Distorted Beauty {Pure Illusion Series: Book 4}

Chapter 2

A/N: CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT AGENT'S OF SHIELD AND AGE OF ULTRON?!????? I'M SO READY FOR THE NEXT MARVEL PLUNGE. Okay that aside I'm still writing super slow on this book and struggling to put together pieces because of work and school. I hope next week during my semi-spring break that I'll get back into the groove of things. 

Again, this book is just getting into the groove of things and the real plot will happen soon - plus I'm waiting on Avengers: Age of Ultron for some juice so I may take a break closer to the movie opening so I can get some more stuff to pull from and write about. As always, enjoy, and I look forward to next week as we take an interesting turn down our slippery slope :) 

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The alarm to get up for the day greeted an empty bed as Iselda had been up for hours. Since she could remember, she had always awakened with the sun. No matter how long or little she slept, the moment the sun’s rays began to peak under her curtains, she would jolt awake and prepare for the day.

Staring at her reflection, she admired her skinny blue jeans, her red converse and her black v-neck top. Her blonde hair swept to the side and she began to braid it down her shoulder; kids were notorious for ripping out handfuls of hair so keeping one long piece away from them was easier than letting her hair hang loose. She applied a little bit of make up around her blue eyes and snagged Jacob’s grey zip up jacket off the coat rack.

Tony had given her half the day off, meaning around lunchtime she could start moving her things down to Jacob’s place. Much to her surprise, Steve and Bucky had offered to help as well as Natasha. Besides Jane and Pepper, Natasha was the only other girl that lived in Stark Tower. Izzy truly loved talking with her, and at one time thought it wise to learn how to fight. Though her shadow, Clint, had warned Izzy, she hadn’t really heeded his warning and paid with a dislocated shoulder. Nat had apologized profusely for not taking it easier on her. Of course, it was Clint that had been the first to utter the accursed 'I told you so' comment. Smiling to herself, she started off in the direction of Stark Tower, eager to see the five kids she watched on a daily basis.

Luke, Keagan, Khloe, Harper and Emma were just about the most adorable and destructive set of children she had ever met. They were the children of members of the newly reinstated S.H.I.E.L.D.; it was obvious that they thrived on the chaotic nature of their parent's lives.  From 7am till about 6pm, she was bound to the room in Stark Tower that had been designated as the daycare area. It was on the same floor as the living quarters as all the Avengers as she often needed access to the massive kitchen to prepare them breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. While she had tried to change locations of the daycare so she would not disturb the Avengers or run into Thor or Jane, Tony had been adamant about her being close to friends in a city she knew nothing of. 

As she fell under the familiar shadow of Stark Tower, she stared up at the massive glass building, giving a small smile like she were greeting an old friend. Stepping through the doors, she held her badge up and emptied her pockets as well as putting her purse to be examined while she stepped through the metal detector. Gathering her belongings once they had been checked, she walked as quickly as possible to the elevator and pressed the giant “A” for the pent house where the “Avengers” resided. The sound of the elevator was a dull roar compared to the music that passed the time as she road up the floors.

Walking through the doors, she turned to the left and headed into the playroom, which was located next to the workout room. The moment she walked in, she was met with two pairs of arms wrapping around her legs. Her blue eyes settled on Keagan and Khloe, both giggling uncontrollably.