Blue Eyed Girl (Stark's Daughter 2)

Chapter 4

"Skye! Skye wake up!" A voice shouts as i feel a hand gently shake my shoulder. My eyes flicker up to Zeke leaning over me, his face full of shock and worry.

"Thank you." He whispers, pulling me against his chest.

"Is she okay?" I hear my dad ask.

"She is now." He replies.

"Good. Fury this stops." He shouts.

"Im so sorry. I broke my promise." Zeke admits. I pull away and look up at him.

"What?"

"I promised that no one would hurt you, and they did. Im so sorry." He appologises, kissing my forehead.

"Could you see what I was dreaming?" I question.

"Yes, on the screen, but only me and your dad could see it." He brushes my tears away and kisses me.

Fury marches in and i instantly tense.

"Your brain waves were the highest i have ever seen, good work on the window." He says. I turn to the window and notice the glass has smashed into a million pieces.

"Did i do that?" I ask.

"Yes." Zeke replies.

"The next test will be-" Fury begins.

"No. Skye is not having anymore tests." Zeke interrupts, locking his hand with mine.

"You shouldn't be in here. No one should interfere a process like this, it is extremely dangerous." Fury scolds.

"If the person you love is screaming out your name in pain. You don't stand there!" Zeke shouts.

"You do in a process like this." Fury argues.

"I speak from experience. You don't stand there, you save them." Dad intervenes. My heart flutters, Zeke loves me.

"Im not letting Skye stay here, just for her to get hurt." He protects, taking my hand and using his other to pull off all the electrobes attached to my head. He then pulls me out of the room, grabbing his guitar and out of the Avengers tower.

Zeke drives me to his recording studio and opens the door for me. He pulls out his keys and opens the door.

"I can't stay long, i have to take Captain his new car." I explain. He walks into the studio and i follow. We walk straight into a hallway with photos and records of Fighting Blind covering the walls. He then leads me into the recording studio, a desk covered in dials and buttons, and a window showing microphones. Zeke hands me a can of coke from his mini fridge and sits on the sofa to the side.

"Thanks." I mumble as i sit beside him. My phone rings in my pocket, i pull it out, answer it and my dad appears as a hologram in front of me.

"Captain's car has arrived. Are you taking it or should i?" He asks.

"I'll do it." I offer.

"Well, its here." He repeats.

"Okay, Im on my way."

"Skye, just be careful." He calmly advises.

"I try but it doesn't work." I point out, ending the call.

"I've got to go." I announce.

"I'll give you a lift."

When we reach home, i notice the brand new shining black porsche on the drive way. I climb out of Zeke's car and walk up to the porsche. My dad marches out of the house and throws me the keys, i catch them and climb into the black car. Zeke leans down into the drivers window.

"Promise me you'll be careful. I don't want you to get hurt." He whispers.

"I promise." I reply. He leans in and kisses me then walks back to his car. I start the car and pull out of our driveway.

Soon I arrive at Captain's house, a simple house down a very long driveway, isolated. I park outside his house and ring his doorbell. He answers, dressed in joggers and a t-shirt.

"I've got you a present." I announce, handing him the keys.

"Nice eyes." He smiles.

"They haven't gone back to normal, I think its because Im still feeling guilty and upset about your car." I admit.

"Thanks. Want a lift back?"

"Yes please."

He grabs his jacket, closing and locking the door behind him. We climb into the car and he starts to drive back.

"Its a great ride." I point out.

"Aren't you underage?"

"No, well, yes. But i have a learners permit."

"Cool. Im sorry about your nose, it doesn't look that bad."

"I had tests today. I lifted Thor's hammer and smashed a glass window in my sleep." I explain.

"Wow."

"Captain it was more then a car, wasn't it?" I question, digging deep.

"Yes, it held memories."

"What sort of memories?"

"Just memories." He replies.

I reach home, thank Captain and walk in. Pepper is sat at the dining table, sorting through paperwork.

"Where's dad?" I ask.

"At James', he wants him to build suits for the army." Pepper explains.

"Dad would never do that."

"Nope."

Taking my chance, i race down to the basement and up to Jarvis.

"Open my Suit plan." I demand. My version of the Iron Man suit shines on the screen.

"Jarvis, how long will it take to make?" I ask, placing the metal on the processor.

"13 hours, Miss Skye." Jarvis replies.

"Make it." I demand.

After a few hours my eyes begin to flutter closed, the blue sleeping liquid still in my blood.