Chapter 7 - Welcome to Stark Mansion
We drove in silence, except for Tony giving me the occasional direction. I guess he knew when to keep his mouth shut and not to push me. Smart man.
Kitten didn't seem to impressed at first that she had to sit on Tony's lap now, I guess my hatred for the man had worn off on her, but when Tony started to scratch her behind her ear, a soft purr filled the car and she was content to stay in his lap… so long as he continued to pat her.
All too soon we pulled up into the circle drive way of the mansion and into the garage. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. Happy that I was no longer in that godforsaken car with the ass, or sad because I was back here a place that I swore I would never go back to, Stark Mansion.
Tony stepped out of the car and went to grab my bags. I pulled Kitten onto my lap and stared at her
"Remember, we're here to kill people, annoy the avengers and to make my father's life a living hell, not to make friends." I told the cat, she answered with a meow and I stepped out of the car and placed her on my shoulders again.
"Hello Miss Stark" Jarvis said. One thing of the few things I had missed about Stark Mansion was the A.I who ran the house, Jarvis. (The other things included the food and my bed) "It is good to see you again"
"Not so good to be back Jarvis" I called out "but thanks anyway and please don't call me that"
"As you wish Miss Evans." I picked up my other bag and we headed inside.
Stark Mansion was just as I remembered, huge, huge and huge.
"You can have your old room" Tony told me. I nodded in reply as we walked in the kitchen. Kitten jumped off my shoulder and onto the island in the centre of the kitchen where Romanoff and Barton sat talking and drinking coffee. Kitten walked over to them and sat in front of Barton, staring at him with her large blue eyes as she just meowed at him.
"You should feel special Barton" I said letting out a laugh "she doesn't like too many people"
"You brought a cat?" Romanoff said, staring at Kitten.
"Yep" I said leaning against the counter, Kitten rubbed up against Barton as he started to pat her, she let out a purr. "Though I'm beginning to think that she'll do anything for pats" I frowned. I walked over to the fridge and quickly scanned the insides of it before grapping an apple. I jumped onto the bench besides the fridge and took a bite. My feet hung a good foot and a half from the floor. One thing I hated about this place. All the freaking benches where tall and all the freaking cupboards where up high, when I was younger, I couldn't reach any of the cupboards or selves, I just hoped that I had grown enough that I could now reach, though sadly I doubted that I had.
"So what do you guys do all day?" I asked Romanoff and Barton "I presume you're not off saving the world all the time?" Romanoff let out a short laugh.
"Nah" Barton said "so much better at being at S.H.I.E.L.D, no god damn routine that starts the day off at 5am with a 5mile run"
"We pretty much do whatever we want" Natasha added "Banner and Stark do god knows what in the labs, Thor does his godly, kingly shit, and the rest of us just train and relax"
"Wow, no 5am runs anymore?" I said grinning "how unfortunate" I finished off the rest of my apple and chucked the core in the bin. I jumped off the table and picked up my bags.
"Well I'm off to bed" I said as I headed off towards my room "you coming Kitten?" I called out. There was the soft sound of Kittens paws landing on the floorboards as she jumped off the kitchen's island and ran after me.
"I'm surprised Lucious hasn't killed Fury yet" Barton muttered under his breath as he walked away.
"And what's with the cat?" Natasha asked. I couldn't help but let out a laugh. They had no idea.
I walked down the hall and into my room.
"Jarvis lights please" I called out and instantly the lights turned on. It was just as I remembered it.
A large circled room with white walls, a large bed was to the right of the room and just under half of the room's walls were a large, glass window that looked out over the ocean. Kitten walked into and headed straight for the bed and I closed the door.
I placed my bags down on the floor, a sudden weariness passed over me. Maybe it was the long day, combined with putting up with my father and dealing with the drunk at the bar, but I was beyond exhausted. Without caring about anything else, I slipped into the first pair of pyjamas I could find, instructed Jarvis to lock my door and turn off the lights, and just fell into bed.
"If I roll over and squish you in the middle of the night, I don't care" I murmured to Kitten. She hissed a reply, but I was already asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I sighed happily as I rolled over in the extremely comfy bed and snuggled into the blankets only to freeze. This wasn't my bed. My eyes flew open as I sat up, my eyes scanning the room. I sighed as I forced my body to relax and lay back down. I was in my over-sized bed, in my over-sized room, in the over-sized mansion that I now called home. Kitten slept soundly, curled up into a tight ball to my left. I swear, all she did was sleep.
I glanced over at the clock besides my bed, 5:38AM. Ah, so a sleep in. I laughed at myself, the sad moment when it was 5:38 in the morning and I considered it a sleep in. I thought about what to do today, since I really didn't have to do anything. If I wanted to, I could just lie in bed all day. Not that I would, let's be serious, I can't stay still for that long. I could go wake up Stark, which would be sure to annoy him seeing how he hated mornings. I dismissed that idea, not wanting to see his face and ruin my day so early. Save that for after breakfast. Maybe I could go find Rogers and see if I could train with him. No, I'm fairly sure that Banner and Barton already thought something was going on between the two of us; I didn't need them to think that Rogers and I were rendezvousing early in the morning.
So that I didn't disturb Kitten in her sleep, I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible. A soft, pale light was slowly filling the room as I stood, staring out the large window at the ocean outside. A sudden idea popped into my head. I think I know what I'm going to do today.
"Hey Jarvis" I called out to the AI as I stared out at the window at the waves crashing at the shore.
"Yes Miss Evans?" Jarvis asked.
"Does my father have any surfboards?" I asked as I tried to remember if he did, and if so where they were.
"Yes Miss. 5 in total, 1 foam board, 2 long boards, 1 gun board and 1 short board"
"What's the size of the short board and what condition is it in?" I asked, already planning my route out to the beach and pondering if I should wake Kitten up to let her know where I was going.
"The short board is 6 feet and 1 inch long, 17 inches wide and has 3 fins, and I believe that while it has not been used for some time, it is in fairly good condition"
"Tell me Jarvis" I said with a grin on my face, already getting changed "what's the waves like out there?"
Wow seven chapters already, time goes fast. Once again, thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing I love you all so much :) I'll give you a virtual cookie hey? Now I should really go and study for my history exam for monday. Yeah, word of advice, don't study history. Just don't.