I looked over at Stark's son. He had his feet up on the table and he chewed his gum like a cow. It was obnoxious and my father and I shot him a glare, he smirked. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes because it was horribly rude and I didn't want to make things worse between my father and Mr. Stark. Though Stefan didn't seem to care. I tried my hardest to focus on the discussion before me but every time I heard the pop of his gum I had to fight the urge to cringe. I kept my posture rigid, my body language showing that I was intently listening and serious about what was being discussed. Just like my father. Unlike bubbles over there.
My father pushed himself up from his chair and leaned over the table at Mr. Stark. He set his jaw and furrowed his eyebrows. A gaze I was all too familiar with. I looked up at him curiously, all ears for what he had to say. If I was a dog my ears would be perked.
"Look, it's daddy's little puppy dog," I heard one of the other kids say. I had a pretty good idea of who said it so I ignored it. It was a familiar nick name that everyone at school had called me. I just hoped my father hadn't heard it. But based on the look he gave to the other kids before he spoke I knew that he had.
My father spoke harshly and sternly to the others. A voice he softened for his family,where he knew he was respected, but here he hadn't quite gotten all the respect he deserved from the others. "We need to focus on the important things. Running into battle without knowing anything at all is pointless. All we know is a name." My father spoke.
I agreed with his argument. If we don't know anything at all we would be completely blind. We wouldn't even know the purpose for going in. At the same time though, the time we waist arguing about a plan of action is time we wont be able to get back. And time is money.
I looked up at my father with pleading eyes. I knew I needed to say something. My father looked down briefly and gave my a curt nod. Enough to tell me I could state my case. I stood up. I saw Mr. Stark open his mouth to object but Thor spoke first.
"Let the girl speak,Tony."
Mr. Stark still wanted to object but the stern looks from the others shut him up for once. I spoke without the intensity but enough to be firm and steady. "I agree with my father," I started. I saw a look from Mr. Stark that said he knew I would but I continued. "If we don't focus on important things or know anything at all we will be going in completely blind. At this point we wouldn't even know the purpose for going in. That's a risk we cannot afford to take." I heard a few groans, I pushed them out of my mind as I kept going. "But, every moment we spend arguing about a plan of action is time waisted. Time we cannot regain in times of crisis. Time is money."
My father nodded and I sat back down in my seat. I regained my posture, folding my hands in my lap. Awaiting the replies of the avengers.
