Hawkeye'sSister 2. (Sequel to Hawkeye's Sister, A Tony Stark FanFiction)

Chapter 8: Explanations.

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Natalya's Point of View.

"Why were you at the house tonight?" I snapped as I sped down the road. My mind was in war mode and I wanted to get the son of a bitch who destroyed the mansion and tried to kill Tony. "What was so important that you had to speak to Tony?" I asked, glancing the the girl.

"I think that my boss is working for the Mandarin." She replied, I frowned at her for a moment before setting my eyes on the road again. "So if you still want to talk about it, I suggest we get ourselves some place safe." She said.

"Your boss works for the Mandarin you think, but Tony says you're a botanist." I said.

"That figures. What I actually am is a biological DNA coder running a team of 40 out of a privately funded think tank, but sure you can call me a botanist." She retorted. I glared at her, getting angry. I got that from my brother, the anger, he influenced that in me.

"This boss of yours, does he have a name?" I snapped, turning my eyes back to the road.

"Yeah, Aldrich Killian." She informed. I glanced at her, shocked. I pressed my foot down on the gas, speeding up. "So where are we going?" She asked.

"A Motel I know." I said.

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Tony's Point of View.

"The sandwich was fair, the spring was a little rusty, the rest of the materials I'll make do." I started as the kid and I turned onto an abandoned street. "By the way, when you said your sister had a watch, I was kinda hoping for something a little more than that." I sighed, showing him the Dora watch currently residing on my wrist.

"She's six! Anyway, it's limited edition." The kid laughed. "When can we talk about New York?" The kid asked.

"Maybe never, relax about it." I said, continuing to walk.

"What about the Avengers, can you talk about them?" The kid asked.

"I don't know; later. Hey kid, give me more space." I said, pushing him to the side, before we stopped in front of a memorial sight. There was different body shaped silhouettes on the wall and the dent in the floor was surrounded by flowers. "What's the official story here? What happened?" I asked.

"I guess this guy named Chad Davis, used to live roundabouts. Won a bunch of medals in the army, one day, folks said he went crazy and made, you know, a bomb, then he blew himself up right here." Harley explained, ran my fingers over one of the shadows.

"Six people died, right?" I asked.

"Yes." The kid said, sitting down.

"Including Chad Davis?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, that doesn't make sense." I concluded, siting down next to him. Harley gave me a confused look. "Think about it. Six dead, only five shadows." I explained.

"Yeah, but people said these shadows are like the mark of souls gone to Heaven. Except the bomb guy, he went to Hell on account of he didn't get a shadow. That's why there's only five." Harley explained.

"Do you buy that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's what everyone says." He shrugged. "You know what this crater reminds me of?" He then asked.

"No idea; I'm not...I don't care." I said.

"That giant wormhole, in um, in New York. Does it remind you?" Harley asked.

"That's manipulative. I don't want to talk about it." I sighed.

"Are they coming back? The aliens?" He questioned.

"Maybe, can you stop? Remember when I told you that I have an anxiety issue?" I snapped, suddenly feeling anxious.

"Does this subject make you edgy?" He asked.

"Yeah, a little bit. Can I just catch my breath for a second?" I breathed, closing my eyes tightly, my breathing becoming erratic.

"Are there bad guys in Rose Hills? Do you need a plastic bag to breathe into?" He began to bombard me with questions. "Do you have medication?"

"Nope."

"Do you need to be on it?"

" Probably."

"Do you have PTSD?"

"I don't think so."

"Are you going completely mental?" I looked at him angrily as my breaths became short. "I can stop, do you want me to stop?" He asked.

"Remember when I said to stop doing that? I swear to God, you're going to freak me out." I said, suddenly getting flashback. I quickly stood up and began to run away. "Ah man, you did it, didn't you? You happy now?" I yelled.

"What did I say? Hey, wait up! Wait, wait." The kid called, running after me. I pulled off my jacket before collapsing into the snow. "What the hell was that?" He asked, stopping in front of me as I grabbed a handful of snow and put it on my face, trying to cool myself down.

"Your fault, you spazzed me out." I accused, throwing the snow at him. He smiled down at me, clearly amused. "Okay, back to business. Where were we? The guy who died... relatives? Mom? Ms. Davis, where is she?" I asked, as my breathing slowly went back to normal.

"Where she always is." Harley told me.

"See, now you're being helpful." I stated.

Okay! Sorry, so sorry for the long waits, but here is chapter 7! I hope you enjoyed, sorry if they re not exciting, I'm sure book three(*wink wink, nudge nudge*) will be a lot more action packed. Please vote and comment! Also, if you're a fan of The Walking Dead, more importantly, Daryl Dixon, please go and read my new fan-fic on him! Also the trailer for this story is at the top! Thanks again!! Loves Ya!!