Tony Stark's daughter

Chapter 18: Truth?

Word count: 1539

"Ah Brook just the kid I wanted to see." Turning around I raise my eyebrow at the person who spoke.

"Should I be concerned?" I question back which only made dad laugh while shaking his head. "You're in a cheerful mood today. Are you sure you're my dad?" I say voicing my thoughts.

"Haha very funny Brook." Rolling his eyes he spoke again. "But seriously I need your help with something."

Placing my hands on my hips I stare back. "Depends on what this something is."

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he briefly looks away before turning back to me. "I need your expertise on some wiring in the suit." He explains.

"Are my ears deseving me? The great Tony Stark wants my help on the suit?" I smirk finding it funny.

"Yeah, yeah, gloat all you want kid." He sighs rolling his eyes as I continue to laugh.

"But please?" He begs putting his hands together. "It's really fiddly and you have smaller hands then me." He adds finally admitting the reason.

"There it is." I laugh. Taking a moment to decide I nod my head. "I'll help."

"Yay."

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"You weren't wrong about this being fiddly." I comment trying to fix what he had done all while he was sat at his desk eating chocolate raisins.

"Oh I nearly forgot, it keeps-" He gets cut off by me gasping in pain. Retracting my hand from the suit I hold it close to me. "-sparking." He finishes.

Turning around and looking at him he simply shrugs before eating some more raisins. I let the pain die down before tackling the suit again. It took me some time but I soon fix it.

Wiping my hands on a cloth dad handed me I stepped back and admired my handiwork. "There you go." I smile.

Inspecting it for a moment dad smiles liking what I did. "Good job kiddo." He praises.

After helping dad clean up the workshop I bid him goodbye before making my way back to my room. Mentally going against that idea, I decide on just wondering around the compound. Without even thinking my feet take me down to the detention room.

Turning the corner my eyes flicked towards the door of Thompson's cell. Taking a deep breath I continue my walk while averting my eyes from the door as I walked past. As I walked past something caught my eye which made me stop in my tracks and slowly retrace them until I was infront of the door. Looking through the glass pane I was met with the cold eyes of Thompson staring right back at me.

Not expecting it I stumbled back. Every part of me was screaming for me to walk away but without thinking my hand reached for the door handle. Before I knew it I had opened the door. "This isn't going to end well." I think.

Closing the door behind me I reluctantly walk over to the cell. Seeing the chair Nat had previously used I sit down in it. He didn't say anything but continued to watch me. "Two can play at that game."

It seemed to drag on for a long time before he finally spoke. "I'm surprised you came down here." He paused before pointing out that none of the avengers were with me. "alone." He smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself." I sigh rolling my eyes.

"I bet they don't even know." He laughed. Lowering my gaze to the floor, I don't speak which made him stop laughing. Standing up he walks up to the glass. "They don't know." He realises, his grin widening. "Now this is interesting."