"So," I took a sip of my coffee then looked over at the guy that I ran into. "Loki, is this your first time in New York City?" He looked at me and nodded his head before speaking. "Yes, yes it is. Its very different from where I come from. The size is the same but the culture is not." I smiled weakly looking at him. He picked up his cup of tea and took a drink.
"Do you live around here, Tarah?" I smirked and pointed behind him. "I live there," He give me a confused look then turned in his seat. "That's Stark Tower. My father is Tony Stark." Loki turned back around with wide eyes then a tiny smile appeared. "Then that means he's the man they call Ironman as well?"
"Yep, that's right.." I tried to hide my frown as I looked at my coffee but I guess Loki noticed anyway."What is it, Tarah." He said moving his hand on top of mine. I blushed softly then looked up at him. He looked back at me with a small worried look on his face. After staring at him for a second longer, I realized that he was the first person, other than Darcy, that would want to listen to me.
"Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad as himself and as Ironman but sometime.." "Sometimes it feels like the world forgot about you." Loki said finishing the sentence. I shook my head, a little taken back. "I guess you know the feeling?" Loki nodded his head and sighed. "Yes I do but its not with my father its with my," His eyes darken. "My brother." I moved my hand top of his as I started to speak. "We're the same. More or less but still."
He calmed down and a tiny smile ran over his lips. Just before he could speak, a car honked at us. "Tarah! Your needed ASAP. Get in!" Happy yelled out the window on a 2012 Mustang. I stood up and looked at Loki. "I'm sorry. I have to go and save the world." Loki chuckled but nodded his head. He kissed my hand again and softly said "I will see you again very soon." I smiled and jumped in back seat before Happy speeded off.
"Who was that, Tar?" Happy asked looking back at me in the mirror. "His name is Loki. I ran into him at the park." "He an old friend?" I shook my head, "No. I just met him" Happy blinked then looked at the road. "Tarah, do you even know his last name?" I could hear the worry in Happy's voice. I sighed shaking my head no. "I don't understand why you don't ask my Dad these Questions when he bring random women home.." "Well that is because hes older and you're like what...nineteen? Plus your Dad hasn't done that in two years." I rolled my eyes as he said that. Older people bug me so.
I realized that I wasn't heading home. I sat up and poked Happy's cheek. "Hey. Where are we even going?" Happy chuckled and threw a bag into the back. "Your Dad made that for you last night. Its fire proof so when you 'Blaze out' you don't lose your shirt and pants in the process." I looked the bag and smiled as I picked up the long sleeved shirt. It was black from the neck down to the bust. Then from the bust it was red. Happy pushed the button that made the black window separated us. I changed into the new shirt as we pulled up.
Opening the door, I looked around at the little airport. I stood there for a minute and waited for Happy to get out of the car. "Woah there!" I pointed at Happy as he stood. "If this little plane ride is going to D.C.. I will kill yo-" "Ms. Stark" I turned fast to see Agent Coulson standing by a very attractive man. He was tall, nicely built and had short dirty blonde hair. Hell, he was every woman's fantasy. And there was I, looking like an idiot, pointing at my bodyguard. Just perfect. I slowly lowered my arm and smiled. "Um hello there." Agent Coulson just smiled and pointed at me. "And this is Blaze or Tarah Stark. She is a pyrokineticist." The man just nodded his head and held out his hand. "I'm Steve Rogers, ma'am." 'Ma'am? God I feel old.' I thought as I took his hand, shaking it.
I said my 'goodbyes' to Happy and climbed on to the little plane. An hour on the plane passed and I started to realize why I knew pretty boy's name. My dad told me stories when I was younger about my grandfather and Captain America. And Captain America name was...Steve Rogers! "Oh My Jeez! Your Captain America!" Steve just stared at me then smiled. Agent Coulson chuckled before speaking, "I was waitting for you to realize who he was." I looked at them both. " I heard that my grandfather would never shut up about you." Steve raised an eyebrow at me. "No! No! I mean..uh that's how my dad said it to me." I said waving my hands in front of me. He chuckled and stood up. Eh at least he didn't punch me.
After the plane landed, some S.H.I.E.L.D. members escorted me to my room. I sat my bag down and looked around the room. It was very dull. The color of the room was this gray color that I didn't even like and gray is one of my favorite colors! I sighed walking out of the dull room and down the glass covered walkway. Humming a tune I walked down the hall till I heard some talking coming from a lab. The true Stark in me started to come out as I walked into the lab. "Wow this place is amazing!" I sorta yelled standing in the doorway. A woman with short red hair smirked and walked over to me. "Tarah, you haven't changed a bit." I looked at her trying to think why is she so familiar..I mean I don't think I kno- Wait.
"Nattie?" "Oh! So you do remember me." She chuckled throwing her arms around me, hugging me. I hugged her back and she started to tell me about why me and my dad was called in by the S.H.I.E.L.D.. After about 30 minutes listening to her talk, I finally had to ask. "So who took Clint? Do we know their whereabouts?" Nat just shook her and frowned, "I know the name of the guy that took him but their whereabouts are unknown. The guys name is Lo-" just before she said the name that took Clint, Steve walked in wrapped up in the American flag. "Agent Romanoff.. Ms. Stark. Time to go." I looked at Nat then we bolted from our chairs and to the hanger.