Chapter 10: Day 9
sorry, I broke my promise, I have to keep publishing to stay sane.
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I woke up like I normally did.
At three in the morning.
Like normal, I went for a run, walked Peter to the bus stop, then played with Splotch in dog form.
Not like normal... I vandalized a building.
Today, I felt creative, and inspired.
So, naturally, I went to the art supplies store and bought roughly ten gallons in spray paint.
And since each can is pretty light, that's saying a lot.
I also couldn't find a canvas big enough.
That's when an idea went in my head.
It was one of those ideas that I automatically accepted and executed.
I spent all day on it.
I covered my face in a scarf so no one would see my face.
The end result that I was left with at the end, was a picture of Iron Man in a flying pose, straight as a stick.
His legs were right next to each other, straight, as well as his arms.
Both his arms and his legs were propelling him diagonally to the left with blue light.
Yellow and Red swirled around him, looking like multicolored mist.
I stepped back and looked at it.
Even though it was technically illegal, I was proud of it.
I turned around to pick up my paint containers when I realized that there was a large crowd of people gathered around, staring at my iron man.
They all contributed to a basketball sized pile of money, made up of 75% coins and 15 percent crumbled up bills.
As I looked through the pile, I noticed that the bills were commonly fives, occasionally I would see a twenty or a ten.
I smiled at them.
After everything was packed up inside of my bag, I ran off.
Once I reached the avengers tower, i greeted them.
"Hi guys." I said.
"Hi Giselle."
"Hi."
"Hey kid."
I looked back at them.
All my spray paint cans were in on the roof along with the money, so they shouldn't be to suspicious of me.
Yet.
They all had their eyes glued on the TV screen.
I looked over to the TV.
My artwork was on the screen, and the television reporter was talking about it.
"-right Candice. We have no idea who the identity is of this artist and her art came from, but we do have several reports of a twelve year old girl,"
Excuse me?!
"painting and spending several hours painting this with nothing but spray paint. The image shows an image of Iron man flying. As people pass this piece of art, most bow their heads, others touch the wall. But one thing is for sure, civilians are thankful to the avengers, and to the artist of this artwork."
They turned the TV off.
I was so proud.
When I painted it I thought of it as a project.
These people saw it as a reminder of Hope.
I looked at all of them.
"How was everyone's day today?" I asked.
"I wonder who painted that?" Said Natasha. Ignoring my question.
"Yeah, whoever it is is extremely talented." Said Clint.
"But who would do it though?" Said Steve
"Steve is right. I thought everyone hated us because of the blip." Said Wanda.
Guys, I'm ignoring Tony's death because he never should have died.
"Well, apparently someone is thankful enough for us bringing everyone back that they put paint on a wall." Said Tony.
We all looked at him.
He sounded, proud.
Kind of.
"Well, it's time to eat. Are we ordering pizza?" I asked hopefully.
Bruce laughed.
"No, Tony would never let us put that junco in our bodies." He said.
Tony nodded.
"Yes. That is correct. Because it is junk food." He said.
I shook my head.
"Wow. You guys are missing out." I said sadly.
"I know right! That's what I told them!" Said Natasha and Peter in unison.
They looked at each other and laughed.
We all walked over to the table and sat down.
Peter p.o.v
I noticed something yellow on Giselle's hand.
"Hey, Giselle, what's that on your hand?" I asked.
She looked down, alarmed.
"Oh, um. Nothing. I just... tripped in Mustard this morning. On my run. It must have not rubbed off all the way."
She is seriously so bad at lying.
That was the worst lie I have ever heard.
I nodded.
"Why don't you go wash your hands Giselle? And get that," I gestured to her hands "mustard, off of your hands."
She nodded and rushed off to the bathroom.
I will talk to her about that later.
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After dinner I pulled Giselle away from everyone else.
"Ok, now you can tell me." I said.
"Um, tell you what?" She asked.
"Tell me why the hell you lied about a yellow substance on your hand in front of the freaking avengers." I responded.
"Oh... that." She said.
She looked on the ground.
She hugged me.
"Meet me on the roof at eleven." She whispered.
"Ok." I whispered back.
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I swung in the building, using my grip here and there.
Once I reached the top I noticed that she was carrying a key.
I walked up to her.
She looked up at me.
"You ready?" She said.
I nodded in reply.
She walked over to the corner of the roof.
She shivered.
"What? Are you cold?" I asked, offering her my jacket.
She smiled and shook her head while holding up a hand.
"No, I just... I... I don't real.y like heights." She said.
I nodded.
"So, that's the key for?" I asked.
"Well, the key has no relevance to this subject, it's actually the key that belongs to one of the safes that Tony thinks I don't know about. But, this key is just the right size to fit into this small little hole," she said, thrusting it into a crack in the cement on the outer boarder line "and pop open the-"
She stopped talking when all of a sudden, a plate of cement came up.
She picked it up and grabbed what was underneath.
It was her backpack.
"Well, go on. Open it." She said.
It was filled to the brim with paint cans.
lol of a sudden it made sense.
The Look on her face when she saw the news.
The substance that was on her hand... that was paint.
She had illegally displayed her art on the side of a library.
And somehow, I loved her even more now than I did before.
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