Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 39

I place the tray of chocolate milkshake, toast, bacon and eggs on the beside table. Lucas sits up, smiling and pulling his sleeves down over his hands.

"Morning." He says, painting on a smile.

"Good morning." I reply. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, but okay apart from that, glad to be out of hospital." Lucas admits.

"That's great." I smile.

"Miss, Captain America is at the door." Jarvis announces, his voice filling the house.

"I'll be back in a minute." I whisper, standing up.

I told Lucas he wasn't going to a house. I lied. Captain is coming to pick him up now. Lucas is going to hate me. But hopefully he'll thank me after.

Walking to the front door, Captain smiles weakly and nods his head. Dressed in the usual jeans and leather jacket, he pushes his hands into his pockets and steps into the house.

"How's he doing?" Cap asks.

"Just eating breakfast. Is this the right thing to do?" I question.

"Yes, Skye, Lucas needs help." Captain points out, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I know. I know." I mutter.

"It will be fine."

"I wish Zeke was here, he'd know how to handle this properly." I admit.

"Soon, you'll see him soon."

After twenty minutes and a mug of coffee for me and Captain. Sitting on the sofa, Captain sends me a questioning look.

"You ready?" Cap asks.

"Nope." I grumble.

"Where's his things?" He questions.

"By the door." I reply.

"I'll go get Lucas."

Captain stands up and walks up the glass stairs, I hear the door close. Standing up, I watch as Captain gently pushes Lucas down the stairs. He stands at the bottom, looking at me in anger with his fists clenched.

"You lied. You said I wasn't going." Lucas hisses.

"I'm sorry, Lucas, you need to go. You need help, sweetie, you'll thank me later." I whisper.

"I don't want to go! Please mum don't make me." Lucas shouts, then it turns to a beg. "Please don't make me."

"I'm sorry, you have to go, Lucas."

Tears begin to trickle down Lucas' pale cheeks, his begging eyes swimming with tears. They begin to prick at my eyes too.

"I can't believe that you lied to me, mum! And you aren't even taking me! You're ashamed of me, aren't you?" He questions.

"Of course not. No way am I ashamed of you. I just want you to get better." I admit.

"I'm not sick!" He screams, his voice so loud that it makes me flinch. His knuckles are red from clenching, his cheeks burning red with anger with his jaw locked.

Captain wraps his arm around Lucas' waist and drags him out of the house. I kneel on the wooden living room floor, leaning my forehead against it and letting the tears flow. I hear the car door slam and it drive off.

"This is all my fault. I should have known." I whisper against the floor.

*

A loud ringing pulls me from my dream. I wake up with a start, my head hitting the floor again. With a groan I slip my phone from my pocket and accept the call.