Love Bug || Spiderman Fanfiction

one || "what do you think?"

The airport I was stood in was absolutely packed with people viciously pushing past me trying to get out. Many a times I had been barged past like I was invisible to everyone, but I knew that if they knew who I really was, they would be more careful with me. After all, right now I was just an awkward teenager alone in John F. Kennedy International Airport. I'd already been at the airport about an hour now, just trying to get through customs and already I felt tired and jetlagged after the 8 hour flight from London Heathrow.

My hair was tied up in a messy bun and my iPhone was tucked firmly in my back pocket as I continued to walk through the airport, dragging my four-wheeled suitcase rigidly behind me, backpack swinging on one shoulder after one of the straps had broken as one woman pushed past me to get to her suitcase only fifteen minutes beforehand. I knew I was almost there, I just had to get through a set of double doors and then I would be exposed to waiting visitors to collect their loved ones. I saw a few with signs and banners, but the person I wanted was stood near the back talking on the phone. I wouldn't have seen him but for the two stern-faced security guards stood either side of him, bringing a smile to my face.

"Uncle Tony!" he looked up with a smile as he watched me struggle with my case. He had his dark brown hair slicked back and sunglasses over his eyes, which he moved on top his head as he sent one of the security guards to help me with my case. He looked identical to dad, which wasn't such a crazy thing since they were twins. It made me smile back at him as I knew a part of my dad was still with me always, just in the shape of my American, slightly more famous, Uncle.

"How are you coping kid?" Oh god, the question everyone asks you when a member of your family has died, either that or they tell you comfortingly that they are 'there for you no matter what' despite them only being at the funeral to enjoy the free buffet at a nearby pub later on. At least, that was what happened at my dad's funeral.

My Uncle watches me duck my head slightly, and immediately begins to apologise for bringing the topic up. Of course I didn't mind him asking me, it was the go-to question that was playing on everybody's mind. But the topic was also so new and fresh, like the wound hadn't even healed yet, so it still stung when it was brought up, "It's fine Uncle Tony," I answered back calmly, "I'm just still recovering, that's all. It's just not sunk in yet."

He nods to say he understands as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and leads me out of the airport quickly, trying to dodge the camera's and paparazzi now gathered around the outside. I knew coming to America to live with my Uncle would be a culture shock in comparison to what I had experienced in England, but I didn't think I would have been hit with it the second I stepped into the country.

There was a conveniently placed car in front of us which my Uncle ordered me to get into, and I did, as he walked around to sit behind the driver next to me. As he sat in, he put a hand on my shoulder, "Katie, this is my chauffer, Harold Hogan, or as we call him, Happy."

"Well I'm also your bodyguard and friend but-"

"But mainly my chauffer," Tony cut in as he laughed to add humour to the environment, "head to the Avengers facility, Happy, I have some work I need to do."

I smiled at Happy warmly, "Nice to meet you."

Happy smiled at me as he turned around to drive, "She looks a lot like you, Mr Stark," he commented briefly, causing a small smile to appear on my face aong with my Uncle.

"I should hope so, since I am her Uncle," he replied as he received a call from his phone. He was quick to answer it, putting the phone to his ear quickly, "Tony here how can I help?..."

Like when my dad used to receive calls, I quickly zoned out, focusing my attention to the view outside my window of New York, the skyscrapers towering high over the city. I knew Happy was taking me this way to encourage me to enjoy the scenery of New York, since the new Avengers facility was outside the city, but my body almost tingled with excitement as I gazed around the buildings with metal fire escapes appearing in most alley's between buildings and many corner stores and people darting around the streets. The typical yellow cabs screamed around the streets, making me feel like I had been transported into one of the many American film's me and my dad used to binge back in our old flat in central London.