Who I am (Tony Stark's Daughter Book 1)

Chapter 23- Memories

A/N He-he I think this should be very funny, maybe. I hope you enjoy it. I couldn't stop laughing at some points while writing. 

Chapter 23

Emily’s P.O.V

“Let’s get this over with, bub.” I say to a bear, I mean it’s like a fricken grizzly bear. I stare him in the eye. I set the camera on the ground.

“I sure hope I haven’t lost connection with you guys. I think I’m going insane. I’m talking to a camera that may or may not be giving The Avengers feed.” I mumble.

“Back to bear, Em. One thing at a time. Let’s just hope you don’t pass out from blood loss.” I say to myself.

“Just stay calm,” I tell myself and hold my arms up to bear. “Stay calm, Smokey. If you attack me I strike back and you have a snapped neck.”  I hold up a knife I found a while back, but randomly picked up. It lets out a roar and I flinch a little. I am so glad this happened in day light.

Its eyes are different than other bears, but I don’t give it thought. Please Lord, help me kill this bear if it attacks, I pray.

Suddenly the bear engages in bear to human contact. I dodge a claw and duck. I run around, dodging paws. Its jaws snap at me and I almost get my arm ripped from me. Yes, I could build a metal arm, but I’d die if I didn’t get help in time.  Suddenly three claws reach my back and I let out a shrill scream of pain. I turn to the bear angrily, it spikes high and I practically see red, besides my blood.

“Okay you asked for it. Off with the balls.” I slice what I said I would and suddenly they grow back and I back away almost screaming in fright. I run and grab the camera. “Bear mutant, bear mutant. Grew back its balls, that’s a new thing. ” I begin running through the trees with a freakin thousand pound bear chasing me. “What would Bucky do?” I wonder aloud.

Bucky P.O.V

“What would Bucky do?” She says and I smile. I don’t know why she would think what I would do, but I hope it helps her.

Emily P.O.V

“Fight back, Bucky wouldn’t be a coward and run from a fight, he would engage in combat and maybe he would do the same thing against a fricken thousand pound grizzly.” I say to myself and I turn around, aiming my fist for the bear’s nose.

When I turned around I caught the bear mutant off guard and my fist slams into its nose. I hear a snap and at first I think it’s the bear, but when the pain crashes I realize I just broke my head.

I bear (<- Hehe) through the pain and send a round house kick to its face. It stumbles back a step and I pounce, using my good arm and wrapping it around its neck. I grab its jaw and twist quickly and with all my strength. The bear’s neck snaps and it falls to the ground in a thump.

“First it’s a bear mutant and now it’s a dead bear mutant. I really need to thank Bucky sometime.” I say to myself picking my things up.

“I need to set my broken fist and wrap my wounds. I can’t go to hospital and I need to get out of a few mile radius. I’ve probably walked two miles. I’ve got a lot farther to go.” I say to myself and my hand hangs limp from my wrist.

I continue walking through the woods, leaving the mutant bear behind. Soon I find a bush of berries. I walk up and pick one.

“First thing I’d find it poison berries, great.” I say sarcastically. “Guess I know where I got my sarcasm.” I say to myself and continue walking on tired legs. “Let’s see here, what other traits?” I ask myself.