MARK 7
My first day at SHEILD was very tedious and frustrating. I was ordered to do combat training and I got beat up smoothly. These people should know I was a newbie! Because of my genius brain, Nick Fury wanted me working with my father in his lab. It was awkward and I really wanted to yell at my dad for leaving me. he hardly spoke with me and I had no clue where to start.
"Dad?"
"Yes?" he replied still focusing on the chemicals he was heating. I looked at him and my eyes were already flooding with tears. His hair is messy and his skin was darker. He had a beard and his glasses changed too. I wasn't sure if he was my father or not.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" My voice cracked. Why'd he leave me alone? Why didn't I go with him/ What was he doing all these years? These questions ran through my head for years and I finally got to ask them.
"You were a child," he answered looking at me. "You wouldn't have understood."
"You taught me about Newton's laws when I was 5! I've followed you everywhere just to learn about everything. I understood why people come and go. I just wanted to know why you didn't tell me. I grew up without mom, I've never seen mom! I went through my feminine childhood with knowledge of a doctor. I could fix a car that was nearly 80 years old, from scrap! And the only thing I am clueless about is: why didn't my father tell me he was going to disappear?" I ran out of breath and a few tears leaked out.
My father stood up from his chair and wiped my tears. "I couldn't risk your life. I love you too much to see my own daughter's tears fall. I would have taken you with me, but I didn't want you witnessing the real pain of the world." He pulled me into a hug and I cried into his chest. This was my dad, the only family I had left and I wasn't going to loose him again.
Months later, I've mastered combat and I got to meet someone I didn't think I would. Captain America. Yes, yes, THE Captain America. He was as the other agents said: tall, blonde, well-built, and a true soldier. As other female agents said: attractive, impeccable, and whimsical. My thoughts? All of that, but I like my men to be called 'geniuses'. Fury informed him about my combat abilities and Captain challenged me. And I was not going to loose. The captain was in the front of the helicarrier and that's where I went. Standing next to him made me feel like the smallest thing in the world. If that were even possible. 'Tch. We should ask Scott about that.'
"You're (L/N)?" Captain America asked stepping towards me.
I glanced up at him and responded, "Please, call me (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Steve Rogers." I took out my hand for him to shake. He took it and shook it lightly.
"I hear you're a very humble person and very..."
"Stubborn?"
"Well, yes. So you're the mastermind behind Iron Man's upgrades. It's captivating." The sound of 'Iron Man' triggered the name 'Tony Stark'. A name I'd thought I'd never hear again. "Shall we go to the training rooms to warm up for our challenge?"
"Let's go!"
Steve wore his suit and I wore mine. My suit was comparable to Black Widow's, but it came with a mask and was sleeveless. It was slick black with a dark gray belt to carry my gadgets. As I was lacing up my combat boots, Captain America threw his shield at me. I moved speedily to duck it and ceased lacing up my boots.
"No weapons, Captain!" I beamed at him as I stood up. He smiled back at me and threw his shield into a nearby wall. I took off my belt, tossed my guns, pulled out my knives, and took out the rest. Steve studied at how much weapons I had on me and his eyes gazed back to mine. I smirked and pulled my mask to my face. Half of my face showed and my eyes darted to the Captain's. We both stepped up to each other and stared into each other's souls. I knew he was going to be a severe opponent, but I am prepared to defeat this old man.
My fists were ready for the captain to strike first. Steve silently stood there gazing at me. I stood there bored and his fist was coming at me. My eyes were still glued to the floor and my left arm blocked it perfectly. My right arm automatically struck his stomach and it sent him flying up. 'I didn't know I was that strong.' My feet led to where he landed and Steve tried pitching me. I jumped on instinct and air-kicked his chest to the other side of the room. 'I couldn't do that before.' My body acted on its own. I was beating up Captain America. Part of me was proud, but at the same time, I was terrorized of myself.
"Cap! Use your shield!" I roared to him. "Fuck the rules! Use it!"
"Language!" he shouted back. Captain America moved to his shield and wedged it out of the wall. He then launched it swiftly at my abdomen. My body went soaring with the titanium shield. I landed beyond the room and hissed at the pain the shield caused. Steve came rushing to me and knelt down beside me. "You win, genius,"
I smiled weakly and my mind went vaguely as I uttered, "Shut up, Tony."