IRON DAUGHTER ▹ stark ✓

seven - where we shouldn't be (IRON MAN)

chapter vii.
( iron man )

yes, i'm in a bang with a gang
they've got to   catch   me
if they want   to hang
yes,   i'm back in black
back in black ─── ac/dc

kunar province, afghanistan
january 24, 2010
( eleven years later )

The ice clinks against the inside of my father's glass as the truck trudges along across the rocky terrain. "Back In Black" is blasting in my ears as I pull my legs up to get a better position for my sketchbook. It's definitely not an easy task to accurately sketch anything when the entire vehicle you are in is shaking. There's a pretty cute, maybe about seventeen year old soldier to my left and I can feel him maybe glancing at me now and then. I can't resist sending a few glances myself. Suddenly, as if he can read my thoughts, my father's elbow is bumping into mine and the graphite scratches across the white paper. I shoot a glare in his direction as he stifles a laugh. He quickly apologizes to which I shake my head at, disbelieving.

Jerkface.

Finally he lets out a long sigh, "Alright, that's enough inactivity from the rest of you. I'm gonna drive my kid insane if I don't talk to anyone else," uh, yeah, too late for that one, "I feel like you're all taking me to a court-martial. This is crazy. What did I do? I feel like you're going to pull over and snuff me. What, you're not allowed to talk?" he glances over to the cute soldier on my other side, "Hey Forrest!"

"Dad," I scold quietly.

"We can talk, Sir,"

"Oh, I see. So it's personal?"

"No, you intimidate them," a female voice says from in front of us.

Both of our heads snap in the soldier's direction.

"Good God! You're a woman! I honestly... I wouldn't have called that,"

Now it's my turn to elbow him in the arm.