Playing Games (Stark's Daughter 4)

Chapter 1

I stare up at the beautiful glass tower, drinking in the morning sun.

"Is it like you wanted it?" Zeke asks beside me, his hand slipping into mine.

"Definitely. I love it."

The tower is 22 storeys high, glass windows holding the structure and letting light in. The front doors are glass with the Stark Industries logo engraved in, on the roof is a huge metal sign in the shape on a missile with Stark Industries written on it.

I smile at the building, the building i designed and built with dads builders. I pass the key to the front door between my fingers, loving the cool metal feeling.

"What do you think?" I ask, spinning on my feet to see my dads reaction.

"Its amazing." He whispers, smiling at me.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course i do. Are Hope and Lucas starting Monday?" He asks.

"Yep, thanks for giving them a job." I reply.

"Have you told him about his mum?"

"He was one year old, he wouldn't have remembered." I point out, shaking my head.

"Sorry. I made Aiden an Iron Man suit." He announces, smiling.

"He's only 7!"

"And? He's my son, i can do what i want." He argues, smirking.

I throw him the key and he throws it back straight away.

"Keep it. I want you to be the new manager." He announces.

"What? But what about Pepper?"

"I ran it past her, she said okay."

"I want her to be an assistant then."

"Cool, I'll ask her." He replies, marching to his red sports car, jumping in and speeding off.

"I designed this building!" I squeal as i wrap my arms around Zeke's neck and kiss him.

"Im so proud of you, genius." He whispers against my ear.

"I can't believe Lucas and Hope have grown up so much and are going to be working here in two days!" I admit.

"I know. Our kids have grown up so much."

"We should get back, Hope is baby sitting." I announce.

We reach home where Lucas and Hope are playing on the football table, screaming and shouting when they score.

"You're such a loser!" Hope points out.

"Hope, be nice." I warn to my 17 year old daughter.

"Im gonna win." Lucas teases, his 13 year old face lighting up in determination.

"Miss Skye, there's a phone call from the Avengers." Jarvis announces. I walk over to the phone and pick it up.

"Hello?"

"We need you to come down to headquarters." Colson demands.

"Why? What's going on?" I question, picking up a strawberry from the tub.

"Loki has sent us a message."

"Im coming." I reply, putting down the phone.

"Kids, Im going to the Avengers, you coming?"

"Sure."

"Yeah."

I take Zeke's hand and we all climb into the BMW jeep.