Caroline Stark

My Dad

I sit in my room, rocking back and forth on my bed, clutching my knees to my chest.

What have I done?

"Caroline?" I hear my Dad yelling. He knocks on my door and I unlock it with my telekinetic abilities.

He does not look happy.

"Caroline what were you thinking?" He demands.

He usually calls me Cal or Callie, only Caroline when he's angry.

Well, I knew I'd be in deep shit. Waist deep shit.

"I'm sorry!" I tell him, "I really am! I was just walking past, I didn't know Peter was coming round!"

"You stopped to listen Caroline! You were watching him from the door. You know that's a stupid idea. You shouldn't have done that!"

He's shouting now.

Doesn't he realise that I made a mistake?

"I'm fucking lonely, ok?"

Not what I expected to come out of my mouth, but might as well go along with it now.

"I don't know anybody my age. I have spent the last six years of my life all alone! I was just passing by, and I wanted to see what sixteen year olds were actually like. Is there something wrong with that Tony?"

Now I'm calling him what I call him when I'm angry. Not Daddy. Not Dad. Tony.

Dad looks a little taken aback.

"I'm sorry honey." He tells me quietly, "I just had a fight with Peter. He wanted to follow you and find out who you were and I didn't let him. He recognised you from the photo from when you ran away from home sweetheart. He asked me if I raped you."

My eyes widen in surprise.

"What?" I ask incredulously.

"Yup." Replies my Dad tiredly. "I kicked him out Callie, I think I really hurt his feelings."

I frown to myself.

"Well it's not all about perfect little Peter Parker you know." I reply angrily.

Hadn't planned on saying that either, but again, I'll just go with it.

"What?" Asks my Dad in surprise.

At this point I'm just blurting out whatever shit comes into my head.

"Yeah." I tell him, raising my voice, "When do I get to actually do something, huh? When are you going to let me out of headquarters? When can I go to school like a fucking normal person? How come he gets to be a part of the Avengers team and I don't?"

"He proved himself"- my Dad begins to say.

"How am I supposed to fucking prove myself if you never let me do anything on my own?!" I shout, "Me and Peter are the same age!"

"You're my fucking daughter!" My Dad yells at me.

"He's like a son to you!" I argue, "If you actually let me do anything, then maybe-

"No!" He shouts at me, "No Caroline!"

I scream in frustration and kick my closet. The pain in my toes only makes me angrier.

"Fuck off!"

My Dad doesn't move, only looks even angrier.

"Fuck off!" I yell again, and I push him out of the room and slam and lock the door with my powers.

"Caroline!" He shouts from behind the door.

I give him the finger from my bed and stuff in my AirPods, hitting play on my playlist. That ought to block him out.

After a few minutes he leaves me alone, stomping away from my door. When I come out of my room I'm going to be in so much trouble. He hates me now. Hates me for being a stupid teenager. A stupid bitch.

Well fine, because I hate him too.

It's not my fault Peter saw me, and anyway, why should it matter so much? Dad trusts Peter, can't he know about me? Or is that too much to fucking ask after seven years of abuse, experiments, shitty foster homes and being without real parents. 

It probably is.

It would probably drastically endanger me if Peter knew who I was. Definitely.

Well guess what Tony, I can protect myself. I can take my safety into my own hands, thank you very much.

I chuck a backpack onto the bed and empty everything in it onto the floor.

Furious with my Dad, I throw open my closet doors with my mind and tear a random selection of clothes off the hangars, stuffing them into the bag. I shove my vans in with the clothes and then empty all the candy and snacks from my secret stash into the bag as well.

Next is money; I have enough to survive a little while alone in cash, but I need to hide it in case I'm stolen from.

I end up hiding my six hundred dollars of life savings in one of my boxes of tampons; nobody would steal that.

Next goes the toothbrush, hairbrush, toothpaste, makeup, shampoo, conditioner and nail clipper. I grab some ibuprofen 400ml pills for the headaches I get after using my powers too much.

I'm pretty sure that's all I'll need so I fling open the door with my mind, almost expecting my Dad to be standing there to stop me.

Still full of anger, I slip into my converse and start to run to the garage. It's technically illegal for me to drive in this state, especially since I don't have a license, but the new avengers HQ is in the middle of nowhere, and how am I supposed to run away without a car?

I arrive in the garage; rows and rows of cars lined up like it's some sort of supermarket car park. I choose the closest one that belongs to my Dad, the keys are in the ignition and I turn on the car, buckling my seatbelt and chucking my bag on the seat next to me.

I drive to the entrance and the doors open. It's almost too easy.

"Fuck you Dad." I whisper, and I drive off into the night, purposely breaking the speed limit.

Now I just needed to figure out what I'm going to do now.