Sophia Holmes and the Duplicate Man (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter Three - Civil War Part II

Peter wakes me up early when he turns the kitchen light on at five in the morning. After some persuasion from me, he finally let me take the sofa in the living area so he could keep his room, and now looks guiltily over as I raise my head from the pillow.

"Sorry, it's just Mr Stark said he'd send someone to pick us up at six."

I nod, sitting up and getting to my feet. "Okay, thanks." Stretching, I make my way over to the bathroom, stopping to dig out my contacts on my way. 

We're both sat waiting when the bell rings outside, but Peter jumps up just a second before it's pressed. Add 'auditory enhancement' to his list of powers. 

"Happy?" I ask, peering around Peter to see the largely built man stood in the doorway.

"Morning, Miss Holmes," Happy replies, already looking stressed. "Are you both ready? The jet's taking off in half an hour."

"Wait, you know each other?" Peter asks as he goes back inside to grab his suitcase.

"We met briefly last year," I answer, wheeling mine across the living room to the door. 

"Yeah, I'm Happy Hogan," he says, disinterestedly addressing Peter. "I'm Mr Stark's head of security."

"Nice to meet you," Peter says, but apparently the feeling isn't mutual is Happy is already halfway down the corridor.

Downstairs, we load our cases into the back of a black limousine which Peter spends half a minute gaping at before we eventually get in and Happy pulls away. As we reach the highway, Peter takes out a video recorder and points it out at the New York skyline.

"New York. Queens," he says, in a deep, gravelly voice as he starts to record. "It's a rough borough, but hey, it's home."

"Who are you talking to?" Happy says, looking up into the rear-view mirror. Peter quickly turns to him, bringing the camera with him.

"No one," he says, resuming his normal voice. "Just making a little video of the trip."

"You know you can't show it to anyone."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then why are you narrating in that voice?"

"Uh...because it's fun?"

"Fun?" Happy repeats, apparently thinking the whole situation is the opposite of 'fun'.

I turn to Peter and give him a look of amusement as Happy puts his sunglasses on. 

"So, uh, why do they call you 'Happy'?" 

I chuckle as the partition between us and Happy rises. Fifteen minutes in and Happy has already had enough of this little labrador-child

"I don't think he likes babysitting us," I say with a smile and Peter turns the camera onto me. 

"Woah look at that!" he says, going back to narrating his video. "It's Sophia freaking Holmes! One of the original Avengers!"

"Okay spidey, that's enough," I say, turning his camera back to the window but unable to stop myself smiling as I lean back in my seat. 

I peer out the window as the car starts to slow and see that we're entering the airport. A guard raises the barrier for us at a brief glance and we drive through onto the airfield. 

A solitary private jet stands with the steps down and for a moment a get a feeling of deja vu from the time I caused a national disaster by stopping the flight of the dead from going ahead due to a stupid attempt to try and please mum. It's funny how inconsequential that seems now I'm about to fight for the Avengers to stay together.