The Avengers Next

Chapter 6: Bye Bye Brooklyn

Emily pulled her bag behind her. One of those standard roller bags that she hardly ever got to use, because Miss Rogers' overly protective father wasn't overly fond of travel. Especially by plane. But travel excited Emily, maybe because it was a rare occurrence for her, she wasn't sure.

She'd been on a plane a few times, and didn't exactly find heights pleasurable, but found that she felt fine between friends and away from the window. The point wasn't flying high above the ground in a possibly dangerous hunk of metal with seats and a beverage carts, it was going somewhere new to do something daring. Emily loved that feeling.

A car pulled up in front of the Rogers home, a large SUV filled with teenagers, and driven by none other than Tony Stark. He flashed a half smile and whipped off his sunglasses to look at the captain, "Fancy seeing you, Spangles." He nodded at the soldier's daughter, "Mini Spangles." She laughed a bit. Her dad didn't, but she could tell that he was suppressing a smile. "Well, come on! Stark Industries privet jet waits for no one! Except for me, of course." Emily turned and gave her dad a quick hug.

"Be careful, okay?" He told her, stern yet gentle. The young girl almost rolled her eyes, "I'll be fine, Dad. Promise." Steve looked at her sadly, then kissed her forhead. He gave her a proud smile, "Go get 'em, kid."

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Emily took her seat in the car, all the way in the back. The car was built for seven, but there was nine in the car, meaning that she sat in the trunk with her best friend, Beth. "This is awesome," the red head noted, leaning back against the speaker. She looked up towards the front and yelled, "Dad! Turn up the music!" Stark (gladly) did so, sending music blaring throughout the car, enveloping the trunk and rattling the windows. The other kids, not as accustomed to being around eachother, looked a little shocked, but Emily just danced along with her friend. There's four words for hanging out with the Starks: Just go with it.

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Everyone piled out of the car, which was parked in front of a jet that read 'Stark Industries' across both sides. It would be a short flight, yes, but Emily was still a little nervous. She pulled her bag out of the car with slight difficulty, as it was jam-packed against everyone else's. She stared at the plane, it was much nicer than the others she'd been on. Leave it to the Starks... The blonde helped everyone else with their bags, as was her polite nature to do so. She got a thank you for everyone except Beth, who merely laughed and said, "Careful! That's expensive!"

Boarding the plane was as nice on the inside as it was out. Leather seats, and much more room than sitting among bags in a cramped trunk.

Emily took her seat, the seven other teenagers doing the same around her. Zach and Beth Stark waved to their dad. "Later, Daddy-o." Beth said with a smirk. Zach rolled his eyes, "I'll keep her out of trouble." Tony laughed, "You kids be careful. I just cleaned out this jet!" With that, he left them on their own.

The kids went on, entertaining themselves for a while. Anya was reading, as always, Emily was sketching on a napkin, so on and so forth. Then they were eventually forced to... To... Socialize! It actually wasn't that big of a deal. But, you know. Teenagers. So dramatic.

"So," Zach Stark said, making everyone look up, "What do you think we're in for?" "The beginning of a long, magnificent journey of trying desperately to not fall into the category of the forgotten by becoming totally awesome teenage super heroes." The captain's daughter noted. He smirked up at the blonde, "When did you become a philosopher, Rogers?" "Oh," Emily said simply, "You know, I read a lot of Shakespeare. And John Green."