“What the fuck?!”
Angel looked up at her sister in alarm, her sudden outburst having taken her by surprise.
Eden passed her sister her phone, so Angel could read the private message for herself. Angel took a moment to read it before she said anything. “It’s probably just some bored troll with too much time on their hands. I’ll get rid of them for you.” She quickly composed a response and hit the send button. “There. I can almost guarantee that you will never hear from whoever that was again,” she said confidently.
Eden looked at the two-word message that Angel had sent and chuckled.
***
AVENGERS TOWER
TONY’S LAB
*** Prove it. ***
That was the response that he had woken up to find in his Wattpad inbox, and he had been debating on how exactly to do just that. He looked at the copy of the New York Times that sat on the one the lab counters. Picking it up, he grabbed his phone and walked over to where Bruce was working. He handed him his cell phone. “Here. Take my picture holding this newspaper,” he instructed.
Bruce gave him an odd look. “Why? Are you being held captive for ransom and need to provide proof of life?”
Tony shook his head. “No, I met this girl online, and she doesn’t believe that I am who I say I am.”
“Tony, she isn’t going to be able to see the date on the paper. It’s printed too small,” his teammate pointed out. Bruce grabbed a legal pad and marker off of the counter. “What’s her name?”
Now he was busted. “Eden.” He left off the ‘crush’ part, but the look in his friend’s eye told him that he knew exactly who his mystery girl was. He didn’t lecture or say anything. He just quickly scribbled something on the legal pad. Then he passed it to Tony. “Hold that in front of your chest.”
Tony smirked when he read the message.
*** Hi, Eden! 😊 ***
He held the pad up to his chest and let Bruce take the picture…the green giant shaking his head in disapproval the entire time.
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