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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"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒?" Charlie asked quietly, squeezing her Dad's hand tighter in her grip. She stared up at the looming building in front of them, her eyes illuminated by the glowing "ROSE HILL MEDICAL" sign at the top. "I mean, you can't exactly just walk into a hospital and demand an impromptu surgery."
Yellowed street lamps caught the edge of Tony's hair, giving him an eerie look. With Harley standing beside him in his cute little beanie, however, looking at him like he'd personally hung then stars, he looked a lot less threatening.
That, and the fact that Tony Stark was short.
"I'm Tony Stark," he scoffed. Clearly, his confidence couldn't be fractured by dire circumstances, or his height. "I can work my way through anything. Stark Industries invented some of the best medical devices out there."
Charlie frowned. "I didn't know S.I had a medical unit."
Tony's mouth open, then closed. Then, dismally, he said, "It's a... private line. Patented by some individuals. Not my work."
Charlie stared at him, confused, before decided he was definitely hiding something, and she'd get to the bottom of that later. "Okay, whatever. But seriously. How?-"
Harley let out a small squeak and Charlie quickly leaned over Tony, trying to see what the problem was.
It seemed the redhead had taken a sudden liking to Harley. She had quickly pulled him behind her as someone crossed the street and walked past them, not giving the odd crew a second glance. The scarf Charlie had insisted the girl wear hung over her head and wrapped around her neck, keeping her ears warm and that god-awful mask on her face somewhat inconspicuous.
"See, kid, she likes you," Tony looked like he was trying not to smile as Harley sunk closer to him, eyeing the girl in suspicion.
Charlie didn't try to hide her smirk on when she saw the look on Tony's face; very content with the new children he'd definitely already gotten emotionally attached to.
"That side is the emergency room." Harley said after a moment, pointing at the glowing red sign with a gloved finger.
Tony shook his head, deep in thought. "No, that would be too busy. We need a staff entrance, to a break room or something. A hospital this small can't be crowded, especially this time at night."
"You sure you're going to be able to get someone to do a surgery?" Charlie asked quietly, leaning around him to look at the redhead. A wave of nausea washed over her as she got a better look at the mask covering her nose and mouth. Now that she knew what to look for, the tiny screws lining the edges were impossible to miss.
Tony squeezed her good hand. "Trust me, kiddo. I got this."
Charlie sighed.
Her Dad must have taken that as a positive sign, because he squared his shoulders and plastered a determined smile on his face. Charlie followed him as he started to walk around the outside of the hospital, searching for something.
