Ok, people! Here is Chapter Seven 'Bond Time part one'(Yeah, got too big and i had to divide it). Hope you like it! Again it will be in third Person mode because Tony is hard to write in first person, but i promise next chapter we're back to Sophie head. that is... if you guys want to, just review or PM me saying if you want the story to be in third person or not. if yes, I'll re-write the first chapters in third person. if not, i gonna follow my plans.
Another thing is the Pepperony thingo everyone is asking about. I said before and I'll say it again: There will be Pepperony!Romance, but for now, you guys get some Pepperony!Angst cos' they are divorcied and Sophie doesn't even know about Tony being her daddy. So keep calm (And feel the Aster...XD)
So, From now on i'll be replying reviews trough here, let's start!
Arid and Guest 2: I think I answered your question with the note above
xSerenityIsn'tAlwaystheAnswerx: Thank you for your appreciation! And Sophie says thanks too
X-PoisonCherry-X; JKWolf; Mariangeles: Thanks! Hope you like this chapter!
Guest 1: Neither does Tony!
LOL: I think the last chapters answered your questions
So, I think this is all,
Lady Santos of Midgard.(LOLOL)
Ok, people! Here is Chapter Seven 'Bond Time part one'(Yeah, got too big and i had to divide it). Hope you like it! Again it will be in third Person mode because Tony is hard to write in first person, but i promise next chapter we're back to Sophie head. that is... if you guys want to, just review or PM me saying if you want the story to be in third person or not. if yes, I'll re-write the first chapters in third person. if not, i gonna follow my plans.
Another thing is the Pepperony thingo everyone is asking about. I said before and I'll say it again: There will be Pepperony!Romance, but for now, you guys get some Pepperony!Angst cos' they are divorcied and Sophie doesn't even know about Tony being her daddy. So keep calm (And feel the Aster...XD)
So, From now on i'll be replying reviews trough here, let's start!
Arid and Guest 2: I think I answered your question with the note above
xSerenityIsn'tAlwaystheAnswerx: Thank you for your appreciation! And Sophie says thanks too
X-PoisonCherry-X; JKWolf; Mariangeles: Thanks! Hope you like this chapter!
Guest 1: Neither does Tony!
LOL: I think the last chapters answered your questions
So, I think this is all,
Lady Santos of Midgard.(LOLOL)
"What interest does SHIELD have in Sophie?" Stark asked himself, not actually expecting JARVIS or anyone else to have an answer for him.
"That, Mr. Stark, I may be able to answer for you," came an unexpected turned towards the elevator doors, from where the voice came. it was thick, old and familiar, but instead of bringing comfort, the familiarity of this voice made Tony feel on edge.
"Oh, Colonel Nicholas J. Fury. if I knew I was receiving so many people today, I would have cleaned the house, y'know," Tony said, somewhat unsurprised. To see the Director standing there, wearing the same clothes as he did when they first met and appearing not to have aged a single day was unnerving, but not unexpected. Nick Fury seemed to have a habit for showing up whenever someone said 'SHIELD'.
Fury chuckled once and, settling his hands across his back, continued,"You let two sixteen year olds into your Tower - not to mention your lab - and you know nothing about them?! I'm surprised, Mr. Stark."
"And I figured it out you know..." The inventor said, once again making his way towards his bar and to his drinks - this time a 22 year old bottle of Vodka. He bother to ask Fury if he wanted some. "He never drinks on duty", he had thought.
"Oh I know," the black one-eyed man said, smiling. "Agent Barton, please, hand me the files containing information about Sophie and Marco," he said as he turned his back.
"Clint? Still working for the crazy pirate, are we?!" Tony jested; he hadn't seen Hawkeye for a very long, long time.
He would have welcomed the reunion, except for the fact it wasn't the Barton he was hoping for.
"Here it is, sir," Black Hawk said, making his way into Tony's sight and receiving a hair-to-toe look from the inventor. Christopher wore his 'work suit'; it looked almost like Clint's clothes from the time he was hypnotized by Loki, but the belt, fingerless gloves and the SHIELD symbol on his shoulders were blood red.
"So, Black Hawk, right? I think we met yesterday during the Living Laser thing. I didn't know you also did paperwork; seems more like your mom's job, y'know, when she is not trying to murder anyone, including me..." and Stark stopped babbling, as the files were open in Fury's hands.
"Name: Marco Lopez; age: 16; birth City: Madrid; current city: New York; adopted by a Spanish couple at age six and came to New York four years later; interested in Nuclear Physics and UFC; and, as Agent Barton describes him: Oblivious, kind-hearted, easy to fool and a great friend of everyone..."
"Ok, The Spaniard is a good kid, I get it. and her, what about Sophie?" Tony tired to not sound too desperate, but he failed greatly.
"Oh, I see Anthony Stark is intrigued by something. Why is that, Mr. Stark?" Fury asked, a knowing smile on his lips.
"It's because she... I think Sophie is Hers, Fury." And Nick Fury knew exactly of who Stark was thinking of. He was talking about Pepper Potts; the inventor never said her name again after...it happened. Even the mention an allergy to strawberries was tough; thinking about his ex-wife was damn close to the hardest thing that he'd ever done, and he did it on a regular basis. Fury 'hmmm'ed and Tony took this as a motion to continue.
"She's got the right age, blue eyes, Her nose, my height, and when she was singing back in the lab, it was like I could hear Her voice singing 'Thunderstruck.'" The quick thought of Pepper singing AC/DC on a karaoke show made him grin for a second, before he grimaced and took another drink of his Vodka; the bottle was already half empty.
Stark had gone through these alcoholic habits even before he was Iron Man; maybe it started around the time Howard died. But since Pepper left him, it became the norm to see Stark drinking himself to sleep, alone at his Tower. Fury once tried to make the genius see reason and go to some psychologist or to rehabilitation, but he was talking about Tony Stark. though, there was thing Fury could clearly see: even if Tony tried to say he was angry at Pepper for leaving him, the Director knew he missed his wife, so much that Stark had never slept with any other woman since they divorced.
"Well, there are millions of girls like that, Stark. Blue eyes and brown are all over the world and maybe even on other planets! If you want so much to know who she is, ask. It doesn't hurt to have more social contact than you get calling someone to clean your house and delivering pizza"
Nick Fury turned to go, leaving both files at the bar stand and followed by - as Tony had nicknamed him - Hawkie as if the Director was his owner and he a lost puppy. "Oh, and Mr. Stark," Christopher suddenly spoke, "Ask yourself her true intentions with that suit, Kay? I would hate you and myself if something happens."
"And what are you to her, kiddo?"
"Her protector."
That sent Tony into thought, but he quickly recovered, yelling,"Wait! You never answered my first question!" But Fury and Black Hawk were already gone. Tony saw the files and went to pick them up to read, but Fury came back - with a very mischievous smirk - and collected them.
"His birthday is next week," Sophie spoke suddenly as she and Marco worked on the right boots from her suit. it probably passed 22 hours when they started, since they had to adapt everything to Sophie's size and body, and, if it weren't for Butterfingers, they could be starting the left boot. The Rock rampage also stopped for a long time, now the only sound echoing in the lab was the steady exhale of their breathing and the sandpiper.
"Who's?" Marco spanish boy had stopped working for a long time, only appreciating Sophie work and drinking some from Stark's coffee - like a good fanboy.
"Tony's birth is next friday" the brunette replied, her eyes glued in the machinery - and occasionally shouting to Butterfingers to move around. "But he doesn't throw parties for it anymore." She sighed. Marco could say she yawned, but Sophie would always deny she was sleepy, 'For the sake of the Work'.
"Heard someone say my glorious name?!" Tony smiled as he stepped into his lab/workshop/mess, surprising both teenagers; he had switched his shirt for a plain brown one and brought a strawberry milkshake.
"Oh,um, yeah. Hi," Sophie caught herself from her hilarious expression in one second. "So, is that for me, Tony?" she deactivated the sandpiper and got up from the worktable to stand before Stark's smiling face. The billionaire nodded and delivered the milkshake to her.
"Tony..." Sophie started. Stark hoped she said "i am allergic to strawberries" or something between those lines, bus instead, the words that left her lips were "How did you know i love strawberries?!"
Stark tried not show his defeated expression, so he said "I didn't. but every girl i know does..."
"Except for Her..." he added in thought.
"Sophie took the milkshake from his hand and began to drink. "What The hell?! It's horrible!" She instantly threw it towards the garbage can and retched. "It tastes like rotten eggs!"
Marco snorted. "It's a freaking strawberry milkshake and still you can't do it right! man..." the snorting turned into laughing, only stopped when the brunette punched his shoulder. Tony feigned hurt with a pained expression.
"Look, kids, you ask me about quantum theory and I'll say it backwards for you if you want, but cooking was never my thing," Tonysaid, going to sit down at the worktable, crossing his arms across his chest and inspecting their progress. "And I see you are ready for some flight lessons, girl," he remarked.
"Some What?! I-I can't just..."
"Oh you can, just a few classes and you'll be up in the air and moving as fast as the War Machine!"
Sophie looked scared by the idea, but she was undoubtedly happy. She sat back on her previous chair and turned the Sandpiper on to finish her work, yawning a third time. "Oh No, Time out, seƱorita." Marco turned all the equipment off again and looked to her mockingly. Stark stood aside, smirking at the whole situation, "Enough for today, Soph. It's past 22 and I know how grumpy you get when you don't sleep right," Marco said, attempting to convince her.
The brunette rolled her eyes at the comment. "He's right, girl," Tony added to the spanish boy's argument. "I mean, I get grumpy when I don't sleep too, but you have your whole life to waste awake for some other reason than a suit," Tony interjected, all the while grinning at the disgusted expression on the tanned boy's face.
In the end, Sophie agreed on sleeping at the Stark Tower ("You live 40 minutes away, it's raining and your mom's gonna kill me if you take a bus at this hour!" Marco, of course was behind this.). Though the Spaniard said he couldn't stay or be there next day because of a family reunion God knew where.
Tony closed the lab for the night with Sophie in his arms. She had insisted in working a bit more, but ended up passing out on her boot. He could have very well left her in one of the spare rooms, but something inside him told to let the brunette sleep in his own bedroom. He never used it, anyways.
The inventor shifted the girl on his arms to put back the blankets covering his bed - chuckling a bit as Sophie unconsciously brought her knees up to her chest and grabbed the pillow as if her life depended on it. Tony slowly removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand, and after a pause of thought, he bent down to brush a stray lock of brown hair out of her eyes. Then, he pulled the blankets over her shoulders. The lights were left on a dimmed setting, and after one last look, Tony left his room and made the way to his bar. Same old Tony.
Just then it hit the ex-playboy what he had done. "JARVIS? did you record what happened back there?"
"Yes, Sir. Do you wish to delete?" the A.I replied with an unexpected hint of sadness.
"No, No. hum... save it up on my personal folder."
"Saving complete, Sir," JARVIS said after a few seconds. "Sir, If I may, I think you are paranoid about the possibility of Miss Sophie being your daughter. If you wish to stop guessing and expose the truth, I can perform a DNA test for you."
"With what material, JARV?" His blood would be easy to find, he kept a bank of it in the infirmary, but Sophie's DNA would be harder. She hadn't cut herself, bruised herself... the only thing she actually did was drink the milkshake and plan her suit.
"JARVIS, You are a genius!" Tony exclaimed happily as he jogged back to the lab.
"Thank You, Sir, though it is due to the intelligence that was given to me by you." Stark completely ignored the possible compliment from the A.I.
"The milkshake! She drank the milkshake; her saliva is on it!" He took the milkshake-filled plastic cup from the garbage can. "JARVIS, run a DNA test; seek compatibility with my blood and the girl's saliva."
"Yes, Sir."
That was the first night in sixteen years that Anthony Stark hadn't drank enough to fall asleep on the couch.
