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

Chapter 9

I apologise in advance for this rubbishly disjointed excuse that I'm trying to pass off as a chapter. But yeah... Deal with it... I'm sick, so... yeah!

Anyhoo...

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Sam

Ploughing through the New York post-lunchtime traffic, I was stuck at a standstill. I turned on the radio and sat back against the seat as the sounds of ‘Sun’ by Two Door Cinema Club filled the car. I had found an Irish station on my radio, I don’t know how, but I didn’t care, they played awesome music. I let my head fall against the headrest and let my mind go blank as I listened to the music, humming along. Broken rays of sunlight streamed through my window, catching floating particles of dust in the air, making them glow magically.

My phone rang from where it sat on the passenger seat. I looked over and picked it up, looking at the screen, where a picture of Iron Man against a backdrop of an explosion was showing, as my phone rang, playing ‘Shoot To Thrill’ by ACDC. I laughed and pressed answer.

‘I like what you’ve done with my phone! Nice ringtone!’ I joked, and was greeted by Tony’s warm laugh.

‘I know! I have excellent taste, do I not?’ he joked. The traffic began moving in front of me, so I put Tony on speaker, putting the phone back down.

‘What do you want Tony?’ I asked, watching around me as the buildings slowly became smaller, closer together, and less well kept. Tony sighed on the other end, and I noticed a distortion in the feedback and raised an eyebrow.

‘Are you in the suit?’ I asked, stopping as the traffic light before me turned red. Something glinted in the air above the lights and I rolled my eyes as Iron Man came into view. He stopped in front of me and the suit started to remove itself from Tonys’ body. He picked up the suit, which was now a briefcase, walked to my passenger door and climbed in.

‘No please, do come in.’ I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes and setting off as the lights turned green.

‘What do you want Tony?’ I asked as I drove, heading to the one place where I could fully clear my head. Popeye’s.

I pulled into the alleyway and parked in the lot around the back. I pulled into a parking space and got out, grabbing my gym bag as I did. Tony quickly followed, bringing his briefcase as he did. I walked out of the alleyway and went straight into Popeye’s, followed close behind by Tony.

‘I wanted to make sure you’re ok... Well, Bruce wanted me to make sure you were ok.’

I stopped dead in my tracks and ran a hand through my hair. I sighed and turned around, walking up to Tony.

‘No, I am not ok. I have spent the last two years of my life living in fear that RHOKA would find me. I’ve been hiding ever since I left.’ I sighed shakily, running a hand through my hair. ‘And now they’ve found me, and they want me dead, or worse. Most likely worse. So no, I am not ok.’ I said quietly, before turning, ignoring the sad look in Tonys’ eyes, and walked into the changing room.

I emerged a few minutes later, and walked straight towards my punching bag, tying up my hair as I went. I had strapped up my hands in the changing room and was ready to beat a punching bag to a pulp. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was about SHIELD that annoyed me, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with a certain one-eyed man who dressed like he was in the Matrix.

I nodded to Colm, with a small smile, who nodded back, before returning to his conversation with Tony. I rolled my eyes and started taking my frustrations out on the punching bag. As I hit the bag, slowly but surely releasing my frustrations, I felt someone come up behind me. I continued with my onslaught, assuming that it was Colm, about to tell me to relax before I hurt myself.