In a quiet suburban neighborhood, where trees were so perfectly pruned that they looked like they had personal stylists, and lawns so green they could have been AstroTurf, a battle of wits and stubbornness raged on between two teenagers. Meet Lucy and Jake, the sworn frenemies from across the street.
Lucy, with her red hair always in a messy bun and a band T-shirt for a group that only played in basement venues, was the Marvel maven. She could quote Tony Stark's witticisms like most people recite nursery rhymes. "Marvel is relatable!" she would yell, waving her Captain America mug like it was a gavel. "It's about flawed heroes who feel like actual people!"
Jake, the classic comic-book nerd complete with a Superman hoodie and glasses that were always slipping down his nose, was the DC disciple. "Excuse me, Lucy, but nothing beats the epic mythos of DC. It's deep, it's dark, and Batman is basically the Shakespearean Hamlet of modern times!" he would retort, dramatically clutching a well-worn graphic novel that was mostly duct tape at this point.
The argument started on a Tuesday afternoon in Jake's backyard over the sound of a distant lawn mower and the occasional chirping bird. Lucy had come over to borrow a stapler (because there was always a paper to staple when you're a high school junior), but ended up staying long enough to declare a civil war after spotting Jake's shelf overflowing with DC comics.
"Oh, come on, Jake, you're kidding me with this, right?" Lucy scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard she momentarily feared they'd get stuck. "DC? You may as well say pineapple belongs on pizza. It's just wrong."
"You're just upset that Marvel's characters couldn't handle Batman's brooding gaze for five minutes," Jake shot back. "And let's not even start on Wonder Woman's lassoversus whatever Black Widow has in her purse."
They debated whether Superman's perfection was inspiring or boring, if Captain America's patriotism was admirable or overplayed, and if Thor's hair was actually better than Aquaman's. The argument escalated faster than a teenager's data usage when streaming. Lucy was mid-rant - questioning Superman's Kryptonian fashion choices - when Jake was prepared to deconstruct why Thor's hammer could never take on Green Lantern's ring.
The shouting attracted an audience. Jake's dog, a small Pomeranian named Thor (a topic of contention between the friends), sat with his head tilted in confusion. The Wilsons next door were probably considering charging admission for this sort of entertainment. Just as Lucy was about to declare herself victorious by bringing up the billion-dollar box office of Avengers: Endgame, an unexpected voice boomed over the fence.
"Ahem," came the throat-clearing, unmistakably belonging to Mr. Rivera, Lucy's dad, standing in the yard with his coffee mug that read, World's Best Disciplinarian. Next to him was Mrs. Beck, Jake's mom, holding an iPad but eyeing them with the amusement of a referee.
"Marvel and DC, huh?" Mr. Rivera said, raising an eyebrow with the kind of dramatic pause that would've made Stan Lee proud. "Kids, you have so much to learn."
Lucy and Jake exchanged puzzled looks. Were their parents going to declare one of them right and end their epic battle once and for all? The two took a collective breath, bracing for judgment.
"Disney," Mrs. Beck stated with a knowing nod, like she'd just revealed the last plot twist in a murder mystery. The silence that followed was the type usually reserved for spelling bees where someone asks to define 'xylophone' and everyone stops breathing.
"Disney?" Jake echoed, his voice higher than usual as if his brain had just short-circuited.
"Yes, Disney," Mr. Rivera said, sipping hiscoffee with the gravitas of a judge. "Where else can you find heroes, villains, epic journeys, and plot twists so well-executed that adults weep over animated lions and kids believe toys come to life?"
Lucy dropped her Captain America mug - thankfully empty - onto the grass, and Jake looked like someone had told him Batman's utility belt was out of fashion.
"But, Dad," Lucy began, her face scrunched like she was trying to do algebra in her head, "that's not...I mean, Disney is just..."
Mrs. Beck interjected, "You think Marvel is relatable and DC is epic, but have you considered that Disney combines both? Heroic quests, flawed characters, humor, tragedy - The Lion King is basically Shakespeare with lions, Zootopia tackles social issues more effectively than some Oscar-winning dramas, and Frozen made an entire generation obsessed with an ice princess."
"And don't even get me started on the villain roster," Mr. Rivera added. "Scar, Maleficent, Ursula. They're basically Batman's rogue gallery but with better hair."
Lucy and Jake stared at their parents in disbelief, two teenagers suddenly transported into a realm where their meticulously crafted arguments held no weight. Was this even allowed? Was this some sort of breach in the unspoken comic-book laws?
Jake mumbled, "I mean, Aladdin was pretty cool, I guess."
Lucy's shoulders relaxed. "And Moana does have a great story arc."
Before long, the four of them were sitting on the porch steps, the light from the setting sun casting an orange glow, flipping through Disney+ on Mrs. Beck's iPad and debating whether Genie or Olaf was the superior comic relief. Mr. Rivera and Mrs. Beck exchanged a victorious high-five, their secret mission to unite their bickering offspring completed.
Jake looked over at Lucy and grinned. "Truce?" he asked, holding out a fist.
"Truce," Lucy agreed, bumping her fist against his. They'd finally found commonground. And for once, peace reigned in the neighborhood. Until, of course, Jake brought up the Pixar Theory, but that's another story.
Lucy, with her red hair always in a messy bun and a band T-shirt for a group that only played in basement venues, was the Marvel maven. She could quote Tony Stark's witticisms like most people recite nursery rhymes. "Marvel is relatable!" she would yell, waving her Captain America mug like it was a gavel. "It's about flawed heroes who feel like actual people!"
Jake, the classic comic-book nerd complete with a Superman hoodie and glasses that were always slipping down his nose, was the DC disciple. "Excuse me, Lucy, but nothing beats the epic mythos of DC. It's deep, it's dark, and Batman is basically the Shakespearean Hamlet of modern times!" he would retort, dramatically clutching a well-worn graphic novel that was mostly duct tape at this point.
The argument started on a Tuesday afternoon in Jake's backyard over the sound of a distant lawn mower and the occasional chirping bird. Lucy had come over to borrow a stapler (because there was always a paper to staple when you're a high school junior), but ended up staying long enough to declare a civil war after spotting Jake's shelf overflowing with DC comics.
"Oh, come on, Jake, you're kidding me with this, right?" Lucy scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard she momentarily feared they'd get stuck. "DC? You may as well say pineapple belongs on pizza. It's just wrong."
"You're just upset that Marvel's characters couldn't handle Batman's brooding gaze for five minutes," Jake shot back. "And let's not even start on Wonder Woman's lassoversus whatever Black Widow has in her purse."
They debated whether Superman's perfection was inspiring or boring, if Captain America's patriotism was admirable or overplayed, and if Thor's hair was actually better than Aquaman's. The argument escalated faster than a teenager's data usage when streaming. Lucy was mid-rant - questioning Superman's Kryptonian fashion choices - when Jake was prepared to deconstruct why Thor's hammer could never take on Green Lantern's ring.
The shouting attracted an audience. Jake's dog, a small Pomeranian named Thor (a topic of contention between the friends), sat with his head tilted in confusion. The Wilsons next door were probably considering charging admission for this sort of entertainment. Just as Lucy was about to declare herself victorious by bringing up the billion-dollar box office of Avengers: Endgame, an unexpected voice boomed over the fence.
"Ahem," came the throat-clearing, unmistakably belonging to Mr. Rivera, Lucy's dad, standing in the yard with his coffee mug that read, World's Best Disciplinarian. Next to him was Mrs. Beck, Jake's mom, holding an iPad but eyeing them with the amusement of a referee.
"Marvel and DC, huh?" Mr. Rivera said, raising an eyebrow with the kind of dramatic pause that would've made Stan Lee proud. "Kids, you have so much to learn."
Lucy and Jake exchanged puzzled looks. Were their parents going to declare one of them right and end their epic battle once and for all? The two took a collective breath, bracing for judgment.
"Disney," Mrs. Beck stated with a knowing nod, like she'd just revealed the last plot twist in a murder mystery. The silence that followed was the type usually reserved for spelling bees where someone asks to define 'xylophone' and everyone stops breathing.
"Disney?" Jake echoed, his voice higher than usual as if his brain had just short-circuited.
"Yes, Disney," Mr. Rivera said, sipping hiscoffee with the gravitas of a judge. "Where else can you find heroes, villains, epic journeys, and plot twists so well-executed that adults weep over animated lions and kids believe toys come to life?"
Lucy dropped her Captain America mug - thankfully empty - onto the grass, and Jake looked like someone had told him Batman's utility belt was out of fashion.
"But, Dad," Lucy began, her face scrunched like she was trying to do algebra in her head, "that's not...I mean, Disney is just..."
Mrs. Beck interjected, "You think Marvel is relatable and DC is epic, but have you considered that Disney combines both? Heroic quests, flawed characters, humor, tragedy - The Lion King is basically Shakespeare with lions, Zootopia tackles social issues more effectively than some Oscar-winning dramas, and Frozen made an entire generation obsessed with an ice princess."
"And don't even get me started on the villain roster," Mr. Rivera added. "Scar, Maleficent, Ursula. They're basically Batman's rogue gallery but with better hair."
Lucy and Jake stared at their parents in disbelief, two teenagers suddenly transported into a realm where their meticulously crafted arguments held no weight. Was this even allowed? Was this some sort of breach in the unspoken comic-book laws?
Jake mumbled, "I mean, Aladdin was pretty cool, I guess."
Lucy's shoulders relaxed. "And Moana does have a great story arc."
Before long, the four of them were sitting on the porch steps, the light from the setting sun casting an orange glow, flipping through Disney+ on Mrs. Beck's iPad and debating whether Genie or Olaf was the superior comic relief. Mr. Rivera and Mrs. Beck exchanged a victorious high-five, their secret mission to unite their bickering offspring completed.
Jake looked over at Lucy and grinned. "Truce?" he asked, holding out a fist.
"Truce," Lucy agreed, bumping her fist against his. They'd finally found commonground. And for once, peace reigned in the neighborhood. Until, of course, Jake brought up the Pixar Theory, but that's another story.
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