the Silence (a Tony Stark daughter fiction)

Chapter six

Chapter Six,

Lost, Pain, Distrust and sneaking out.

Katlyn's p.o.v

we sit watching the sun set he asks me. "you know that you can't post pone this? or ignore it. I don't want to die some slow painful drawn out death, and you know I already toke those pills, now I just don't want to die alone." I nod, clenching my jaw to force myself to keep from yelling at him, he sighs, laying his head in my lap, staring at the colors. he says "I love you, Katie." he watches my face, trying to gauge what I'm thinking to feeling. I just nod hoping he understands what I can't bring myself to say out loud. He smiles, turning his head back to the sun set.

Shifting his head out of my lap, I feel like screaming at him for choosing to die without me, or at the world for taking him I didn't know I just know that he's gone, he's not coming back to me and there's nothing I can do about it. Running my hand over his face to close his hazel eyes, that are now dull and drained of life I say in a whisper softly. "I love you too, goodbye Joseph." Forcing myself to get up and put one foot in front of another and walk away knowing that I should go back to the tower, that Tony and the other Avengers a most likely worried about me, but I can't bring myself to care. I just pull one foot in front of another going further away from him like he didn't save me from the world, teach me how to be better then I was the day before, give me a roof over my head. like he didn't show me what it's like to have someone care, that he didn't love me. Like I didn't save him from himself, that I didn't care for him. that I didn't wipe the blood off his hands time and time again. that I didn't love him. Because now, that's exactly what I'm doing because to the rest of the world. he doesn't exist, and now that he's gone, he doesn't to me I didn't know him, I didn't love him. And that's what hurts the most, not that he's gone from this world, but that I can't keep him in my heart or mind. because that means he did exist. I come to the corner, where I could turn and go back to the tower, or not I continue walking back to the place where this day started. to the safe house, but my phone rings, pulling it out of my pocket seeing Tony's contact, I hit decline, JARIVS says miss Stark, I highly advise ageist that, the Avengers are growing inpatient I sigh but just slide the phone back into my pocket, seeing a liquor store. a small wave of relief washes over me. I know it's wrong, but I want something to numb me. I walk across the street.

Walking into the living-room I see nearly all the Avengers standing around all of them have a look of disappointment, and Loki smirking in the corner of the room. Tony sees the bottle of Whisky in my hand that's now nearly half empty. he walk quickly over to me snatching the liquor out of my hand asking "how'd you even get liquor? And how full was this?" I just glare at him, pissed he toke my Whiskey Going to walk passed him, he grabs my wrist. going on instinct I move my hand in a circular motion around his, forcing him to let go. then ducking down, going into a low round house kick, kicking his knee that was clearly locked, dislocating it. He falls over shouting in both pain and surprise, running In to my room, slamming and locking the door breathing heavily I remember that both Mom and Joseph are dead. my throat suddenly feels like it's closing and something is weighing down my chest, like I can't breath. A hand goes to my throat hoping to rip away what ever is choking me, but finding nothing the world starts to fade and spin at the same time...

I open my eyes, finding myself on the floor, thinking I'm back at my apartment, but at the same time, remembering that I hurt Tony, and that Joseph is dead, wait, Joseph is dead... realization hits me like a ton of bricks, gasping softly curling further into myself wanting nothing more then to go back in time, and be with him, just a little longer or that this entire thing is a dream, that I never met the Avengers and I'm still with him, and mom, that I could still meet him after school, or when mom got out of control I could stay with him for a week or more. But I know that wouldn't change the fact that he was dying and couldn't afford treatment, and that even if he could it was to late. He's dead and he's not coming back, clenching my jaw to stop myself from screaming tears blur my sight, trying my hardest to keep them from falling, but my will isn't enough to stop them from rolling down the sides of my face gasping for air I start sobbing wanting more then anything to have him walk though the door and tell me that it's all just a nightmare, and that I shouldn't drink before bed. But then I remind myself that to the rest of the world, he didn't exist, and he shouldn't to me ether. he liked being invisible, and if I say something then his wishes aren't kept and then the whole underground homeless system will be shown and then who knows what. The door opens showing Steve with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, I don't react just continue to stare at the ceiling he sighs asking "hangover?" I don't respond. He says "I'm going to leave the food here if you get hungry." he sets the plate of food on the dresser and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts, which is the worst thing to do for me at the moment. I say "JARVIS?"