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Julianne seemed to have been the only one ready and suited up. She watched from afar as her father was working on his helmet, waiting for Steve to make an apparition. She finally caught sight of him, wearing his old suit, followed by Barton and Natasha. Hey eyes met with the woman’s, who nodded reassuringly when she noticed her glaring at the archer.
She walked behind them, bringing her mask up to her nose as they all entered the quinjet, where an engineer seemed to be working on something.
“Hey, you guys aren’t authorized to be in here.” He told them.
“Son, just don’t!” Steve said, in a slightly annoyed tone.
“Yeah, I’d listen to the old man if I were you.” Julianne stepped forward, patting the engineer on the shoulder and walking towards the panel.
The pilot’s seat was claimed by Bartoon soon enough while the engineer was getting kicked out of the quinjet by Natasha and Steve.
“I’m entering the coordinates for Stark Tower.” She informed the man while tapping on a few buttons as he, himself, was turning the jet on.
“Isn’t Stark just going to lead us there?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, but we got two old men on board, the ride could be too fast for y’all.” She replied with an emotionless voice, hiding her smirk.
“What was that?” He turned to her with a frown. And if she didn’t know he was completely deaf in one ear, she would have probably presumed he was angry. Either way, she could have her fun. “Nothing, grandpa, don’t worry about it.” She snickered, turning away from him, taking a seat across from Natasha and Steve, noticing their amused stares. “What?”
“There’s no doubt you’re his daughter.” Steve shook his head.
“There never was any.” She shrugged.
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“Holy shit.” The young Stark gasped, noticing the open portal in the sky from afar. “What the fuck is that?!”
“Language.” Steve reprimanded, also in shock at the view. Julianne looked back at him with a frown that showed her dislike concerning the scolding.
“Stark, we’re on a three heading north east.” Natasha said over the comms.
“What, did you stop for a drive-thru?”
“Yeah, we got fries, you want some?” His daughter sassed back.
