a/n: another story?! what am I getting myself into?! I can't limit myself! This was my dream last night. Thought I'd write it out for ya. Read and Review.
Chapter 1:
I wheeled myself into the lobby of a huge, demeaning building.
"I'm here for someone named Fury?" I said uncertainly, at the front desk.
"Miss Tessa Adams, I presume?" The receptionist asked, standing up so she could see me over the tall counter.
"Yeah..." I muttered.
"Right this way." She said leading me to an elevator, and pressing a button for me. "They'll be someone expecting you."
I nodded. "Thanks."
"Oh, and you'll want this." She said, tossing me a badge before the doors closed, and I was left in the elevator alone, with my thoughts.
I quickly pinned the badge to my soft, blue Doctor Who tee shirt. I'm kind of a nerd like that. Science fiction movies at home, advanced chemistry classes at school, my type of thing.
The elevator doors opened to a bustling hallway full of important looking people, who all looked like they had terribly important things to do, and that they needed to get them done as quickly as possible.
"Excuse me?" I called out as I wheeled myself into the room. "I'm looking for someone named Fury."
Nobody here seemed to be able to give me the time of day.
I sighed.
"Tessa Adams?" Someone asked from behind me.
I turned my head to look at them. It was a woman, tall with short brown hair.
"Agent Maria Hill. I'll take you to Fury." She said with a smile. "This way."
She led me down a hallway. A man was shouting at someone, and seemed very upset.
"We went over this already! You WILL do it, and you WILL do it happily."
The rest of the conversation was inaudible.
Agent Hill knocked on the door of the last room in the hallway. The room where all the shouting was coming from.
"What?" The man growled from inside the room.
"Director Fury, Miss Adams has arrived." Maria informed, without opening the door.
"Let her in." Director Fury commanded.
"Good luck, Sweetheart" Maria Hill said sympathetically, and opened the door for me, than left.
I wheeled myself in the room slowly.
"Perfect timing." A scary looking black man with an eyepatch, whom assumed was Director Fury, announced. "Tony, meet your niece."
The other man in the room (the one Director Fury had been yelling at so feverishly just moments before) spun around, and I immediately recognized him as the infamous Tony Stark.
"All this time, my Dad's mysterious, hush hush, older brother was Tony Bloody Stark?" I scoffed.
"Wow. That's pleasant." Tony frowned.
"He hated you." I said in wonderment. "He wouldn't even tell me your name, and he changed his own name. What did you do to deserve that?"
"I did nothing. I was the older brother, I inherited Stark industries, your father, my brother, disowned me. He wanted nothing to do with me." Tony said simply.
"I had to get my legs cut off because we couldn't afford treatment and my own uncle is the richest man on the planet!" I screamed.
"I didn't know! Darrel told me nothing!" He defended. "I would've helped you! I know you probably won't believe me, but I would've!"
Tears ran down my face. "He could've helped me this whole time..."
At age fourteen I developed a rare form of bone cancer in both of my legs. The choices were amputations, or chemo. My parents couldn't afford the chemo, so we went with the amputations. It was incredibly hard on me. I was a ballerina, ballet was the only thing I knew. For two years I was a recluse. I never left the house. I developed depression. My dad could've prevented all this and he didn't.
Tony's face suddenly softened. "Tessa, right?" He asked.
I nodded.
"You've been through a lot lately, I shouldn't have yelled at you."
"I'm not a baby!" I hissed. "I know they're dead! I know they aren't coming back. I know I won't be able to dance again, and even though you say I'm still the same person, I'M NOT."
My parents were hit by a car two days ago. I was flown out here to New York to meet my only living relative, my uncle, whom my father had always detested.
We sat there in silence.
Fury cleared his throat. "Well, now that you've introduced yourselves, how about I tell you what happens next?"
