Stories from Alice

He sighed << Let's just say that he preferred his friends to his brother! >> It was a vague answer, which nevertheless explained quite clearly what was the juice of the matter. << Between brothers should not be so! >> whispered Helena before taking a sip from her orange juice. The other made stretches << It's not even really my brother, therefore. >> The look that the girl turned to him left him a moment lost, it was a look of reprimand, but loaded with bitterness, yet he said nothing, he simply sighed shifting attention to his breakfast, and the speech fell...

Tony had woken up tremendously in a bad mood that Monday morning, and was seriously considering not coming to class that day to stay in his own room, holed up in his bed; to curb him was the fact that if he had, he would surely have had to face one of his father's endless and boring remarks about things like having to be responsible, about how expensive the fee he paid to allow his son to study and blah-blah-blah. He knew that from the week before he was the protagonist of the chatter in the hallway,...

He had never done anything against his brother in all those years, of course, but he had never even done anything to defend him from the free insults of Stark and the others, too busy indulging in the antics of what he called his friends; he had been so for all the years of high school, but then something had changed, he was growing up, and he had begun to realize how wrong that was, how stupid it was to let his relationship with his brother slip into the abyss; then both had discovered a shocking...

<< Come on Tony, at least today passes! >> mumbled Bruce, accompanied by Steve's confirmation puff. Thor remained silent, looking away. He ignored them beautifully and turned to Loki, who had remained silent not considering him at all << Hey loser, did you hear me? Get away from me! >> Helena replied ahead of Loki and pointing her icy eyes at Tony. He turned around raising an eyebrow << Do we know each other by chance? >> The girl's unexpected lips curved into a seductive smile, while her long, tapered fingers caressed the edge of the coffee cup almost distractedly...

Helena looked at him and frowned on her forehead << Why are you telling me this? You don't even know me! >> She said in her usual flat tone, but something in her shuddered: Loki was an orphan just like her. He whispered as if burned at that question, and let her go of his hand << I don't know! >> admitted << I feel that somehow I can trust you, even if we don't know each other. >> After a moment of hesitation she sat down again and stretched out her hand with her nails enameled in black towards Loki << I am Helena Frost >> she said << but you can call me Hel...