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[teh_girl_wonder]

The teen in a tan leather jacket, black jeans and her favorite soft soled boots walked around taking in the sights, paying a little more attention to the rooftops than most.  This wasn't either Star nor Gotham, that wasn't a problem with that.  She wanted to get away from her brothers and boyfriend long enough to actually think.  

"So, what would you guys do when you have really over protective people that are hampering what you really like to do?"  It was simple enough, because that's what had brought her there.  She needed the advice, and she really didn't want to go to her mentor, or heck any of the other adults about it.  Probably because she was already displaced in the world she was calling home, and didn't want to be more of a burden, not while she and her male counterpart were actually getting along, even if he was the one that had been the worst about trying to push her out of the family business.  

 

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[stark_ravingmad]

"That's a really good question, kid. I'm not sure I have someone who's really overprotective of me except if you're talking about who I'm currently dating right now. That would be Lucifer the uh---devil himself. He protects a load of other people mostly his angels so I don't think that counts as hampering as such? I love that he cares for me and wants to tuck me under his wing. Yeah, bad pun I know."

He took a breath and sighed a little.

"As for back home with my Avenger buddies? Sometimes Banner can hamper me and hen peck me like a mother hen about safety concerns and other such stuff. That being me being reckless and disregarding most rules set out. He cares but he can be such a grandma at times."

Right? Tony smiled and wondered what had the young woman asking such a question in the first place.

"How about you? Got a over protective boyfriend or the like?"

[brother_alone]

She might find someone hanging out on one of those rooftops, albeit not a very high one. It's quieter up there, less people to bother with. Deeper shadows the taller buildings cast to hide in. The young man the teen finds if she goes looking won't appear too much older than she is. A few years, roughly, but it's hard to pinpoint.

There's something....not quite right about him. Maybe the way his clothes sit on him. Maybe in how close he watches. Her, and others.

"I'd go around them." Direct confrontation leads to fights that children are very rarely equipped to win. Kinda comes with the territory of being dependent on their parents. It feels like it's been an eternity since Josh has thought about the last argument he had with his own. He almost misses it.

Almost.

"Provided you aren't ssshit at lying." That lisp might just be a tic but it only adds to the eerie nature of the man sitting in the darkest shadow he can find.

[torsion]

She notices where her gaze falls, but Jill doesn't say anything. There's a lot to see here and it doesn't hurt to be aware of your surroundings. Jill, too, has her eyes fall above and below; she's aware of any escape or entrance routes even outside buildings. She has to be. You don't keep tabs on that and it might be how you meet your end.

She folds her arms together and lifts one at the elbow, gesturing slightly as she talks.

"Talk to them. Challenge them if you have to. You want that freedom, sometimes you have to prove it to them. If you get upset or frustrated it becomes a reason for them to keep going, they treat it as being over-emotional or irresponsible. You have to be level-headed and talk it out." Jill always has given good, rational advice. The problem was that she didn't always take it, herself, unfortunately. "Suggest a limited time period of that freedom. You know, a trial or test-run. If they need reassurance, ask them what would make them feel safer and make it clear that you need space. You seem old enough to make your own decisions, but don't rely too much on age for that -- you'll always be younger than your elders and some will use that against you."

It's not untrue, of course. Jill doesn't exactly like it or want to think the worst of others, but emotions weren't always logical when it boiled down to friends, family, and the people you cared for.

[itmeanstruth]

As long as she’s looking up, an answer will come from one of those rooftops.

Minoru, taking a break from a parkour run, is sitting on the edge of a roof of one of the local shops. He had to laugh a little to himself, as that was fairly close to something he just went through.

“Try to reassure them that you’ll be okay.” He shrugged. “But just accept that they’re gonna worry because they care. You can’t stop them from worrying about you, just like they can’t stop you from doing whatever it is you do.”

[shieldborne]

Okay, well...she looks young, so Steve probably shouldn't risk contributing to the delinquency of a minor, but the question she asks is pretty near to his heart right now. He makes a grumpy little noise of acknowledgement from where he's seated on a wrought-iron park bench with his sketchbook in his lap. "What would I do, or what do I think people in general should do?"

These are two different things, you see.

"I feel like the ideal thing to do is remind yourself that people care about you and just want you to be safe. Take their ideas on board and consider them objectively, and then if you want to change your behavior accordingly, do it, and if not, tell them no and why." He tucks a pencil behind his ear and sighs.

"What I would actually do is get into a shouting match and come here to sulk. I'm guessing you're about the same."