Diana's POV
"Can I get up now?" I asked Skye after Marge cleared me over an hour ago. All she recommended was rest and no more arguing. She also scolded Skye and all three of my dads to stop using their aura when they get pissy.
I felt bad for the death glare she gave the four of them, especially my dad, when she realized he was the one that started all of it. Not just that, though; Mom laid into him outside of the apartment so loud that we heard her three rooms in. Through stone walls.
I went to get up from my seat in the armchair in the living room, but Skye placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down. I huffed and crossed my arms. I thought I could get up without him noticing because I assumed he was in the other room still speaking with Marge.
"Hi," I smiled innocently.
