ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ || 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪

Unexpected Visitor || Chapter Two

One month later

"PAIGE!"

I spat out the remaining toothpaste, glancing into the mirror and fixing smudged eyeliner, "COMING!!" I shouted, running down the grand staircase and into the main living room.

Tony Stark sat proudly on my sofa, chatting along to my father as though they were old friends. The guy was loved by all and practically worshipped with an ego bigger than the Eiffel Tower. 'Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist'... or at least that's what he called himself - really highlights the superiority complex. A truly arrogant bastard although I'd be lying if I said it wasn't all for good reason.

"Um... Hi?" I had to hold back my own excitement, refusing to fangirl over the hero who sat so comfortably in my home.

"Hey, Paige- right?" He checks, standing from the sofa and walking towards me.

"Yeah..." I nod, talking in a deep breath.

"I'm Tony Stark- we received your email of application a month ago and are happy to say you have been accepted." He holds out his hand to which I shake, a wild smile growing on my face.

I couldn't help but wonder why he had travelled all the way to Alsace (France) to tell me something that could easily be sent by email but I was too excited to question it.

I glance over to my father who is also smiling.

"When do I leave?" I ask, keeping as composed as possible.

"Well I have a limo waiting outside to take us to the airport... would you like to pack?" Stark explains cockily.

My fathers nods as if to tell me it was okay.

I ran back up the wide staircase and into my room. All my dreams were coming true and I couldn't be more excited.

When I sent an email to Stark Industries a month ago, I never could've imagine actually being accepted.

I was a mechanic. My creations covered every wall in my room but I couldn't take them all. I grabbed the most important of them as well as some clothes, money and essentials such as toiletries, my make up and hair supplies. I also grabbed my phone, throwing it into my pocket.

I pulled my goggles over my head, allowing them to rest just above my forehead before rushing back down.

One of Starks employees took my bag and I followed him outside and into the limo.

"You look so much like your mother," He joked as we stood just outside the car, waiting for everything to be put in the back.

"My father says it's like she's back from the dead." I told him, smiling sadly at the thought of my mothers passing.

His expression softened, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as the limo door slid open. He allowed me to go in first, following right behind me.

"Jarvis, set the jet for coordinates (—-,—-)." Stark ordered as we sat down, the door closing automatically.

"Right away, sir." A robotic voice spoke back as we set off.

"So.. where are we going?" I asked. I was over my fangirl stage now and much more interested as to why the coordinates weren't for the stark workshop.

He laughed, "Impressive."

"Where are going, Mr Stark?" I repeated, hoping for an actual answer this time.

"Avengers Tower.. I do hope you don't mind?" He stopped laughing, grinning at me smugly.

"I don't understand why you would take me there..." I admitted, thinking of all the possibilities.