the Silence (a Tony Stark daughter fiction)

Chapter Three

Chapter three,

father, daughter and mother, or lack there of.

Katlyn's p.o.v

"no."

"yes, you have to."

"no way."

"yes, way your the only one!"

"over my cold. dead. body."

"if you insist."

"fine!, fuck you!"

Natasha storms out of the room, Clint turns seeing me reading but shaking my head. as though to say 'I-wonder-what-flowers-you'd-like-on-your-grave' Clint says offended I think he's dug himself a grave, what? I had to, Tony's locked himself down there for days with no explanation! I tilt my head to the side while doing so, as well as raising my brow, as if to say 'oh-yeah-you'll-be-joining-him' he says nearly shouting "quit! no I won't, you may have next to no communication skills but I heard that! I'm right!?" I nod my head as though agreeing with him, but this only annoys him, "quit agreeing with me!" I bite my inner cheek, trying to stop myself from laughing at him, he throws his arms in the air saying "do you see what I have to deal with?!" I smirk, seeing a bright blue and white light shine outside, Clint's arms drop as he says "stay here." I give him a look of 'gee-you-think?' he scoffs at me, rushing out of the room, I continue my book, ignoring the rest of the world.

I could hear the Avengers shout "what!? No!" as a man with slicked back hair, and overly dressed for comic-con walks into the room, raises a brow at me asking "and who are you, child?" he says 'child' as if it's the worst thing in the world, I could agree with him if he didn't say it to me. I sigh ignoring him, he says in a distinct accent "answer me, mortal." I scoff as if saying 'how-dare-you-me?-mortal?!' he asks "so your not?" I look up, giving him a look of 'how-stupid-are-you?' he growls. shouting "speak, you puny mortal!" I get up, walk up to him as though scared, then deck him in the face. and kicking him where the sun shouldn't shine. Storming into the kitchen, opening the fridge grabbing a Root Beer as the Asshole as I've mentally named him. says "how dare you, I am Loki, god of-" a blond man walks in saying "brother, quit your boasting, and who may you be young one?" I ignore them, taking a sip of soda smirking when Clint walks in, answering Thor's and now who've I've figured out the name of. Loki, but I don't care, my name for him is better, I'm being a bitch aren't I? "this is Katlyn, she's going to be spending a month here, and she's mute, but more accurately, she doesn't communicate directly." Thor nods, but Asshole looks beyond confused smirking he glares at me, I get up walking past them feeling the tension, knowing nothing good happened, or will happen. Sighing, I'm doing that way to much... walking into living-room I see a woman wearing armor, her long dark brown hair, fanning over it, she asks "where has Thor and Loki gone-" cutting herself off asking "that is how you speak?" I smile, turning, walking stopping turning back, facing her, she seems to realize what I'm doing, beginning to follow me, leading her to where Thor and Asshole are Loki turns asking me "so that is what you've named me? Asshole? Isn't that an insult?" Clint laughs, turning to face me saying "good girl, Katlyn, and hello Sif, I assume you came to assure that Loki make it here?" she nods, stepping out from behind me "yes, I have, she lead me here, but hasn't spoken?" Clint, nods explaining again. "Katlyn, she's mute, meaning she doesn't speak, but with her, she doesn't communicate, not directly, more though her actions." she nods seeming to understand, she turns slightly saying. "thank you, for leading me, Katlyn." I smile slightly, walking away, again hopefully this time, it'll be the last time for now. Deciding to hide out in my room...

someone knocks on my door, sighing in frustration I get up from the queen sized bed, that is way to fluffy and soft for my liking, opening the door I see Tony fiddling with things In his hands I raise a brow he asks, clearly uncomfortable. "um, I know you don't communicate which I find reticulated, but um, anyway, do you know who your father is?" I narrow my eyes, knowing he's getting to something, "because I do... I'm your father, your mother and I had a fling. and I didn't know she was pregnant, or anything, until now-" I take a step back, and slam the door in his face, glaring at it. no, no, he can't be, he isn't, just no! Turning, throwing the closest thing I could grab, the empty glass cup, I'd brought in earlier for water, it shattered ageist the wall, storming over I throw the book I'd been reading, and the pillows, ripping the covers off the bed, turning a grabbing the dower and ripping it out of it's rightful place, letting my weight drop, leaning on the bed, feel hot tears roll down my face, quickly wiping them away. Not wanting to cry knowing it's weakness but can't fight them as they keep falling, trying to close my eyes but realize it's painful. so I just let them fall on my lap and floor as a sob escapes my lips.