Recruit

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

The chatty Jane Foster, Thors lady friend (cue squiggly eyebrows) comes to bring me my dress for tonight. She is excited to talk to me. We chat for a bit and she tells me that dinner won't be for a while. She also tells me to find Nat. Apparently she wants to see me? I'm positive that she's in the gym with Clint; like always.

"Nat!" I call when I walk in, she's taking him down.

"One sec." She grunts, wresting with him.

They throw lightning speed punches and kicks. Do nearly choreographed flips and sequences. It's fun to watch how they know each other so well they anticipate each other's next moves and plan the block and counter attack in no time flat.

"Okay, what?" She breaths, walking to me and flipping hair from her face.

"You want to see me?" I ask.

"Yes, we have time to kill you want to go lunch with your cousins? We're about to really buckle down with STRIKE initiative, you won't see much of them, I'm afraid." She offers.

"That'd be amazing, any suggestions?"

"Actually, yes. A charming seafood place called RedFarm. Pick any of Starks cars and Jarvis will take you."

After that I find Sam, Dean and Cas. When I see Dean, he turns and my eyes fool me for a cruel second and he looks like my father.

A wave of inconsolable misery hits me like a brick wall. Brutal longing for my dad now surges through me. I've gotten over it, haven't I? A year is long enough. I'm over it.

Sure, dad wasn't parent of the year, but he tried. He did his best with what we had and made it work. Maybe I wasn't alway put first but what he did was bigger than me, bigger than and more important.

Now, the savage want; to have dads arms wrapped around me, his stature dwarfing me, a need to hear him say he loves me and he's proud, is tearing through my very essence.

Dean notices this, but doesn't understand why I'm upset.

"I-I need to get something. Give me fifteen minutes. Find Kevin." I give Baby, who has been silently trailing behind me all day, the command to stay.

I leave, but I don't go to my room. What I need is to be around someone who will completely ignore me. Alone in the hall way, I think of just the person.

"Jarvis, where is Tony?"

"Mr. Stark is in his work place."

"Can I go and work on our little project?"

"I'll call and ask, please hold miss." After a few moments, I'm given the clear.

I go down and Tony makes no attempt at conversation. He doesn't greet me, Hell, I don't even think he notices I came in. For a solid ten minutes, I say and watched him work. Loud metallic whirls and clicks echoed around me. Tools clanking and falling, drills, this cacophony topped with ACDC greatly drown out my screaming thoughts.

When my ten minutes is up, I leave and join the boys for a nice, uneventful lunch. I'm almost more used to demons and missions, twists in the story, and new elements, than I am to a normal lunch. That's sad.

Upon getting back I shower, then re-apply make up and re-do my hair. But, once all that is done I have half an hour to do. Wait for it. Nothing.

And how liberating it is to do nothing. I sit on the bed and watch a random T.V. show, start to finish, without interruption, except the fifteen minute nap I took after the first ten minutes. But, nothing gold can stay, so I got up and put on my dress for dinner.