𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⌁ 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝟐]

VII. A VISION

I stood in the living room as I slipped on a denim jacket over a white t-shirt and black jeans that I wore. Dad was getting ready to go to South Korea while I was flying back home with Dr. Banner and Nick Fury.

"Here, I packed you a sandwich in case you get hungry on the way home." Laura came walking in from the kitchen and handed me a brown paper bag. I looked down at the bag and smiled in slight surprise.

"Thank you, but it'll only take the jet a few hours to get back to the tower." I chuckled out.

"Yeah, well, you're a growing girl. Trust me, you'll need it." Laura insisted. I let out a breath through my nose and reluctantly took the bag of food.

"Thank you for everything, Laura." I softly smiled.

"It's no problem." Laura nodded her head and rubbed my shoulder before heading back to the kitchen.

"Kid, you ready?" Fury walked into the living room.

"Yeah." I gently nodded my head.

"You sure you don't wanna go with them?" Fury asked out of curiosity, referring to my Dad, Nat and Clint.

"I'm good. I was a spy, not a soldier." I answered, pursing my lips.

"So was Natasha, and she doesn't have mini earthquakes coming out of her hands." Fury remarked, which I let out a suppressed laugh at. I followed Fury out of the living room to where Dad and Mr. Stark were talking.

"You know, I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me." I heard Dad sigh as I walked behind Fury.

"I'll drop Banner and Carter off at the tower. You mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?" Fury asked as he slipped on his black blazer.

"She's all yours, apparently. What are you gonna do?" Stark curiously questioned.

"I don't know. Something dramatic, I hope." Fury quipped. But let's be honest, it's Nick Fury, is anything ever really just a joke?

Fury walked out the front door to start up the Quinjet he flew in with before Mr. Stark walked away. I stayed behind so that it was just me and Dad in the hallway.

"You stay safe, okay?" Dad instructed.

"I'm not the one going against a murder bot." I grinned and Dad let out a chuckle. "Just come back home, Dad." I urged with a gentle smile, but he remained silent for a moment. "Dad?" I creased my eyebrows a bit.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine." Dad smiled, which I could tell was a bit fake. "You should go catch up with Nick."

"Yeah, okay." I nodded my head and smiled, except the difference between me and Dad is that I actually know how to put on a fake smile.