Hello!
Sorry for the long gap of time for updating. I've had a busy schedule this past summer. Anyway, here's the next chapter. And remember; the more reviews, the sooner the updates. But I've been thinking for a little while since I saw Captain America: First Avenger, which by the way is really awesome. Do you guys think Riley should have some encounters with the Avengers? Give it some thought and lemme know.
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SHF95
Chapter Four: Scott and Sawyer
We buckled in the seats and wait for takeoff. Tony rubbed his eyes and let out another yawn. I noticed the dark circles and bags under his eyes.
"You should definitely get some sleep once we're in the air." I suggested while pulling out my sketchpad and a pencil. I flipped open to a blank page and began to draw some ideas for a possible outfit for my Night Runner persona. I thought about using a similar idea to the outfit Ezio wore in Assassin's Creed 2.
"What are you working on, Riley?" Tony asked taking a small interest at my sketchbook.
"A possible idea for a new look for my Night Runner persona," I explained.
"Ooh that's exciting." He sat up taking a great deal of interest. "So what ideas do you have?"
"I'm thinking about using a similar design to the armor the character Ezio wears in Assassin's Creed 2. Only of it being white, it's going to be black and have some silver in it."
"That sounds interesting." Tony replied.
"Attention, this is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts. We are going to take off in a few moments." The pilot spoke over the intercom.
"Would you like the morning paper, Mr. Stark?" A steward asked. He looked twenty years old. He was tall, strongly built, had brown hair and eyes, and I'll admit he looked attractive.
"Yes, please and thank you." Tony replied. The steward grabbed a copy and placed it on the table. I pulled the shade down from the window just to make sure there wouldn't be any sunlight coming in at me. "Oh and one more thing," Tony requested.
"Yes, Mr. Stark?"
"Can we pull the shades down?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Stark, I understand how difficult it is to catch some decent sleep when the sun's out."
"Thank you very much." Tony replied. The steward began to walk to the windows and pulled the shades down. He went into the other room and pulled the shades down in there too. There was a small buzz of thoughts humming in my head. I let out a sigh.
At least there's not as many people on this plane to give me a headache like in school, I silently thanked. The steward that pulled the shades down walked by and gave me a small smile and nodded.
For a girl who is sixteen, she's pretty hot looking. Ooh especially those eyes…and she smells good. Damn, she's fine, the steward's thoughts wandered off as he passed by. Okay, a little uncomforting, but then again, Edward is a little over a hundred years old. I shuddered slightly at the steward's thoughts. The hum of the jet's engines pulled me out of my thoughts and I waited patiently to get out of my seat. I sat there thinking about why I was getting the feeling that the meeting wasn't going to be a good one, but the reasons were an endless list.
The rumbling of the jet getting faster and faster helped eased my troubled thoughts and began to relax. Soon, we picked up enough speed to get into the air. Waiting for a few more seconds to be able to move around felt like hour that were extremely long. I let out an internal hallelujah chorus when the pilot announced we could move around.
"That took way too long." I muttered to Tony as we got up. He let out a chuckle.
"I agree. I noticed that the steward over there keeps looking at you, Riley." He added in a low voice.
"I noticed that, too. But don't worry, he's not my type." I replied easing Tony.
"Well that's good to hear. Besides, I think that Edward's a lot better for you than Steward-Boy over there."
"And what if he tries to talk to me?"
"Be nice and go with the flow. Or do whatever you crazy teens do these days to gently turn someone down. Now, if you kindly excuse me, I'm going to bed." He replied.
"Alright, sleep tight, Tony." I watched as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. A sudden conversation between the stewards in the other room came to my attention.
"Scott, you don't even have a chance with her. She's like what, four years younger than you? You're in college and she's in high school. She's probably already in a relationship with someone."
"Shut up, Sawyer. At least I've been in relationships before. I know how to charm the ladies. They can't resist me." The one called Scott who was staring at me earlier fired back at the other steward named Sawyer. Eesh, that's cold. "Besides, I think she's alone right now. Just watch, Sawyer." I heard Scott's pair of footsteps walk to the door that divided their lounge from mine and he pulled the door open. Before he walked in, I walked quickly taking two steps back to my seat and sat down. Scott the Steward walked in and stood before me. "Is this seat taken?"
Just go easy on him, Riley, I pep-talked myself, "No, go ahead." I smiled.
"I'm Scott." He held out a hand sitting down.
"Riley." I shook his hand. He slightly flinched at my cold touch.
"So, uh…what's a girl like you going to D.C?" He asked.
"I have to sit through a meeting in which hundreds of people will be in it and several news-TV crews are going to be broadcasting it." I replied. "What's a guy like you working as a steward when you have the brains to be in college?"
"I didn't have enough money to continue my major in engineering so I dropped out of Stanford and found a job as a steward for the Stark Industries jet."
"That's a bummer." I responded.
Ooh! She fell for my sob-sob story! His thoughts buzzed with excitement. "So….are you seeing anyone, Riley,"
"I'm not in a relationship, but there is a guy and things are a little iffy at the moment." I explained. "I could give you my number if things don't work out and they probably won't."
SCORE! Sawyer is not going to believe this!
"Alright, what's your number?" Scott asked a little too quickly and anxiously. I scribble down it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"That would be my cell and I do have text." I got up leaving him stunned. I silently sniggered with my back turned from him. Ah, men like him are sure easy to fool.
"Umm…thanks." He stammered. Play it cool and walk out of the room. Scott walked up and headed to the door. Instead of opening it, he walked right into it. I suppressed a snicker as I pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew from the mini fridge keeping the human act up. He opened the door and walked quickly inside closing it behind him. "I got her number!"
"What? No, that quickly?"
"Oh yeah, and I'll call her when she's in D.C."
"Whatever, Scott," Sawyer walked out. "Ah, hello, Miss Stark, is there anything you need? And I'm sorry about my friend." Sawyer was a very tall, thin, dark skinned man who looked the same age as Scott.
"I'm fine. And you can call me Riley. 'Miss Stark' seems too formal for someone my age."
"Okay, Riley," He replied. "I'm Sawyer Patterson. And that guy you gave your number to is Scott Ashton, but he's an ass. I'd be careful giving your number around to random guys."
I took a swig of the Mountain Dew. "Oh, believe me, I'm definitely not stupid enough to give my out to random guys."
"What number did you give him?"
"The number to Rejection Hotline," I replied. Sawyer let out a good laugh.
"That is so mean, but he deserves it. He's been a total douche around here thinking that he can score up a date with any girl. That's clever though. Where'd you learn a dirty trick like that?"
"My brother pulled it on this one woman before. I'll admit she was pretty good looking, but she acted like a whore." I explained heading back to my seat. "Feel free to join." I offered.
"I don't know if I should." Sawyer was hesitant.
"Hey, my brother and I have the highest authority on here so it's alright." I assured him.
"If you say so," He joined sitting across from me.
"So, Sawyer, what brings you to work on the jet?" I asked.
"Well, I went to Stanford for three years before I was forced to drop out."
"Money-related, I presume." I raised a brow.
"Yeah, Scott stole the whole 'Dropped out of Stanford because of not enough money' story from me. That's another reason why he's a douche. Steals bits of other people's life-story and makes it his own and trying to get himself some sympathy." He sighed with a stern expression.
"And you actually were majoring in engineering?" I asked another question. He nodded once. "So, has there been anyone?"
"There was one. Her name's Lisa Macklin. Best girl a guy could ever go out with." Sawyer smiled at the thought. An image of her flashed in my mind from his thoughts. "She was beautiful. Her smile was like looking at the stars on a clear night. She practically lit up an entire room when she laughed."
"What happened to her?"
"One evening, we got into a fight. She said that she was leaving Stanford to go back to her hometown, San Francisco, because her dad was dying and she was the only person he had left. She begged for me to come, but I told her I couldn't because I had very important exams the next day. Lisa ran out of my apartment yelling that it was over and that she never wanted to speak to me again."
"That's awful."
"That doesn't beat what happened one month later. I turned on the news one Saturday afternoon and found out that she was killed in San Francisco. Over the past few months, there has been an escalating death rate. Reports say they find bodies being drain of blood and their throats torn open. It's sick. Something out there is killing hundreds of innocent people. And it killed Lisa." He blinked frequently to stop tears from falling. I reached across the table and gave his hand a comforting squeeze.
"You won't be sad forever, Sawyer." I smiled weakly. "They're going to catch whoever did this. And I'm sure that you'll find someone out there that's like Lisa." Sawyer returned my smile with a small smile.
