Hidden Past

Chapter 4

I toss and turn all night, my body temperature rising and my skin getting clammy. I sit bolt upright, running my hands through my hair. What is wrong with me recently?

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, slipping my feet into my fluffy white slippers. Im in my blue striped pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.

I unlock my bedroom door quietly and tiptoe down the corridor. A light catches my eye and i follow it into the control room.

"Tony?" I whisper, his head snaps at his name and he smirks.

Tony is sat at one of the computers, tapping across the keyboard and Im confused as to why he's not at home with Pepper.

"Hey, kid." He mutters.

I pull up a chair and sit beside him, watching as he uploads a new software.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Making a new phone." He mumbles.

"You shouldn't have laughed at my threat then."

"Sor-ry." He sings.

"Tony, why doesn't Uncle Thor talk about our family?" I suddenly ask.

Tony slowly lifts his head, glancing at me with questioning eyes.

"Why are you asking me?" He questions, staring back at the bright computer screen.

"Because you aren't keen on me so you'll give me honest answers." I point out.

"Hattie, this is something you ask your Uncle. Not me."

"Please, Mr Stark. Something weird is going on with me at the moment and i want to know about my parents." I argue.

"Im sorry, Hattie. I can't give you the answers." He mutters and walks off, hands in pockets.

I spin in the chair, staring at the dark black ceiling and trying to figure out what is going on.

Why can't Tony give me answers? If i ask Thor, he just tells me to go away.

I stand up and trudge back to my bedroom, locking the door behind me and lay on my bed. I cross my hands behind my head and lean back. Questions spin in my head, begging to be answered. My questions won't be answered for a while.

*

I wake up late, pulling on a dress and tights. I close the bedroom door behind me and head down the usual corridor. I stop outside a conference room, hearing my Uncle talk.

"She is 15 now, she's too old to be living here." I hear Clint point out.

"Okay, well, then what do i do? Where can she go?"

"Thor, you live here when your not at Asgard."

"Hattie has to be sent away then."

Sent away?

I can't. I don't want to.

My mind races, as adrenaline pumps into my veins. I sprint down the corridors, going to the training room. I step inside, grabbing my holders. I clip on my belt and my shoulder holders. I strap three guns to my belt and push two wooden beam defenders into my shoulder holders.

I slam the door behind me, racing through the control room and the workers stare at me.

"Hattie?" Someone shouts.

I ignore them and jump into the elevator, when the doors spring open the front door is locked. I walk into the courtyard, brushing my fingers along the water in the fountain as i stroll into the forest.