Hacky Sack ~ An Avengers Story

Four - Seriously, One Stark Is Too Many

After discussing the possibilities of new powers with the two brainiacs, Tony decided it best to summon the Avengers so they could all properly be introduced to me.

So here's the thing with that,

I'm don't like people.

At all.

So for Tony to gather a room full of "Earth's Mightiest Heros" and put the spotlight on me, you can imagine how that's going to go... I tend to use my sarcasm and snide remarks as a defense mechanism and this little, situation, is going to result in every Avenger hating m- OOOHH this is how they feel about Tony isn't it? Well shi-

"Everyone!" Tony clasped his hangs together in pure excitement before clapping me on the shoulder and attempt to share the undesired spotlight with me. Oh great. "Some of you may have heard of how I've been hacked recently."

"Oh yeah, you cried about it for a solid three days." James Buchanan Barnes chuckled to himself, interrupting metal man's speech. Even if it's only for a few seconds, I'm glad to have the eyes of everyone in the room momentarily shifted from me. Jesus Christ it's freaky having so many people look at me...

"Can it Tin Can." Stark sneered as he narrowed his eyes.

"Look who's talking." I muttered to myself. Well, I thought it was quiet enough for only moi to hear, but after I heard chuckles from a few others I realized that my tone was louder than anticipated.

"She could be your daughter with that Sass!" Thor's voice boomed with a hearty chuckle. I had to restrain myself from laughing, for it would be rude - which is why I did it anyway.

"Hello? Hey! Spotlight on me. Thank you," Tony snapped, getting the precious attention back on himself, "This-" He returned his hand to my should "Is Cedar Evans; The girl that hacked my database, and the girl that hacked my heart at such a young age."

Curious eyebrows shot up in confusion. Wanda's voice was heard first, "Stark, isn't she a little young for you to b-"

"God, no stop that sentence right there before I vomit." I clutched my stomach, "That's not what he meant."

"Than what did he mean Lady Evans?" Thor asked with a voice of confusion. Getting uncomfortable under all the heavy gazes, I let my kind-of-father have the attention back which he obviously enjoyed.

"Lady Evans is my kind-of-but-not-really-daughter-but-I'm-saying-she-is-anyways-because-she's-a-badass-hacker-and-genius." Stark said all in one breath.

"I'll be sure to put that on my résumé." I definitely said it quiet enough for it to be to myself this time. No way anyone heard that one, ha! Eat shit!

"Stark, what do you mean?" Clint Barton leaned forward, intrigued by the conversation.

To save you from hearing this story for what? The second? Third time? I'll just skip right over all the dramatic retelling of my backstory that included Tony making himself sound like the greatest warrior of all time for taking me in. Yeah, fuck you too Tony.

"So what? You just kidnapped her from her home?" Clint asked, being the light of reason.

"Finally! Someone brought it up! Thank you Legolas!" I threw my arms up in exhaustion, "I had plans for the rest of today but nooooo."

"Hey! You should be glad to be in the presence of a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist such as myself. And for said genius billionaire playboy philanthropist to reclaim you as his own child." Stark defended himself.

"Mhm." I rolled my eyes. Something about him suddenly wanting to claim me as his daughter irked me. Why now does he suddenly want to claim me as his own; a conversation I'd spark later on in this story.