Chapter Four: Being Held Captive. I bet you thought it was going to be one of the Avengers who captured her. Well that was my first idea but I figure this is a better plot twist. Now enjoy and follow and review the story!
A pounding, throbbing sensation erupts in the back of my head, ripping me into consciousness. When my eyes adjust to the darkness I notice I'm inside of a small square room with metal making up all four walls. There isn't a single light source shinning through so I could really only make out shapes of objects but that's about it. The sound of heavy footsteps neared and I, using all the strength left in my body, rose to my feet, prepared to fight if necessary. LED lights flicker to life above me filling the once dark room with an eerie flicking hue of light.
The metal door before me was ripped open by a big, burly man with a black version of Dumbledore's beard. He was dressed up in a getup that would make Dora the Explorer laugh her ass off. The man ruffly grabs my shoulder and leads me down an empty hallway. No sounds were present other then outrlight breathing and the faint tapping of our feet. We took a left, then a right, and straight to a door at the end of the long narrow hallway.
The man transporting me knocks a secret code on the door and when two deep knocks sound back, he opens the door and shoves me forcefully inside. The room is a cylinder with a large wooden desk in front of me. The black leather chair spun around as a man rose to his feet and ordered me to sit. I did as told, still prepared to fight if necessary. The man was healthy and well fit with messy blond hair and a a scar extending across his left eye.
He looks me over, cold blue, distant eyes searching me. Then he starts walking back and forth around my chair. "The resemblance is uncanny" is all he says. I open my mouth to speak but stop, not knowing if I'm permitted to but the nod of his head tells me to speak.
"What resemblance, sir" I say, my tongue saying sir bitterly but the man only shakes his head with a smile on his face.
"I mean the resemblance to Tony Stark. He is your father after all, it only makes sense that you'd look similar." I pretend to not be surprised but deep down I can't understand how he figured it out. All the files and copies of my birth certificate have been blocked, locked away, and hidden. I made sure I covered all my steps so that my parentage wouldn't get out and now this, this stranger somehow knows.
"How'd you get that information?"
He smiles. "It wasn't that hard, after all your mom told my older brother and he received a copy of the birth certificate. He was the one who was suppose to gain custody of you if she ever died."
"If you could be so kind as to enlighten me on who you are, who your brother is, and what you want with me, I might be more inclined to give a damn."
"What a foul mouth you have for a child of fifteen but first, tell me your name."
"Panic, now explain cave-boy." I glared at him, tired of this banter. He seemed to sense my annoyance as he sighed and continued pacing. Finally after what seemed to be forever he starts talking.
"My name is Jedidiah, Jedidiah Stane." My gaze shoots up with the mention of his last name. "My older brother was Obadiah Stane he was-"
I cut him off. "Obadiah Stane was the head of Stark Industries during the time when Tony Stark was under twenty-one and unable to take full control of his company, he had connections with the ten rings and staged Stark's kidnapping in Afghanistan; Stane and Stark fought on the Stark Industries building but was killed when Tony had Pepper Potts overload the prototype large-scale arc reactor but his death was covered up."
"See, only a Stark would be able to dig through that much computer network to uncover the truth. Everyone else thinks that he disappeared on a private plane while on vacation but I knew it was a cover up, something you, Panic Stark, just confirmed for me. I bet you know who covered it up too, don't you?"
I didn't reply, but I did know. I knew it was S.H.I.E.L.D but I wasn't going to tell Jedidiah that.
It's bad enough that I already confirmed his suspicions of his brothers death not being an accident but I also told him how it happened and that it was covered up. The only thing that I could possibly do that is worse is tell him all the stuff I know about the Avengers. People aren't exactly suppose to know about their existence but I guess I care more because Tony is my dad and though I don't want to meet him I do like to know what's going on in his life. I mean you've got Director Nick Fury, my dad Tony Stark, AKA Iron Man, Natasha Romanoff, AKA Black Widow, Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye, Bruce Banner, AKA the Hulk, Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, and Thor, AKA Thor, the god of thunder. I'm pretty sure I got them all right, but Jedidiah hasn't a clue they exist.
He must have notice me in deep thought as he snaps his fingers in my face, drawing my attention. "Finally back from your thoughts sweetie?" he says, faking sensitivity.
"What do you want from me then, Jedidiah?"
"Whatever do you mean, what makes you think I need or want anything from you?" I glare at him waiting for his demands.
"I want you to build me a suit, like the one you dear old dad has."
I look at him, dumbfounded, I can't build an iron man suit, first of all I don't know what all I need in the first place, and I may be smart but I'm not my father.
"What?" my voice squeaks out, choked and mangled sounding.
"Build me an Iron Man suit and I'll let you go free."
"Are you insane! I can't build one of those, I haven't ever built one, I have no idea what the hell I'll need and without correct calculations, it's nearly impossible to get it right!"
"I am fully aware of that but if anyone else in this entire world could be able to build an exact replica of the Iron Man suit, it would be another Stark, meaning you. With all these factor, they have been taken into consideration so we've printed lots of screen shots of the Iron Man suit, you'll have time to look over it and gather a baseline of what you'll need. Do we have a deal?"
"We have an, 'I'll think about it and get back to you with in a day or so arrangement' alright?"
"Fine but if you do not comply with us you shall be tortured and that would be a travesty for a girl with such a pretty face, Sully please take Miss Stark back to her holding cell to consider her options!" he looks at me as we leave. I am taken back to my cell and re-locked inside for me to decide my fate. Build a suit that, if I succeed, can kill thousands or refuse and suffer the consequences Sounds like I've got a lot of thinking to do.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one is going to be interesting, which will show Panic's decision and what how she decides to handle the situation and you'll find out thing or two about Vanessa Wallace, AKA Panic's mother, nothing to crazy. Till next chapter.