𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗.
Charlie Stark-Rogers has grown up in the shadow of the world's greatest heroes. But spending your entire life in the face of danger takes its toll on anyone. She has secrets, thi...
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"𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘."
The word was hoarse and hollow, spoken from chapped, trembling lips. Tony looked up to his husband, feeling his heart jolt at Steve's swollen, red eyes and clenched jaw.
Similar to him, the blonde man's grief had gone from sadness and tears to anger rather quickly. It left his fists flexing repeatedly as they both stared at their daughter, fast asleep in the guest room bed thanks to a couple of sleeping pills from Clint. Charlie's soft brown skin was still scrunched up slightly at the eyebrows, her long dark hair sprawled out across the white pillows. Even asleep, she looked like she were in pain.
Tony ran his hands through Charlie's greasy hair, watching her features relax just slightly at his touch. Her tiny fist twitched in sleep, her small body draped in his suit coat they had somehow salvaged. He couldn't help but feel relieved that she had finally been able to rest; after three weeks of clutching at Tony's leg so much, he had never been able to actually get work done on the suit to let them escape. Now, curled up on the singular cot in the room, she was at peace, if only for a moment.
There was a sudden loud bang at the door and Tony stood upright instantly, his eyes darting up to the small window. It was the guards again, no doubt here to give Tony a bit more "motivation" to comply. He never would, of course; a few punches in the gut and getting knocked out with the butt of a gun was nothing compared to the destruction his Jericho missile would do.
The door clicked open, and in walked not only the guards, but Abu Bakkar himself. The man was grinning widely, a sick look twisted from nothingness. Tony wondered for a moment what could have possibly been funny about the situation, but then quickly decided that he didn't want to know.
"Stark!" Bakkar said loudly, clapping his hands and making Tony flinch. His eyes darted quickly to Charlie, who was slowly sitting up from her cot, her eye blurred with sleep. "laqad jina linamnahak yajmae."
" 'Stark, we have come to collect'," Yinsen translated, his hands raised up to his shoulders with a dangerous calm.
"sarukh 'ariha, hal hu jahizi?"
" 'The Jericho, is it ready?' " Yinsen shut his eyes briefly as he spoke, already knowing the answer full well. He dreaded the punishment that would undoubtedly come for the billionaire and the little girl he had become rather fond of.
Tony squared his jaw, his eyes blazing. "For the last time, assholes. I'm not making the damn missile."
Yinsen translated quickly, dread lacing his voice, and Tony watched as their kidnapper's big bearded face grew more and more red.
"hsnana," Bakkar shook his head slowly before nodded to two of the soldier sat his side. "sayataeayan ealayna 'iijad tariqat litahfizik , 'iidhni."
