𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.
Charlie, also known as the jet-setter and billionaire Tony Stark's only daughter, is 26 and in a relationship with Steve, soon-to-be successor...
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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
"So I'm gonna ask you some questions, Charlie. Okay?" Detective Wilson softly said as he took the seat across from her. They were in this tiny room, only four plain walls with no windows, and a one-way mirror on one side. "I know this'll be hard, but we need all the information you can give us. Do you understand?"
The cops had brought her here, to the NYPD station, straight from James' apartment.
James.
Her breath hitched at the thought of him.
She closed her eyes and it was even worse. She could see his steel-blue eyes through the hole of the black ski mask, when he leaned closer to her, tying her wrists to the chair.
So she opened her eyes again and was welcomed by Detective Wilson's soft and reassuring expression. There was some pity in it, too, so she tipped her chin up and gave him a small nod, signaling that she was ready.
"What kind of relationship do you have with Sergeant James Barnes?" he asked as soon as he pressed the button to record the interview.
She opened her mouth, then immediately closed it when she was about to say that he was her boyfriend.
He wasn't anymore, and after what she'd discovered he'd done to her before even pretending to be her bodyguard, he'd certainly never been.
"Did he hurt you?" His brows furrowed and his eyes immediately filled with worry when she didn't answer his question.
She shook her head. James had never hurt her - not since that night. He had infuriated her as much as he had made her feel good, and there was no way he would have done something like this.
Well, she apparently didn't know him as much as she thought.
Why did it have to be him?
"I need your words, Charlie," Wilson clarified as he tapped his finger on the recording device.
"No. He didn't hurt me," she managed to say.
"Did you know he stole these documents from you?" he then asked as he pushed the file filled with her plans closer to her, the result of her hard work for the P.E.G.A.S.U.S. project her grandfather had initiated. "Did you notice them missing?"
She shook her head again at both questions. "I didn't."
Last time she'd checked, these documents were safely kept in her strongbox in her walk-in closet. She had put them here herself.
"Do you know why he did it?"
Again, she shook her head and answered by the negative.
There were plans for providing sustainable and limitless energy. Not some kind of cracked codes for the nuclear bomb. So, why did James steal them? Why did that matter to him? Because beside for a competing business, justifying industrial espionage - which she doubted, Charlie had clearly no idea who wanted these plans and for which purpose.
