My name’s Poison Ivy, what else were you expecting?
I tend not to judge books by their cover or title, so I wasn’t expecting anything.
“Yeah! I’m Steve’s Daughter! It’s nice to meet you Annie!” She stated proudly putting her hands on her hips. “Oh wait! Are you in any way related to Clint Barton?” She asked politely still smiling widely.
Okay seriously, you are absolutely adorable! But yes, you are correct, he’s my father.
Well, aren’t you smart?
And you have quite the attitude, isn’t that lovely.
That’s…interesting. A take it that wasn’t your given name, yeah?
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my sister got a change of face. You both smell of…nature. Not that it’s a bad thing. You are?
The eight year old giggled. “Thanks! I’m Teaghan! Teaghan Rogers! and you are?”
Rogers? Like Steve, yeah? Nice! I’m Anastasia Barton, but you can call me Annie.