Pop! Pop pop!
Dad!
Can you hear me?!
Pop!
Dad! Don't do it! We'll drown! Dad! Listen!
Pop! Pop!
I'm scared! Why can't you hear me?!
I'm sorry...
Dad?
POP!
The sand from the punching bag spills all over. Every one looks at me, it's weird enough that a 13 year old girl would go to a gym and start punching the punching bags, but split one? I take off my gloves, grab my red leather jacket, and leave in a hurry. I walk, just walk, no where to go. I walk by the hospital I just got let out of. No one knows how, but I got amnesia after being in a coma. Ever since I woke up, I've been having flashbacks, flashbacks of a plane crash, and my dad.... Just short images of him, barely enough to know he's my dad. He didn't know I was on the plane. It wasn't his fault. I don't actually remember any of it, just the feeling of him not knowing I was there... and forgiving him. Right before the plane hit the water.... I push my short blonde hair out of my eyes, and walk to the park. When I see no one looking, I climb a tree, and put my stuff there. I grab my paints, canvases, and easel. Despite my strength, I have very delicate hands, and am not to bad with a paint brush. I climb down facing the tree trunk. When I hit the ground, I hear a voice say,
"Heard about the girl with incredible strength? I hear that she was last seen at a gym about 5 blocks from here. About 20 minutes ago." I turn around and see.... Tony Stark? He raises and eyebrow at me, his arms crossed.
"Y-yes sir. Haven't seen her though," I reply going pale.
"Really? 'Cause I'm told she looks a hell of a lot like you," he replies his voice dripping with sarcasm. I look at the ground, holding my hands in front of me. I bite the inside of my lip, and roll on the heels of my combat boots. Normally I would run, but it's Tony Stark. He's different. What? Am I supposed to run from a billionaire, play boy, genius, and philanthropist?
"Come," he says, waving me toward him. I start walking and he turns around and walks toward his sports car. He opens the back seat door for me. I slide in and sit on the right side. He gets in the driver seat and heads toward Stark Tower. ***
As we get closer, he asks me, "So kid, what's your name?"
"Sophia," I whisper.
"Well Sophia, you know me?"
"Of course, who doesn't?' I say still whispering,
"Good point," he says shrugging and tilting his head.
"What's your last name?" he says sounding almost.... curious.
"I don't remember," I say plainly, although my voice cracks.
"Right, sorry," he says clearing his throat," Well hear it is! Stark Tower!"
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Cap's Daughter
FanfictionWhen Sophia Rogers was was in a plane crash, she got amnesia. Now, she's finally recovered. When she's offered the chance to remember, she finds out something interesting about her past. ((Btw guys, I started this before The Winter Soldier came out...
