Maria is destined for greatness (ex_underesti819) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-05-12 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | hill |
Narrative: Dear Mom. (Maria)
Characters: Maria Hill
NPCs: Mark & Jenny Hill
Location: Internet, Skype
Timeline: May 12, 2013
Description: Maria skypes with her adoptive parents for Mother's Day.
Rating: Low
"Hey there, kid. How's it going?"
"Good, just, you know. Where's mom?"
"She'll be here in just sec. Got her some earrings and I think she's trying them on."
"Which ones did you get?"
"The ones with the fish lures."
"Dad."
"What?"
"Fish lures?"
"They're very nice."
"Dad."
"What?"
"Fish lures?"
"Oh come on, Maria."
"What's going on?"
"Mom, hi! Happy Mother's Day!"
"Oh, thank you, sweetheart. Do you like the earrings your father got me?"
"They're pearls!"
"Gotcha!"
"Dad, you punk!"
"Did you really think I'd get your mother fish lure earrings?"
"Dad, you got her a staple gun for Christmas."
"She has a point, dear."
"Yeah, yeah, everyone's a critic."
"So, Maria, how is school?"
"It's good."
"And the final challenge?"
"We ended up in fourth at the end, but our team was second in the final challenge."
"That's good. And how are your friends doing?"
"Coulson is good. I think he's doing some intern thing for SHIELD. Maya, Patsy and I are going to prom together stag. I'll be wearing a tuxedo, and I think both Maya and Patsy are wearing some tuxedo and dress hybrid."
"Why don't you have a date?"
"Because I don't want one. I wanted to go with my friends."
"Did a boy ask you?"
"No."
"Well, why not?"
"Mom."
"I think guys are just intimidated that you can kick their asses."
"Ha, yeah, dad, that's it."
"What about the Stark boy?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's...it's Anthony. It's not like that. He's a friend, that's it."
"Well, he's cute. You at least think he's cute, right?"
"MOM."
"Give her a break. She's turning sixteen in a couple of months. I, for one, am glad that she isn't going boy crazy."
"Thanks for the support, dad."
"Any time, Maria."
"That's right! Which reminds me, Maria, you'll be coming home for the summer, right?"
"Yeah, well, part of it. They're doing some interesting summer courses here, and...I was sort of hoping to do one."
"Which one?"
"The survival training one again, I think. We never got to do the application portion of the class, so I'm hoping this time we do. Though one of the teachers is doing some space camp thing, that sounded kind of cool."
"I still can't believe you're going to be sixteen."
"It was inevitable, mom."
"I know, I just...you're growing up so fast. I remember when you would come over to our apartment and your legs couldn't touch the ground when you sat in the chair."
"Well, they barely touched when I left for Stark's initially, you know."
"How tall are you now, kiddo?"
"I'm at five feet and five inches now, I think. I gotta double check."
"Damn."
"Did you need some money for some new clothes?"
"I think I'm good. I still have some money left from what you sent when I had to buy new jeans. Besides, summer is coming, I think I'll be okay with shorts."
"Well, if you're legs are getting taller, those shorts are going to look shorter."
"And nobody will look, dad. I'm pretty sure at this school, I don't stand out physically as much as other girls. And I'm perfectly fine with that."
"Just be careful. You're not a little girl anymore."
"Mom, dad, if you saw the other girls here, you would know I'm in no danger. Trust me. Besides, if any guy did look at me funny, I'd threaten to break their arm. It helps that I actually know how to do that."
"What are they teaching you there?"
"Mathematics, English, How to Break Arms 101. It was a prerequisite for Defeating Evil Nazis 340."
"Very funny, Maria."
"I can make jokes, see?"
"Yes, I can see. Or hear, rather. But you will visit this summer for that hunting trip, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Oh, shoot. We have to go to your grandparents for dinner. You know how much of a stickler she is about us being late."
"Once in the military, always in the military."
"We'll talk to you again soon, sweetie."
"Bye, mom, and again, happy mother's day, I miss you."
"We miss you too."
"Don't forget to call your dear ol' dad next month, alright?"
"Sure thing, dad."
"Bye!"
"Bye!"