It’s Mine

By: Ophelia Pain

Date: 13th Oct 2021

You are unbelievable!

Why?! Because I disagree with you?

Can’t we all just agree to disagree?

No! Because he’s wrong!

I don’t think I’d ever been this angry before. Just looking at his smug face filled me with so much frustration and irritation, I could just toss him across the table! And not in a sexy way!!

You cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Iron Man is the best! You just can’t! There is no way I married someone who thinks that Iron Man is the be all end all of super heroes!!

HE SAVED THE WORLD LEWIS!! NO ONE ELSE COULD HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN ABLE TO HARNESS THE POWER OF THE STONES AND FIX WHAT THANOS FUCKED UP!! WHAT HAS ANT-MAN EVER DONE FOR THE WORLD?! BESIDES BE SMALL!!

Ant Man’s contributions to the world are numerous!! Ant-Man could have gone tiny and crawled up Thanos’-

But he DIDN’T! And Tony Stark has ALWAYS been Iron Man!! There have been 3 different Ant-Mans!

Mans? You mean ‘men’?

Whose side are you on Bho?!

I’m on whoever’s side is going to finish breakfast?

She gave a toothy awkward grin that almost distracted me from the topic at hand. The tips of my fingers delicately brushed her cheek as I smiled back at her. She kissed my palm and I turned my attention back to LC who was feverishly typing something on his phone…

Fact checking me?

No!

Liar…

I turned back to the stove and flipped the pancakes in the pan. It was kind of a perfect morning…until of course Lewis started flapping his gums about my Iron Man shirt…

It made me giggle that this is such a hard line for me…internally of course. I couldn’t let a smile crack my scowl…he was wrong about this and at this point, I’m positive he was just disagreeing with me to piss me off…which is one of the things he’s best at…

And one of my favorite things about him…

Look…I’ll give you the continuity thing…but dammit! Ant Man is a valid super hero!

No! You’re wrong! Without the suit, what is Scott Lang?! A thief?! He STOLE the suit!! Tony built his!

Okay valid point! But-

No! No ‘but’! You’re wrong! Tony Stark IS the best Avenger! End of discussion!

He narrowed his eyes at me and huffed…I leaned down and crossed one arm over the other in front of him…

Now…would you like chocolate sauce and whipped cream? Or syrup?

His eyes fell down into my tank top and he grinned at me…

Thats not fair, Ope…

Oh its totally fair…

Would Tony Stark use his gifts for evil?

If Tony Stark had tits like that? I’m sure he would…

She doesn’t need your help, Bho…

She chuckled and smacked me on the ass while setting a full plate of pancakes and bacon in front of Lewis…loaded up with every topping a grown man having a heated discussion with his wife about comic books could want. Bhourbon sat down next to him with a plate full of pancakes as well. I smooched both of them on their cheeks and went to leave the kitchen…

Where you goin?

I think I’m gonna go for a run…

Why?

Gotta a big match comin up…can’t get caught with my pants down…

I disagree…that’s my favorite way to catch you…

Down, kitty…

I ruffled Bho’s hair and kissed the back of Lewis’ neck before I headed upstairs to get changed…I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and let my gaze linger for a bit too long…

Good thing you turned down those pancakes, lard ass…

Good morning, Murder…

Bout time we had some time to ourselves…

Ourselves? I’m never alone…it would be nice to go on a run without hearing you bitching every step…

I keep it interesting…

Interesting? You mean irritating? I hate running anyway…

So why do it?

It gives me time to think…

I slipped my running shoes on and headed out the door. I tried my best to tune Murder out while I ran up the hill toward the mountain…

It had occurred to me when I got the notice that the title match had been booked, that it had been a very long time since I had even a passing interest in possessing a title. The last title I wanted, I won and then immediately vacated…and the only reason I wanted it was to prove that I could take it from it’s champion.

Not a terrible reason to take someone’s title…

Well this time, I’m taking it to prove to that little rich boy that sometimes, you have to actually WORK for the stuff you have…

*gasp* What a concept!

I know…the audacity! It’s almost like he’ll be a peasant stepping into the ring with me…

If he steps into the ring at all…remember what happened last time he was supposed to fight you?

Absolutely…and I’m not entirely convinced he didn’t pay someone to sabotage the system so he wouldn’t have to fight me…

Like a cowardly little bitch baby?

Exactly like a cowardly little bitch baby…

As I climbed higher and higher up the mountain path, I slowed my stride…much to Murder’s happiness, but only because I caught a stitch in my side…I was in good shape thanks to Tara and Walter, but I still hated running…

So tell me…what’s¬†your plan for this title when we win it?

I hadn’t really thought about it…

That’s¬†surprising…you usually over think things to the point of exhaustion by now…

Honestly, after I beat Mason, then I’ll start worrying about how I’m going to defend it…but until my arm is raised, I’m not putting that much thought into this…the last time I did that, I got locked in a room…

So you’re under estimating your opponent?

No…I’m basing the amount of effort I’m going to put into this dude on the amount of effort he’s put into fighting me…

Which, to date, is none…

Right…

I sincerely hope homeboy doesn’t have anything big planned…

Are you kidding me? He probably doesn’t know how to plan things without paying for them…dude hasn’t worked a single day in his life…

I’m sure he worked hard to win this title…

I stopped walking and furrowed my brow…then the laughter started…

You should see the look on our face!

I rolled my eyes…

 

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The closer I got to the summit of the path, the easier it got to breathe…the fresher the air was getting…clearing my head with every step I took…

It was hard to admit how badly I wanted to win this title…not just to be a champion, but to take the belt from someone that doesn’t deserve it. Someone that doesn’t know an honest days work…someone that would scoff at the very idea of lifting a finger to earn something they have…

Some would say that as a member of the upper class, I don’t have any right to think the things about MAV that I do, but I’ve busted my ass to get to where I am. I climbed every metaphorical mountain a person with my past could possibly ever climb…

I overcame addiction…

I overcame abuse and manipulation…

I overcame being known as someone who slept her way to the top…

I’ve become the woman that I am because I fought for it…I wanted it…I worked my ass off to sit at the top of the literal and figurative mountain that I look out at my life from…and I’ve decided that the next mountain that I need to conquer is for the Brooklyn Championship…

And now that I’ve set my sights on it…there is NOTHING that will stop me from climbing to that summit…there is nothing that will stop me from achieving what I deserve…

That pathetic little rich boy will be looking up at me wearing that belt with nothing but sadness that he was bested by a former junkie in a polyamorus relationship whose primary source of income is makeup…

Suck on these boots rich boy…because the Brooklyn Championship is mine…