Stark's Angel

Chapter 7: Going Home

"I have to drive into Tulsa to pick up a few things and drop Irene off," Rose said standing up to place her dishes back into the sink. Her brown hair now hung in long curls around her soulders and she wore a pair of light blue NIKE pro spandex and a black tanktop.

"Drop Irene off where?" Angel started to ask just as Irene walked out of a room. She looked alot better after a nights rest and a shower.

"Oh I have some family that live a few miles from here. I already called and asked if I could stay there for a little while and they said it would be fine." She dropped a duffle bag by her feet and waked by Rose to pick up an apple from the bowl on the counter. "I've had enough adventure in a day to last a lifetime," she said sighing.

"Wel if your ever in New York come by Stark towers and ask for me," Angel said smiling towards Irene.

"I will," she said quietly before looking down.

"Well if you're ready then we should get going." Rose said. She then gracefully pushed her self of the counter and walked over to a key rack and grabbing one that had the label 'Jeep' written on it. She also grabbed two pairs of clear sunglasses and opened a door at the back of the greatroom. "I'll be back in an hour. Don't leave or mess with anything." she said before walking out.

"Okay, I guess I'm leaving then. It was really nice to meet you Angel, and James, don't screw up anyting." Irene laughed about her own joke and folowed Rose out the door. There was a few moments of silence before Angel finally spoke up.

"So, what do you want to do?" Angel said awkwardly.

"Want to make some breakfeast, I think there was some pancake mix in the cabinet."

"James, there is two things I cannot do. They are cleaning and cooking."

"Then how about I make them and you can look on the T.V. for any good shows," he said standing up and walking towards the stove.

Angel groaned and stood up to walk across the room. She sat on the couch and began channel surfing as she yelled the shows to James. "Pretty Little Liars, Good Luck Charlie, Spongebob, Americas Got Talent, Bones, Castle," then she stopped and smiled as she got to BBC America. "Ohhh, hey Doctor Who is playing."

"I was thinking Castle would be good."

"Too bad you asked me to choose a show. Plus it's the eleventh doctor, so it's even better."

James laughed and walked over to the couch holding out a plate of hot pancakes. "Ten is way better than Eleven, you don't know what you are talking about."

"You wish, look even Clara is there. It's the perefect team." Angel said taking the plate and paying attention to the screen. James plopped down on the couch next to Angel and leaned back as the show played. It was the episode where the Doctor and Clara were looking for the 'ghost' that was haunting a mansion. In the end it was only a time traveler in a pocket universe.

"Castle still would have been better." James said as he stood up and took the empty plate from Angel.

"No, it wouldn't of been. You are just jealous I found the best show on Earth. Thanks for the pancakes by the way." Angel grinned as she hopped of the couch and walked towards her room. Before she could wait for James to make another comment she closed the door and began getting ready. Within five minutes she wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a blue t-shirt with a picture of Captain America's shield on it. Then she laced up her combat boots and threw her bag over her shoulder before walking out of the room.

Right when she got out James laughed at the shirt and almost spit out his mouthful of coffee. "Nice shirt, for someone who's dad works with the Avengers."