Chapter 2
Brooks POV:
"I just wanted to ask for an autograph from Mr.Stark, my friends birthday is coming up and she's a big fan."
Black Widow didn't look as if she was believing me, but I refused to be intimidated. I faced way more dangerous demons than a few overhyped idiots who thought they were heroes.
"An autograph ?"
"Yeah. I even tripped a letter as if it's from him, here... I just need a signature at the end that's it." I said, holding the paper in Starks direction.
Tony Stark. Iron man. God I hate this man. Let's be real nobody should be this rich. And he thinks he's so great even though the only thing he does is destroying other people lives. He looked at the paper in my hand and then at me. Our gaze locked and I knew he recognized me. Looking at the paper and back at him again, challenging him not to take it. I knew that he didn't like being handed things. I saw how he was debating wether he should take it or not. Finally snatching the paper from my hand he looked away from me. The other avengers looked surprised that he took it. I payed them no mind, completely focused on Stark. He was about sign, when he stopped right in his track, with the hand hovering above the paper. Suddenly somebody spoke up, I think it was Hawkeye ?
"So you're a fan huh ? Shame that kids these days still think Iron man is worth an autograph."
"No need to be jealous Birdsbrain. Kids have taste."
This was the first time I heard him speak in real life in years.
"No. Like I said it's for my friend. I'm definitely not a fan. Look if your not going to sign I can go ok ? I have more important things to do than to wait till you put your damn signature down, if it's going to take years." I told him in the most cold voice I could muster. He still wasn't signing that damn thing. The longer he had it, the more suspicious he would get. And I couldn't allow it. Snatching the paper back from him I turned around and tried to go, when I felt an arm holding me back.
"Brooklyn." he said firmly. The Avengers were now even more surprised that he knew my name. "Your coming with me. We're going to talk at the tower."
"I wouldn't know what we have to talk about Mr.Stark." I said through gritted teeth.
"You know exactly what we have to talk about. No discussion and if you try to run, remember all of the Avengers are here and would catch you immediately. You're coming with me now."
Squinting my eyes at him I thought about it. He was, right if the Avengers tried to stop me, I wouldn't get far.
"Fine. But remember this is basically kidnapping."
Stark just rolled his eyes and started walking to the tower. The rest of us following him. The Avengers right behind me. Since we were just in front of the tower it took all of us only a couple minutes till we were standing inside his penthouse. After getting out of the elevator Stark immediately went to the bar and poured whiskey into a glass. I immediately tensed up. God I hate alcohol. The rest of this group of idiots scattered around the wide living area, some on the couch some just leaning against a wall. I noticed how the boy was looking at me with big eyes. Seriously did none of those spies taught him how to look at somebody a little bit less obvious ?! After Stark took a sip of the whiskey he looked at me for what felt like an eternity.
"So Brooklyn. Care to explain what that whole show was about ? Because we both know that you didn't want me to sign a birthday letter for your friend, so my question is, why you wanted my signature."
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about Mr.Stark." I answered him. I kept my expressions completely under control. It wasn't that hard, since I didn't feel anything when it came to him. Nothing. He was nothing to me. Nada. Niente.
"Cut the bullshit Brooklyn. I want the truth now or I'm going to call your mother. I'm highly doubting that she knows where you are."
"Hold up! Mother ? How the fuck yo you know her mother ? Who is that girl ?" Sam Wilson asked.
In the most typical, patriotic way Captain America interjected with his "Language" shout. God as if I was watching a real life PSA.
"Oh shut it Rogers. You want to know what's going on here, as much as the rest of us."
"Well yeah, but it doesn't mean we need to use such a language."
"Guys can we please wait until I got my answers ? Brooklyn."
"What ? Your gonna call my mum ? You don't even have her number, so stop talking bullshit."
"You really think I wouldn't find a way to get it. With having access to the best technology in the world and having amazing hacking skills ?"
And here is the ego again. But he can't call mum. If mum picks up and comes here it's going to end bad. That is of course if she would even bother with that. "Fine. I want to get emancipated. Unfortunately for children who are not in foster care it is required to have the agreement of both parents. It can be provided in form of a signature at the end of emancipation form. It wasn't that hard to get mums. With yours it was a bit trickier. I thought if I could get your signature on a contract paper I could fake it realistically . That's what the letter was for. Clearly it didn't work out." I explained to him as if I was recitating some boring poem for school. Everybody in the room looked pretty stunned after my explanation, while I looked probably completely bored. Then Colonel Rhodes spoke up.
"Wait if you needed his signature, does that mean, t-that he, that he i-is..."
"My father yes. I mean only biologically speaking." I cut in. A heavy silence fell upon the room then. The Avengers still processing the fact that Tony Stark has a daughter.
"Emancipation ? Why would you need to get emancipated ?" Stark asked me.
If I wouldn't know any better I would almost think he looks sad at the prospect of me willingly choosing to live alone without a family. As if I didn't take care of myself my whole life. But now I'm at least old enough to get free of my old life.
"None of your business. Now that you know of it you can sign the original forms I have it with me. Wait a sec... Here."
"Why should I sign that shit ?!"
"Why not ? It's not like you ever cared about me before. With the emancipation I would be officially out of your hair and not a risk of becoming a problem. It would be a win-win. Soooo could you sign it now ? I really have things to do, you know that was serious."