Like A Bullet {marvel/captain america}

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Song for this chapter:

All These Things I've Done by the Killers

'And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no'

{Chapter Two}

{Reese's POV - Queens, New York}

I was woken the next morning by a harsh thrashing at my door. I groaned, sitting up on the bed as it creaked beneath me. I ran a hand through my tangled brown hair and rolled onto the cold, uncarpeted floor of my shitty little studio apartment.

'Reese, wake up! Quick!'

I recognized it as the voice of my neighbour, Jorge Martinez - a tall thin Spanish boy who had wide rimmed glasses and was -1% body fat. He was one of my few companions in the city and the only person who knew about what I did at night, but I trusted him more than anybody else.

'What?' I groaned, pulling open the wonky front door.

'There's a guy wandering the wall, looking for you-'

I felt the colour drain my from skin, as a pair of large hands grabbed him from behind and shoved him aside. Jorge fell forward, narrowly avoiding crashing into me as a tall, rather large man in a business suit stepped forward.

'Put down the gun, Miss.' He ordered.

'Who the hell are you?' I growled, pulling Jorge off the floor, not breaking eye contact with Beefy, as I had mentally nicknamed him. He thinned his eyes at me and handed me a card.

Happy Hogan, Stark Industries.

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{Tony Stark's POV - Manhattan}

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I leaned back in the swivel chair, spinning out of boredom. Rogers sat across from me, frowning at something on his phone whilst Wanda was half-asleep on the table next to him. I was about to join her when my phone buzzed.

'I got the subject. She's coming up. Be prepared, is very temperamental.' The text from Happy read.

I sighed to myself, placing my head in my hands. I'd always wanted to meet my daughter since I found out that she existed. It was fifteen years ago, when her mother had been sent to prison and I was contacted by social services to take custody - but I refused, because I wasn't ready. I made a couple half hearted visits to her, but she never seemed pleased to see me.

'Happy got her,' I finally cleared my throat. 'Look, when she get's up here, can we not talk about the whole father-daughter thing? It's kind of a touchy subject.'

Steve and Wanda didn't get a chance to answer, because the door burst open and Happy came inside, a dark haired girl thrashing around on his shoulder. She was in a plain black hoodie and pajama bottoms and no shoes, so I assumed she'd been dragged straight out of bed.

'Put me down!'

Happy obeyed and put her on the ground. She landed firmly on her feet, looking wildly around the room. The first thing I noticed was how different she looked from when I last saw her. Her curly brown hair had grown into a long unkempt tangle, but her green eyes were as wild as ever and became even more so when they landed on me.