Never Gonna Stop Me (Resilience Book 1) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

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This was kinda hard to write...

I got writer's block...

Anyhoo!!! :D

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Sam

I sat in my wheelchair, staring aimlessly out the window at the bright New York skyline. The city was silently a-glow beyond the heavy-duty glass, happily moving on with its life. I, on the other hand, was simply trying to cope with mine. Two days had passed since I had moved the phone. I hadn’t tried anything else, afraid of what might happen. If I was already distrusting of myself before, I was even more so now. I didn’t want to even think about it, but the thought of it plagued my mind like some sort of disease. What if?

Tony let me mess around in the labs and tech rooms of the top five floors of Stark Towers. They were designed for pure geeky R&R. There was a floor for everything a nerd could possibly want; biology, chemistry, physics, engineering and, of course, the new addition to the family, thermo-nuclear energy and astrophysics. I sat at a desk, drawing up a few messy designs of cars, planes, guns, body armour, and more cars. They were just random half-finished designs that really made no sense whatsoever. I was currently parked at a low table, with pictures and architect-like drawings of a Bugatti Veyron and a Lamborghini Murcielago spread out in front of me, as I tried to combine my favourite pieces of each of them into one.

Tony walked in and sauntered over to me with a packet of blueberries in his hand. He held them out to me, but I shook my head, smiling at him and politely declining. I didn’t get why he was so addicted to them.  They’re, in my opinion, weird and too squishy to be good. I turned back to my drawing, where I was trying to re-design the Veyron’s engine to make it more efficient and more environmentally friendly, without increasing the weight.

‘Nice choice!’ he commented, gesturing to the pictures scattered about the table. I smiled up at him, and looked back down at my designs, continuing my drawing, the two of us in a contented silence. Tony looked over my designs in a non-intrusive way, which seemed out-of-character from what I had heard. I smiled at the thought, realising that all the rumours in the media about him being a total prick, probably weren’t true. I looked back to the diagram of the Bugatti’s internal combustion engine, and my concentration slipped. I pursed my lips and rubbed my temples.

‘This is driving me demented!’ I groaned. Stark looked down at me, confused at my sudden outburst. I sighed and began explaining.

‘I can’t concentrate on anything for more than ten minutes! Normally when I’d feel like this, I’d go down to the gym and beat the shit out of a punching bag. But I can’t exactly do that like... this!’ I gestured to my legs and sighed in frustration.

I took a deep breath, while Tony munched on blueberries, leaning against the table and staring out the window. I sighed again, my mind troubled.

‘Can I ask you something?’

He looked at me, attentively and nodded, popping another few blueberries in his mouth. ‘Shoot!’

I sighed again, deciding to just ask him.

‘Do you think that telekinesis exists?’

He huffed and swallowed, before looking at me seriously. ‘Honestly?’ I nodded, so did he.

‘If gods and inter-galactic aliens exist, I don’t see why not.’ I nodded, to myself. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking why. I shrugged.

‘You’re not going to believe me....’ He blinked and I sighed before continuing. ‘You know when RHOKA came to the hospital, and you guys found me in the corner?’