Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

50.

PART 50!!!!

You sat on the edge of your seat the whole ride upstate. Not knowing what to expect, and having an awful feeling about all of this. You tried to text Micheal, but Ashley took your phone, quickly turning it off and throwing it in the back. About an hour later, you guys arrive at a huge log house sitting peacefully on a river bank. 

"Wow," You gasped, eyeing the simple yet modern architecture as you both got down. Ashley quickly walked to the door, knocking three times before the door swung open. 

"Dr. Ruffalo?" You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing the 5'8'' man, wearing a light purple button-down with tan trousers. His glasses sitting low on his nose, a pen over his ear, and a half-lit cigarette in his hands.

"Almina!" He smiled, pulling you in for a hug. 

"How did you-" You furrowed your eyebrows, as you walked into the house. You remember Dr. Ruffalo telling you that he lived in Manhattan, so what is he doing here? 

"If you're done up there, I would like to continue this!" A voice beams through the house, scaring you. 

"Who was that?" You look around, not seeing anyone else on the floor.

"Downey," Dr. Ruffalo said before walking closing the door behind Ashley. 

"We should go down," Ashley cleared her throat and walked across the room towards another room. You and Dr. Ruffalo followed silently behind her as she walked into a home office before pulling some book off the bookshelf making one side of the bookshelf dust off, revealing a secret hideout. 

"Wow, that closed quickly," Dr. Ruffalo muttered as you guys walked down the stairs into what is nothing short of a villain's layer. 

"Woah," You sighed, stunned by the number of tech gadgets, papers, pictures, and push pins there were. 

"Almina Hiddleston, finally we meet," A cigarette hanging between his lips, messy wavy hair pushed back by his glasses, and an untamed goatee. 

"Yea-" You looked around, seeing pictures of Scarlett, and Aaron with another woman. "Why do you have Scar's picture?" And why is she with Aaron?

"Almina... I don't know how to tell you this-"

"With your mouth, now can someone please tell me what is going on? Where is Liz? Why is my therapist here? Why does this look so much like Sebastian's room? Do you have something to do with whatever he was doing before?" 

Wait!

You felt the tears brewing, as your brain began to make connections. "D-did you have anything to do with my father's death?" You looked around, seeing sympathetic frowns on their faces. "You're the team of great heroes who killed my dad?" 

"Almina, you have to understand, he was a very bad man, he-" Dr. Ruffalo tried to step in.

"Bad man? Why do you keep saying that? Did he kill baby animals or something? What did he do that is so wrong that you planned to kill him?" You felt the hot tears running down your cheek. "He was a good husband. A great fathe-" 

"He was not!" Downey's voice rose. "He put you and your mom's life in danger by leaving us and working with Grillo, Grillo would have killed the two of you within a blink of an eye if it were for us to put him behind bars. So, instead of blaming us, why don't you understand who your father actually was," He yelled, throwing a tan manila folder toward you. 

"What is this?" You mumbled, picking it up and seeing a portfolio of your dad. You continued to flip through the pages, seeing multiple records of your father. Drug deals, smuggling, trafficking,  assault, violations, and murder. Anything and everything under the sun, there wasn't a law he broke. "M-my father did all of this?" You looked at Downey. 

"Stan didn't want to tell you because he didn't want you to see who your father actually was," Downey took the papers from your hands. 

"He was trying to protect you, Almina," Ashley stepped in, "We all were, Lizzy, me, Paul, and especially Sebastian."

"Paul? As in-"

"Your boss, yeah. You might want to sit down for this-" Mark pulled a chair, letting you sit down before three stood in front of you, looking at each other before Downey started.

He explained all about how after your father died, Sebastian made it a point to make sure Grillo couldn't get to you or your mom, how he, RDJ, and Mark set people in place so you were safe at all times. It was from your fifth-grade teacher, Mr. Cumberbatch, Dr. Ruffalo being your therapist, Kat being in your high school, Paul being your boss to Lizzy being with you in college. He continued to explain how exactly dangerous your father was. He, after leaving RDJ and Dr. Ruffalo, worked for this drug cartel under Frank Grillo, who was known for giving out extreme jobs and murdering people if they snitch or double-cross him. Your father gained his respect and admiration at how quickly and smoothly he got the work done, Grillo began to trust him more as he would bring home huge profits after each dealing. But, your father didn't sit quietly, instead, he started double-crossing Grillo too. He was working on his own agenda, working to build his own empire. 

"Asgard," RDJ scoffed. It was the name of the company front he was about to start, it would have grown into this massive drug and human trafficking center if it were for Sebastian, Downey, and Dr. Ruffalo, who shut it down after your father's death. You felt a shiver down your spine as they went on to explain about your father and everything he did while appearing as a good man to you. You felt lost and cheated. All your life you knew your father as this businessman, who had a nine-to-five job, who would drop his daughter off at school before going to work, would spend his weekends with his family, and try to make it most of his daughter's events.

"I- I need a minute-" You sighed, hearing a phone ringing before you could finish. 

"Hello?" RDJ picked up his phone, his face dropping as he heard what the other person had to say. "We need to go. Now!" He pointed to Dr. Ruffalo after the call ended.

"Stay here, and if we don't call you in an hour, take her to Canada and call Rudd, got it?" RDJ told Ashley before he and Dr. Ruffalo rushed out of the basement. 

"Canada? Why? What is happening?" You looked at Ashely. 

"I- I don't know either, Almina, I'm sorry," She sighed.