Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 9

Driving up the long driveway, I reach the house. It's isolated, away from distractions and technology. Just how he liked it. Its surrounded by a field, the trees climbing high and up a small hill but a long driveway. Its a Victorian style, with a black border over the red bricks and a wooden door. I step up to the door, underneath the small separate roof. I brush my fingers on the white doorbell.

10 months ago I was knocking on this door, clutching my stab wound and Captain welcomed me in. Even though he knew all the risks and knew there were gangs of people that wanted me dead.

Pushing the key in, I twist and hear the door click unlocked. Pulling it out, I step into the house and close the door behind me. Directly in front is a set of dark wooden stairs and at the bottom of the stairs is a wooden cupboard with shelves of shoes. Above that is a mirror. Turning left, I step into the living room. There's a door on the right that leads to the kitchen. Walking straight into the living room, the leather sofa stands out in front of the tv mounted on the wall.

On the coffee table is a black leather drawing pad with a black elastic band around it. Sitting on the floor, my back leaning on the edge of this sofa, I pick up the drawing pad and pull my knees up, holding it up.

The first drawing is Stark Towers, my dad's home, the lights shown with shading and the windows with white glimmers in them. There's trees drawn in the front, with a few single leaves falling onto the path.

The next drawing is Hope, her hair showering her face and her eyes shining. There's so much detail on her face, the eyelashes pointed and a shimmer in her eyes.

*

"Its only us left." I whisper.

"Skye, i won't let them. I will fight."

"Promise me that you won't leave me alone, that you'll stay with me." I beg.

"I promise." Captain whispers.

*

"Mummy, look at me!" Hope squeals. Captain's holding his shield above his head and Hope stands on his shield, giggling.

"Be careful. We have to go now, daddy will be home soon." I explain.

"Okay. Thanks Captain!" She says, jumping off his shield and into Captain's arms. He laughs and places her on the floor, she races to me and holds my hand. Captain winks at me and throws me a box, i catch it and smile back at him. Inside is the datacard i bought off him.

"Cheers."

*

"Im like a second dad to you?" He whispers and i nod, smiling.

"I've always felt like a sort of mentor to you." He teases, a smirk spreading across his face.

*

Captain leads me through a metal door and pushes me inside. I stop abruptly. In the middle of the room is a single bed with a black duvet set. To the right is a door to the bathroom and to the left is a cupboard with shelves of books. On the wall beside the bed is a tv.

"Look." Captain orders.

He bends down and slips his hand under the bed. He pulls out Hawkeye's quiver and places it on his bed.

"Did you bring the fake ones?" Captain asks.

I throw off my backpack and pull out the fake rubber arrows. Captain takes out the real ones and replaces them.

A few minutes later, we are sat in a conference room with Banner, Thor, Black Widow and my dad. We start discussing the latest tv shows, until suddenly the door is swung open. Hakweye marches in, clutching the fake arrows in his arms. The veins stand up on his skin in anger.

"Who did this?" He bellows.

"Who did what?" I question, trying to hold my laughter.

"Replaced all my arrows with rubber ones. Was it you Stark?" He quizzes, pointing a narrow at my dad.

Me and Captain can't contain ourselves anymore. One glance at each other and we burst out laughing, gripping the leather seats. Hawkeye glares at us and we laugh harder, until tears fill our eyes.

*

Glancing up, Captain throws the bat behind him and his eyes scan me.

"These have put Zeke in a coma!" I scream at him, my hands turning into fists as I gesture angrily towards my suits.

"Skye, calm down, if you carry on you will regret it."

My eyes turn ice cold and the glass on my cars smash. None of us flinch. Im too angered to think straight. My mind buzzes, thinking of Zeke laying comatosed because of all my stupid decision and murderous inventions.

"I regret everything, Cap. I regret finding my dad. I regret making the stupid suits. I regret everything." I admit, my tears falling down my cheeks.

Captain wraps his arms around my neck and my back. I hide my face in my hands and lean against his chest.

"I have to get rid of them. I can't look at them." I whisper, the sound of my sobs filling the basement.

*
Captain moves forward in his seat and his fingers brush my cut lip, leaving me gasping.

"Did he do this?" Cap whispers, pulling his fingers away.

"No. No. I was training with Agent Ward and I lost."

"What were you arguing about?"

"My cut lip. I told him I cut it while training and he started shouting at me because he thinks I'm going to fight these gangs. Then he got angry and punched the bathroom window by my face and smashed it." I explain.

"By your face?"

"It was a few centre meters away, which makes me think he wanted to hit me."

"He wouldn't do that."

*
I kick and scream against Captain, my fists hitting his arms as he lifts me off my feet, his cheek on mine in an attempt to calm me down.

"Let me go! You lied! He's going to die because you lied!" I scream.

"Skye, we are going to save him." Captain whispers into my ear.

I stare straight at Coulson stood by the wall, Ward races to his side and asks him questions. But, he continues to glare at me with confused eyes.

"Don't tell me anymore lies. It's all your fault! You lied to me!" I shout, still kicking against Captain.

"Skye, please, calm down. This isn't helping anyone." Captain points out, holding me tighter against his body.

"I can't loose Zeke." I whisper, the tears flowing down my cheeks and onto my lips.

"Then calm down and cooperate with us to help him." Captain suggests.

Coulson takes a step forward, I notice the needle in his hand and suddenly a pinch on my neck. I groan through my teeth as my legs give way underneath me. Captain swings my legs over his arm and scoops me into his arms, my head resting on his chest and his chin against my forehead. I twist his t-shirt around my second finger, feeling the material stretch.

"Cap. Don't let them knock me out again, please. I'll be good." I mumble, listening to the words slur off my tongue.

The last I feel is Captain tightening his grip on me and kissing my cheek lightly, like a father gives his child before they fall asleep.

*
"Captain i couldn't finish the letter because you're something special to me. We have a relationship that i can't explain." I admit.

"I know what you mean. Skye, you're like a daughter to me." Captain whispers.

I lift my head to his eye level and they swim with tears. I smile weakly and he leans forward, wrapping his arms around my back. I lean against his chest, hugging him back and rest my face in his neck. Tears trickle down my face and after a minute i pull away, Captain looks at me, tears flowing down his cheek. I step onto my tiptoes and gently wipe away his pain filled tears. My heart tugs in my chest and i attempt to ignore it. Captain bows his head when i pull my hand away and he coughs.