The Return (Amanda Rogers)

Chapter 7

"Friday can I get a check in on Amanda's room." Tony said to the avengers new personal assistant.

"I'm sorry mr stark, but miss Rogers cut off my connections to her room." The AI said. "Would you like me to contact her via voice call to her phone?"

Tony shook his head. "That's not necessary." He replied, leaving the room he was in and heading towards Amanda's.

He knew doing this could cause two things: Amanda verbally attacking him, or Amanda taking the time to just hear him out.

But the girl had the blood of both Steve and Natasha, so the answer was already clear as to which she'd pick.

He stood outside her door, holding his hand up to knock before entering, just incase she was changing or something.

"Amanda?" He hesitantly asked as he knocked on the door to her bedroom.

When he received no response, it didn't matter to him if she was willing to open the door. He needed to let all of his bottled up emotions out.

"Look kid.. I'm sorry, ok? I know sorry won't cut it for you, if it was the other way around I would react in a similar way. But please, I really need you to just listen to me." He started off, talking to what he thought was just her bedroom door. "What I did, it wasn't right. You were just a kid and you still are. The whole accords situation.. it never should've happened. It never should've involved you either, but we both know your too stubborn to let a good fight go to waste." He said with a laugh. "If you are listening, I'm begging you to forgive me or at least give me another chance. You know I don't ever beg, so please just consider it?"

To his surprise, the girls door opened slowly, revealing the red headed girl with tears puddling in her green eyes. "Do you know how much you've ruined my life?" She asked calmly, but angrily.

Tony simply nodded. "I never meant to." He said. "I was just so angry that day and you were an easy target."

Amanda stared at him. "Easy target , huh." She scoffed. "Your looking like an easy target right now, but I have the common sense to fight the urge to kill you."

Tony stood quietly, staring at the ground for a moment. "He asked about you every day."

"Take his name out of your mouth." She said poking his chest roughly. "You don't deserve to mourn after lying to him for almost a year."

"He was like my son, Amanda." Tony argued.

Amanda scoffed, crossing her arms. "And I was like your daughter, then you decided to almost kill me." She argued back. "Two years of therapy. That's what it took for me to get the where I am now. I missed out on my finally years of high school, I didn't see my family, I never got to walk in a cap and gown. But it's FINE because you got everything you've ever wanted."

Tony opened his mouth to speak, only to get cut off by the door slamming in his face. "I don't want to hear your annoying voice!" Amanda shouted. "And stop trying to reconnect FRIDAY in here!"

The man stood silently, taking in what just happened before walking off.

He knew it was one thing to be on Amanda's bad side.. it was a dark place. But for him to back down that easily.. he basically just silently admitted she was right and he was wrong. Which he was, but Tony Stark has never backed down that fast.

"Amanda." He said, now letting himself into her room.

She didn't respond. There was actually no one in the room to begin with. Just a little note written on her desk written in red ink.

Fuck you stark.

He immediately looked at the bedroom window and saw it was wide open, along with her figure growing smaller and smaller as she swung away with the web shooters Peter gave her.

"Shit."