Fort Greene, Casa de Corazón; Thursday Afternoon
Over the course of the last week, Anya had been kidnapped, tortured and almost killed a few times. She had then proceeded to fight her captors without any power other than what she had been taught and then she had needed to calm down Spider-Man before he turned into a killer. Afterwards the remaining Spider-people had gathered to bury Kaine, Spider-Man's clone; Anya was so tired she didn't even start to think about it. Kaine was dead, Madame Webb was dead as well. She was still powerless, Arachne had become the new Madame Webb, and now her costume was on Anya's hands. Spider-Man had joked about her becoming the new Spider-Girl, but she hadn't really considered it; she liked being Araña, it was her chosen identity after all. Still, wasn't Araña part of her WebCorps days? Maybe the past belonged in the past.
Not that much of that mattered to Anya. All she did for a couple of days was sleep, try to calm down her father and hang out with Rikki. She was almost content with the way things were, but she knew, deep inside of her, that she would be back on the streets soon. It was just the way it was.
She didn't think her father would make this a little more difficult though.
"Pero papá!"
"Ningún pero papá, Aña." Gilberto Corazón said with a tired voice. Tired because of me, Anya thought. "You are going to this new school. It's a safe place where you can take your time and decide what you want to do."
"But-"
"No buts," Gil cut her before she could even retaliate. "All the paperwork is taken care of."
Anya wasn't going to simply let things happen so easily though. "What about the money?" she asked, almost defiantly. "Do we really have the money to go around spending it in fancy sch- OH YOU DIDN'T!"
Gil sighed, this time in slight embarrassment. "Mr. Stark was the one with the idea. How else would I know about a place like that? He has already separated your expenses for the entirety of your time there."
"You make it sound like jail. My time there," Anya complained, well aware she had already lost the argument.
"It's not jail," Gil replied patiently, if slightly annoyed himself; the idea of sending Anya away was not of his liking. "You can come back and spend time here whenever your schedules allow you. You can retake your heroics if that's what you want, but you go to school there. Your friends will understand."
"I don't really have friends anymore." Well, maybe save Rikki, but that was...different. They were both on the hero business and all.
Gil smiled as he approached his daughter, giving her a tight hug. Anya reluctantly hugged him back, but once she realized she was going to leave soon, her hug took more strength.
"Then you go and make you some good friends over there."
[ Just setting the mood over here. NFB, NFI, I wish there had been some explicit display of the Grim Hunt's consequences for Anya, but alas. Coming up next: Young Allies! ]
Not that much of that mattered to Anya. All she did for a couple of days was sleep, try to calm down her father and hang out with Rikki. She was almost content with the way things were, but she knew, deep inside of her, that she would be back on the streets soon. It was just the way it was.
She didn't think her father would make this a little more difficult though.
"Pero papá!"
"Ningún pero papá, Aña." Gilberto Corazón said with a tired voice. Tired because of me, Anya thought. "You are going to this new school. It's a safe place where you can take your time and decide what you want to do."
"But-"
"No buts," Gil cut her before she could even retaliate. "All the paperwork is taken care of."
Anya wasn't going to simply let things happen so easily though. "What about the money?" she asked, almost defiantly. "Do we really have the money to go around spending it in fancy sch- OH YOU DIDN'T!"
Gil sighed, this time in slight embarrassment. "Mr. Stark was the one with the idea. How else would I know about a place like that? He has already separated your expenses for the entirety of your time there."
"You make it sound like jail. My time there," Anya complained, well aware she had already lost the argument.
"It's not jail," Gil replied patiently, if slightly annoyed himself; the idea of sending Anya away was not of his liking. "You can come back and spend time here whenever your schedules allow you. You can retake your heroics if that's what you want, but you go to school there. Your friends will understand."
"I don't really have friends anymore." Well, maybe save Rikki, but that was...different. They were both on the hero business and all.
Gil smiled as he approached his daughter, giving her a tight hug. Anya reluctantly hugged him back, but once she realized she was going to leave soon, her hug took more strength.
"Then you go and make you some good friends over there."
[ Just setting the mood over here. NFB, NFI, I wish there had been some explicit display of the Grim Hunt's consequences for Anya, but alas. Coming up next: Young Allies! ]