Mravel Tales

Still Hurting From Years Before

Still hurting from years before

Shane P.O.V

"Ms. Stark...how was Tony...as a father?" The inviewer spoke sharply. Honestly...I didn't know to answer that. My eye twiched nervously. I sat back in my arm chair. I tried to avoid the inviewer's eyes. They shoot at me like brown darts. I'm panicing slowly. I couldn't find an answer. Tony hurt me. He forgot about me. He left me broken and unwanted. I'm supposed to this stunning and smart daugter of Tony Stark. How can I be his daugter, when he forgot he had one? I know he loves me deep down inside. But, I guess once I went to the Army I guess I left him broken too. Hey! Thats an answer! I could tell him. But...telling by the way his eyes were l following my every move. I could easily see this wasn't going to be simple.

"Ms.Stark...are you alr-"

"I'm fine! I fine, okay?!" I screamed shaking my voice. I hated this. I know it was only one question but it felt like a million. I was ever so slowly melting. I don't know why I lost it. I began thinking of lonelyness from Tony. I remember when I would the same nightmare every night in the Army base. Tony would be picking me up and throwing me in a dark hole. And he left me there. I would scream for help for hours on end. But, I'm know Tony would never do that to me.

I snapped into my sanity when the inveiwer chuckled at me...with that damn smug look on his face. He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. He grinned slighty. I cocked my head to side with and an eyebrow raised.

"Ms.Stark, I only asked one question-"

"But it felt like a million..." I shallowed hard "C-could you repeat the question?"

"Look Ms.Stark I don't have all day-"

"Repeat the damn question!"

"How is Tony as a father?"

"*sigh* He's...he's fine." I lied.

"Could get you into details?"

"No...it's pretty self explainatory."

"No need to be a smart ass, Ms.Stark."

"Whatever..."

"You know...I can't let you leave the mental center if you don't answer the question, Ms.Stark."

"Maybe I don't want to go...ever think of that?"

"Tony requested that you leave the center, he wants his daugter back, can't you just give me that?"

"Are sick of me yet?" I sat back in my armchair. My eyes bore into the inviewer's eyes. Then a thick gaze of harted and tension came upon us. He sat back in his armchair. He pressed his index finger upward to push his glasses up. He sighed deeply.

"Frankly, Ms.Stark...I am sick of you."

"Good." I sat up forward, resting elbows on my knees. I grinned villianously. "Thats all I ever wanted." I wispered.

"You really are broken from years before, aren't you?" he glanced up as he was signing my release papers. He handed them to me. I saw a big red stamp that said "Allow" on the front. I smiled widly. He knew good and damn well I could leave anytime I wanted to. I got up and walked towards the door. Just as the metal doors swing open, I answer my final question.

"Yes...yes I am."