The Son Of The Hulk [UNDER EDIT]

Chapter 8: Explosion

[[Tony Stark P.O.V.]]

"It's his boy. I know it is. Look at his eyes. He has his eyes." I argue with my Co-Director as the two of us watch the clips back—over and over again.

"It doesn't make sense. He never wanted a kid. Why would he have had a kid?" She questions. I narrow my eyes, focusing in on the screen as I pause it. "Something tells me he didn't know he ever had one." I admit.

The door to my office slowly pushes open, a few knocks alerting me of someone's entrance. "Mr. Stark—the FBI is on the phone again." Brandy, my assistant, holds up her work cell toward me—gesturing for me to take it.

"Ugh, yuck. Tell them to leave a message." I groan, rewinding the clips once more as I study this kid. "He's so young..." I mutter under my breath, shaking my head as I turn away for a moment. I grab the vanilla folder from my desk and I open it again. "Only 25..." I mumble once more.

"Sir—this is the tenth time they've called in a row today. They said they—." Before she can finish I cut over her, my patience wearing thin as I begin to realize the urgency of this situation.

"I already know what they're calling about, Brandy. It's about Mr. Williams, here. I'm already on it. You can let them know that. That's the only information I will be sharing with them on this." I argue, my voice raising slightly. Brandy sighs, pulling the phone to her ear before prancing her high heels out of the room.

"Where do you want to go from here?" Morgan says, my beloved daughter, my Co-Director. She is always at the ready.

"You know what they'll do to him if they get to him first." I sigh, looking over at her wearily. My forehead begins to sweat. She looks down a moment, her eyes searching for something to focus on as she appears to imagine worst-case scenario.

"We keep any information we have and any information we get starting now completely to ourselves. I don't want the FBI involved. It's different this time. This boy is family." I order, raising a brow as my eyes leave hers. I drop Dawson Williams' file onto my desk, crossing my arms tightly.

"Got it. I'll do some more digging; see if we can get in contact with him as soon as possible." She says, rushing out of the room.

[[Kate P.O.V.//Days Without Incident: 12]]

"Still nothing?" I ask Emma as she groans. She balls her hands into fists, pretending to throw her phone. "Does this man ever work? His stupid assistant has put me on hold a ridiculous amount of times now. He's probably laying on some beach right now sipping freakin' margaritas." Her voice grows louder. She stomps over to the car, pulling the gas pump out of the rental as it finishes filling the tank. I sigh, crossing my arms as the wind blows my dark hair. The breezy air feels nice. I watch D inside the gas station carefully as he goes to buy a bag of chips for the road. It makes me nervous to see him in there on his own.

"This makes no sense." I whine.

"What doesn't?" Emma asks.

"This. Why did we leave Hawaii? We were secluded and out of the public eye. Why would we come back here?"

"Because Dawson can't just hide away forever, Kate. We have to find a way for him to live in society. We have to help him—not hide him."

I sigh, "I guess you're right. But I feel like it would've been smarter to hide in a secluded place at least until we figured some things out. Don't you think we kind of jumped the gun, here?"

"Maybe. But if he's home, he has more resources. We have more resources to help him. He can stay at your place if that makes you feel better. You live out in the woods. Just keep a low profile—try to, at least." She says before grabbing the door handle to get back into the car.