Odette Parker: My True Self

Chapter 8: You have got to be kidding me

A/N: Drug use and Underage drinking if you live in the U.S. - Kids, drugs and drinking really are not as cool as us adults make it seem. Hangovers are the worst. Just don't do it. If you do drink underage please make sure you are in a safe environment, do not drive. Ladies never drink anything you didn't pour yourselves. Men - be better humans and stop drugging girls drinks
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I walk into my new bedroom and drop my purse on the dresser. This room is incredible. It's huge too, almost the size of both the girls bedroom and bathrooms combined. Its decked out in purples and forest green. The carpet is a light lilac color. The bed is a king 4 poster canopy with purple lace drapes.Pepper uses her arm as a pointer to accent her words.

"Bathroom is the far door, closet is the first door. I will leave you to get settled. Your room also has a balcony, Tony already set up a deck chair, table, and ash tray." With that she turns around and leaves me alone.

"This is fucking insane!" I grab my phone and snap a ton of pictures. I walk over to the closet and smile. It's a walk in with way too much space for all of my clothes. What do I need the dresser for? I exit the closet and walk into the bathroom. "Shut the fuck up!" Marble everywhere, marble and glass. The floors and walls of the bathroom are marble. The shower is all glass, with a marble bench to sit on. The shower head runs the length of the shower and is a waterfall shower head. The tub is marble and stand alone. A linen closet is next to the toilet with all purple, green, and black towels. "Guess his google stalk wasn't all for naught."

Exiting the bathroom after taking several more pictures, i walk into my bedroom. I am currently in the process of sending these pictures to my family and my girls when I hear someone clear their throat. I look up from my phone and proceed to drop it. Natasha Romanoff is standing next to my bed, she is in my bedroom, looking at me. What?

"So you're the girl who broke Tony's nose? I heard he is going to need plastic surgery. Good job! I am Natasha, you can call me Nat, nice to meet you!"

"Uhh..hmm..hi!" Jesus wept. I have game I swear! I just have zero idea where it went.

Nat starts laughing and walks back towards my bedroom door. "Everyone is meeting in the penthouse shortly. Want to ride up with me?"

All I can do is shake my head yes. I lean down and grab my phone before following behind Nat. I will walk behind her from now on cause damn, this view is a-fucking-mazing!

We arrive at the penthouse and everyone is sitting around the dining table. I spot a bar across the way and proceed to divert. I fix myself a vodka on ice and walk to the kitchen. Opening the fridge I poor some OJ in my cup. I walk into the dining room with everyone staring at me.Tony cocks an eyebrow like he wants to say something.

"Yes? Can I help you? Take a picture it will last longer"

"You are not 21." I finally get a good look at his face, His nose is bandaged and his eyes are already turning a nice blue color. I would laugh if he wasn't trying to police my every action right now.

"You are not my father, and I think after the bomb you dropped on my life today, I have more than earned a drink, don't you?"

Tony shrugs and shakes his head in defeat. I sit down at the table next to Steve who is looking at me like I kicked a puppy.

"Seriously Loner? It is one drink, not like I haven't been drinking since I was in high school or anything. Its a new era dude get over it." I down my drink in 3 gulps and drop my glass on the table. All heads turn to me. "Oooppps?"

Tony rolls his eyes before starting to speak. "Everyone this is Odette Parker, she will be joining us here at the Stark Tower and Stark Industries. Odette you have met everyone aside from Happy," he points to the larger man to his right, "Happy, Odette. Odette, Happy." We both tilt our heads. "Right, well, now that that is out of the way. On to the fun stuff. Odette here is a walking super soldier with unidentifiable DNA strands. She has no memory of her life before being picked up on the side of the road in upstate New York out side an abandoned farm house. Our best guess is that she was a survivor of some deranged persons experiments and somehow got away. The woman who was found in the car was a Jane Doe, no records on her either. Very strange, but we will keep digging. If someone out there is trying to make more super soldiers we need to know. It didn't work out to well in the 40s aside from Capsicle here."