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Two chapters in one day? Madness! But, hey, I feel like writing, so yeah.
To Kansas!
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Chapter 9
Forty five minutes later, I landed next to a tumbleweed in Harkens, Kansas.
“You guys know the plan.” Cap barked over the comms, “Stick to it!”
“Sir Yes sir, Cap!” I rocket upwards, higher and higher until I can see the entire town. It’s not that big – a square two miles maybe. Poor Hawkeye is perched on the tallest building in town – Town Hall. The archer is balanced between a wall and a statue that looks like a cheap knockoff of Lady Justice.
“You okay, Hawkeye?” I ask, biting back both a laugh and true concern at his position.
“I’m fine Beta. Don’t worry about me.” Yeah, that’ll happen when pigs fly. “You got eyes on the Zygone?”
“Affirmative. Iron Man and Doctor Banner are on your one o’clock.”
“I can see that. Now we wait and watch.”
“You see anything worth worry?”
“Unless pigeons worry you, then no.”
“They don’t worry me; just mess up my paint job.”
“Will you two stop flirting already and work?” Steve is using the tone I hear so often directed at my dad.
We both fall silent, but can just catch – if I squint – the smirk Clint sends my way.
His smirk is still so adorable…Focus, Taylor!
“Iron Man, how are those samples coming?”
“Almost done, Beta. Can you fly over here and pick them up for delivery back to the jet?”
“Copy that.”
I jump off the roof I was situated on and take off with a whooshing roar, touch down by dad, collect the samples in my arms like a newborn baby, and take off towards the jet.
About halfway there, something in my suit starts sputtering.
Sputtering is never good, but I brush it off and continue towards the jet.
That is, until I’m suddenly not flying, but falling – plummeting – towards the sands of Kansas.
“TAYLOR!”
I curl into a ball, the safety of the samples long forgotten, and prepare for impact.
And it never comes.
I peek one of my eyes open to see a red and gold faceplate I have never been so glad to see before in my life.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I say with shuddering breath, “Thanks.”
“We will be talking when we get home.” His cold, clipped, almost furious tone stuns me into silence.
Why would he be mad?
“Dad-“
“Just stick to the side and wait by the jet, we’ll be done soon.”
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Iron Beta: Life as Tony Stark's Daughter
FanfictionEnter Taylor Stark. Fifteen year old genius, wisecrack, Avenger, and, according to her job description, hero. You don't need any of that, however, to know none of this will be easy.
