any of the avengers + star: “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”
Star was sulking. Shecould admit – if only to herself – that it probably wasn’t the most mature wayto handle this situation. But apparentlyno one expected her to be mature, so what was the point?
There was a knock on her bedroom door. She glared. “Go away.”
The knock came again, more insistent this time. Star groaned. But she got off her bed and opened the door. Sam was leaning against the doorway. “So, you planning to stay in your room thewhole weekend, or what?”
Star lifted her chin. “Maybe I am.”
“Uh huh,” Sam said. “Look,kid, you’re stuck with me, like it or not. You can stay in here and pout, or you can come out and eat strawberrypancakes with me and JJ for dinner.”
She didn’t answer right away. She didn’t need a babysitter; she was almostsixteen, plenty old enough to take care of herself and her little brother for aweekend. She didn’t need a babysitter.
On the other hand…
“Is there whipped cream?” she asked.
Sam straightened, looking affronted. “Is there – Star, have you met me? Of course there’s whipped cream.”
Maybe having Sam for a babysitter wasn’t the worst.
