Ender lifted Venus off the ground. "Come along, girlfriend, Blaine is hungry."

Venus whooped at giggled as Ender carried her into the restaurant before setting her down again.

He sat down across from her. "Do you want me to sit next to you or is this fine?"

“Kiss-across-the-table,” Jane chanted under her breath.

Ender glared at her. "Honestly Jane you embarrass me." He leaned across and kissed Venus.

“Yay! Being social, worth it,” Jane clapped.

Venus smiled, Ender's warm kiss making her feel better immediately. She gently placed her palm on his cheek.

Ender smiled, then pulled away. "Blaine is going to kill us!"

"Who cares," Venus murmured, drawing Ender back with her finger under his chin.

"Yeah but that middle aged dude is staring at us like we need Jesus." He laughed

“You do,” Jane laughed.

Ender rolled his eyes. "Jane you're one to talk."

“Well, as of yet, I have not officially dated anyone,” Jane smiled. “So I am freeeee!”

"Dobby is a free sinner."

Venus shifted. She touched her pocket, closed her eyes quickly, and smiled. She opened her eyes again and looked at the man. He was no longer looking at them, but his expression was the same.

(What was that all about?)
Ender turned back to Venus. "So what are you gonna get?"

"I'm not really into Chinese…" Venus replied, biting her lip for an abrupt ending to her sentence.

"Oh that's okay. I'm not a big fan either it's just the cheapest thing."

//#VENDERFORLIFE

(#VENDERISGOALS)

(#TOTALLY)

(#Absolutely)

(#LOVETHISRP)

"I don't think that you get it. I get sick to my stomach after having Chinese…"

(Part 1 is done, y'all have to tell me what you think:)

Sup!

Not what you were expecting, huh? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but this really isn’t one of those fancy “Once upon a time…” one-two skip a few “And they lived happily ever after! ” stories. No way.

I kind of consider myself a natural phenomenon. I mean, how else would you describe people like Steve Rogers. Tony Stark? Scott Lang… Sam Wilson? Natasha Romanoff - Clint Barton? Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Victor Shade, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker?

Any names ring a bell? Yes? Good.

They’re all natural phenomenon as well - some more so than others, but still, all the same. Well, technically, their superheroes are they like to be known. Some were chosen, and others didn’t have a choice. Some are in between. Then there is me:

D) All of the above

Now, I can promise you that you are lying to yourself if you’ve never been at all suspicious when you see this answer on a test. Or what about “none of the above”? Well, none of the above has never been an option for me. Honestly, I’m not even really sure that I would want it to be. Would you go all in if it was the only way out?

OK, fine. Enough questions. Here’s a scene:

A New York city sunrise from the top of a building that is nearly as tall as the Empire herself. It’s surrounded by water, so when you look when the Sun hits is just right - BAM! Blinded for an even minute and a half. As you blink off the daze, you notice something. A change in the air. You don’t see him, yet you know with all of your heart that he is there - behind you - steadily watching you. He makes no noise, but somehow his presence is deafening. A morning breeze tickles your cheek.

You stand up and finally turn to look at him. A tall, brown-haired man. But, of course, this is no ordinary brown-haired man. He’s tall, yes, but you are nearing his height. And some of his brown hairs are gone, replaced with silvery grey signs of age. You tease him about those from time to time. His eyes are sharp, alert, kind. His gaze has been through many comforts and reprimands. He’s still got his mustache and beard combo, just as sharp as it usually is.

In his hands, he holds the day’s work. He holds it out to you. You take it.

The weight alone makes your shoulders slump, but he does not help you carry the load. Instead, he offers guidance. The best kind - the wise kind.

“Come on,” he says.

“Let’s go inside,” he says.

“It’s cold out,” he says.

“Coming,” you say. You turn back, squinting into the Sun on last time. He waits. When you are ready to go in, both of you go back inside.

So, you’ve met my father. Here are some things that should really clue you in as to who he is:

1) My father has a certain understanding of time. Like a long lost friend.

2) My father loves his job, but he’s… let’s just say that he’s a little behind the times. I mean, “hitherto undreamt of”? Come on, Dad, no one says that anymore.

You probably know him by now. Most people do. Funny, how that works. Most people immediately ask me about him - Dr. Strange. My father. Most people don’t even know my name.

It’s Kelly, by the way. It means warrior.

My lucky number is 14,000,605. See if you can remember that number.

//WAIT WHAT WHY IS HER FAV NUMBER THE NUMBER OF POSSIBLE OUTCOMES DOCTOR STRANGE SAW IN IW