Superhero teens with secret identities and obligations. What could possibly go wrong? / Closed

“WAIT WHAT?!?!” Pietro screamed. “No, no, no!” He scrambled out of bed.

Piper nodded, but she grabbed Pietro by the shoulder. "Dude, uh…I need to tell you something first."

Pietro sighed. “What?” He looked slightly annoyed about being held up.

"Lolita's friend? Wren? She's in your living room. And she worked with my mom. She knows what happened to her, and who we are."

“Who we are? You mean, shunned individuals with tragic backstories?” Pietro asked sarcastically, but he was already moving.

"No, supers with secret identities." Piper snapped back, following him.

“Shunned individuals,” Pietro insisted. He stopped in the doorway of the living room. “You say she knew your mom?”

"She worked along side her. My mom died saving her." Piper said softly.

“How old is this lady?”

"Like…….20? I guess?"

“How old was your mum when- sorry, that was insensitive. Where is she?”

(I’m going to type another Eva thing cause I’m bored and I like characters like Eva. •-•)

(Wait what time is it in the rp? .-.)

//idk

“How old was your mum when- sorry, that was insensitive. Where is she?”

"Where's who?"

“The Wren lady.”

"Sitting in your living room."

“Oh.”

(… So is it like 9PM?)

(I guess?)

(Okieeee.)

"Insufferable… dolt…!" It hurt much more than she was truly letting on. She was weak on her hands and knees.

”Dolt? That’s new. Come on, surely I haven’t killed all your brain power?” He said, laughing.

“Imboredimboredimboreddd.” Eva mumbled, ignoring her unfinished essay. It was due in 5 days anyways. She closed the laptop and laid her head on the table. She wanted to do something.
Maybe she would go to bed. She turned to look at her clock, it was only 9:17PM. Eva blinked, it was way too early, she needed to something.
(that’s like me.

Except I’m not in college.

Nor am I villain.)

Wren heard them talking about her. The memory began to pull. "No," she eh gasp purred at gritted her teeth. "No no no, not now. I'm so close…"

"Insufferable… dolt…!" It hurt much more than she was truly letting on. She was weak on her hands and knees.

”Dolt? That’s new. Come on, surely I haven’t killed all your brain power?” He said, laughing.

Lolita glared. A moan passed through her lips when a bolt hit her back.

He laughed again and shook his head, walking back to his table

Her limbs gave out and she flopped onto her stomach. "Please…"

“Please what?” He asked, his gaze turning cold.

"Turn it off," she whispered. Her words were transparent.

“You said please, so I guessI can turn it off for a while.” He shrugged and walked over, waiting a moment before turning it off.