Our own little family

Chapter 6: Why do you hide it?

It's been 4 months since James and Steve adopted you, you've started to get the hang of being a real daughter to your parents. Every now and then you'd slip up and do something mischievous out of fun and habit, and everytime someone figured out it was you, you immediately apologized feeling guilty. You've gotten closer with your father James more than Steve, but you've started to realize you love them both the same. You started to bond with the team more as well, Natasha being the most powerful relationship you have. She was like a sister to you, always sneaking out at 3am to go shopping, or to get Ice cream, and she always tagged you along. You thought no one had noticed these little sneak outs, but Tony did and used it as Blackmail so he could teach you how to do Mechanical engineering and Science stuff. Everytime you went you cursed under your breath, purposely set something on fire, or just plain ruined one of his suits so he'd let you go. But it never worked because he knew you'd pull something like that.

"Left, Y/n. If you go right you'll-"

A spark ignited a flame in Tony's suit. Dum dum immediately came over and blew it out, getting the fire extinguisher foam all over Tony. You snickered under your breath and when he wiped his eyes you put on your innocent look.

"Sorry, Uncle Tony. I guess I'm not good at this." You sighed, smiling, "Oh well! Time for me tim-"

"Not so fast." Tony spoke, calmly as he wiped foam off his face, "Still got another project I want you to do. To see if it's something you'll like."

You groaned, rolling your eyes, "Come on, man! I told you I don't want to do this and you keep pushing me in here. How many times do I have to set something on fire for you to get it?!"

"Trust me, Y/n." Tony smiled, walking over to another Station, "You'll like this one."

"Yeah? That's what you said the other 65 times." You grumbled, sitting down at the station.

"You actually counted?" Tony said, a rhetorical question as he snapped for Jarvis, "Okay. This one is simple. So simple, a 10 year old could do it. All you have to do is re-code Jarvis to run Stark Industries and then put him back here in the Tower."

You scoffed out a laugh, "What 10 year old can do this?"

"A lot of 'em. Now go." Tony answered, leaving the room.

"What the hell am I gonna do now?" You mumbled to yourself, frustrated as you began re-coding.

After a while, you finished re-coding Jarvis, fixed a few issues with the Tower, called in Happy to restock Tony's supply room, and ordered Pizza. Eventually, you left the lab and treaded down the halls, humming a tune as you messed with your phone. One minute you were texting Peter, and the next you ran into what felt like a cold wall. You fell back on your butt, letting out a silent scream, and rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry!" A voice rushed out, helping you up, "I didn't see you there. You okay?"

You looked up and saw James, giving him a small smile as you rubbed your neck.

"I think so. What the hell was that?" You asked, looking at him.

"Uhm...i-it was my arm." James stuttered, hesitantly holding it out from behind his back.

"Huh? How can your arm-"

You stopped yourself, taking in his silver metallic arm. It was shiny, it matched his other arm perfectly, and it felt soft but rough under your fingers. It was honestly amazing to you, you've never seen anything like it before.

"-be so awesome?!" You finished, marveling at the metal, "That's so cool! What happened to your real arm? Can you get this wet? How do you even take showers if you can't? Does it bend really weird? Can you feel me?"