Iron Dad's Daughter

Chapter 12

"April what the fuck was that?!" Dads voice sounded angry but also concerned. "He called me a fucking psycho." I shouted angrily. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Really you have nothing to say?" I asked my voice breaking a little. "Look kid I don't know anymore." He shakes his head avoiding eye contact with me. "Wow some dad you turned out to be hey." I bark turning around and walking away. "April come on." He shouts after me, I continue walking away shaking my head.

He doesn't follow I hear the door open and close indicating he had gone back into the room. I sigh deciding to leave my car where it is and just walk trying to figure out where I had gone so wrong in all of this. Was I wrong to agree to come and live with him? I walk for a while running my hands through my hair, finally remembering what Pepper had said to me the day I moved here. 'Give it 6 months and if you don't feel comfortable with us by then, then I promise I will drive you back here myself.' The sentence rings in my head. I sigh pulling my phone out of my pocket dialling Pepper's number.

"April?" He cheerful voice echoes down the line. "Pepper I'm leaving, please tell my father when he gets home. I'm going to go and collect the things I brought with me, and I will make my own way home." I mumble trying not to trip up on my words. "Home? But this is your home." Pepper's voice sounds hurt but I try not to let it get to me. "This isn't my home, I thought it was but realistically I don't fit in here, I never did, and I never will. Please tell him I'm sorry this isn't to hurt him." I say quickly, before she gets a chance to reply I hang up the phone turning it off and sliding it into my pocket.

I quickly make my way back to the house, walking into the kitchen I take the phone from my pocket and slide it onto the counter. I make my way up the stairs to collect my stuff, looking around the room as I do so. I put my stuff into a backpack throwing it over my shoulder, I make sure to leave anything they had bought for me behind. It was nice while it lasted but I always knew I would never fit into this lifestyle. I sigh making my way back down the stairs leaving the car keys on the countertop next to the phone before walking out. I lock the door posting the house keys through the letter box, I take one last look at the house before turning and walking away.

I don't look back and try to figure out which way to go. I walk for a while finding a bus shelter and decide to catch the next bus out of the city. I wait for 20 Ish minute before getting on the bus spending some of the remaining cash in my purse just to get away from the city. Before I know it, we are on the road heading away from New York, I put my head against the window watching the world pass by.

After what felt like days we finally stop and I decide to get off, not knowing where I am but also not caring anymore. I thank the driver before getting off, feeling the fresh air hit me I smile slightly. I look around to see if I could get a sense of my surroundings. I sigh not really seeing anything that could tell me where I am.

I watch as cars pass me by sitting down on a nearby bench, wishing that I hadn't come here in the first place I sigh putting my head in my hands trying to block the world out. "Hey kiddo." I hear Steves soft voice pull me away from my thoughts I look up at him. "Get away from me." I snarl at him. He shakes his head coming to sit next to me, I scoot myself away from him. "I said get away from me... I-I'm a monster." I mumble tears forming in my eyes. "You're not a monster April. Your lost and confused, your whole world has been flipped upside down the past few months, but your needed kiddo." His voice trails off. "Ask Barton he seems to know me." I whimper a little. Steve goes silent. "Steve I just want to go home." I mumble. "Then let's go I'll take you home." He says.

I sigh looking over at him. "I can't Barton's right, I am a psycho, I'm the one who can't control myself. I'm the one who is going to inevitably get someone hurt, so he's right. Maybe I'm the threat that needs to be put down." I mumble looking down at my feet. He slides over a little closer placing a hand on my knee. "You know none of what you just said is true right? April your 18 you're not expected to know everything, you've only just found out who the real you is. You're not expected to already know how to control it." He says his voice soft and filled with pity.

I keep my eyes locked on my feet trying to get into his mind to see what he's thinking. She's hurting, I can fix this. I need to fix this. "Rodgers I'm not some toy that needs fixing, there isn't anything that can be done to fix me." I say keeping my gaze on my feet. "They hate me Steve and I can understand why, Clint hasn't looked at me the same since the night I bolted on you, Nat barely spoke to me before all of this anyway, and none of the others really bothered with me. I get it I know where I'm not wanted okay." I continue.

He shakes his head "That's not true love, it may feel like that right now but it's not true." His voice is sweet. "How did you find me anyway?" I question trying to change the subject. "Oh erm... your dad has a tracker in your bag." He spits out eventually. I just sigh and roll my eyes "Of course he does." I run my hands through my hair. "He's your dad kid, yeah he's a little protective, but he just wants to make sure your safe." Steve shrugs. "Let's just go." I mutter standing up. Steve shoots me a reassuring smile as we walk to the car.

He opens the door for me as I get in and put my seatbelt on. "Let's get you home kid, we will work all of this out together." He says putting a hand on my shoulder before driving. I sigh and just watch out of the window, watching everything pass by. I lean my head on the window trying to figure out what to do and how to fix the things I've broken. Before I know it, I fall asleep leant against the window. Listening to the soft music Steve has playing on the radio.