A/N: Here is chapter nine!
I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter, I've been out of town and unable to work on this story. And, school starts for me in about a week, which unfortunately means that I probably won't be updating very often.
Enjoy!
Chapter 9
Most of Tony's friends had gone off on some mission, leaving me and Tony 'alone' in the Compound. I highly doubted the fact that there was absolutely no one else in the entire building, but I didn't exactly care. I was perfectly happy to just do something with Tony and not have anything mess it up.
(More like: have me mess it up. Because I always do.)
Tony had his arm slung around my shoulders as we made our way to the lounge. Sophie was trailing behind us, meowing at just about everything she saw. I insisted that I could walk on my own, and very almost had Tony convinced, too, but then I had to go and mess it up. (Like always.)
And so one thing led to another, and Tony walked with hand securely fastened on my shoulder, with his arm resting behind my neck.
Yay. Not embarrassing in the slightest.
When we eventually made it to the lounge, Sophie was quick to curl up in my lap, her fluffy tail swishing around contentedly.
"So," Tony said, settling in a cushy looking arm chair to my right. "What do you wanna watch?"
I frowned. "I don't know any movies."
That caused Tony to frown, too, and I instantly started spluttering apologies. "I'm—sorry—I didn't—sorry—"
But Tony waved them off. "'s not your fault, Pete."
I sank back into the soft couch cushions, petting Sophie's fluffy coat, the tension not easing from my muscles.
"Well," Tony said, trying to remedy the situation. "you used to like Star Wars. How about we watch that?"
"Okay."
Tony said something to lady in the ceiling, and the TV at the front of the room turned on.
I tried to focus on the movie, but I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. For one thing, Sophie was restless, and kept rolling around in my lap, batting my face with her tail. It probably didn't help that I had the feeling that something horrible was about to happen. But that was a normal feeling when watching a movie, right? One gets this weird feeling in their stomach right before someone dies. Right?
I had to assume that my distress didn't show on my face, since Tony didn't seem to be worried. Or, maybe it was just 'cause he'd fallen asleep.
The movie continued to play on the screen for a good half an hour before Tony woke up. A whole half an hour where I was alone with my thoughts and attempting to watch a movie that I couldn't interest myself in.
Sophie had gotten up and left the room, and my lap felt cold in her absence. I could hear her meowing down the hall.
Tony seemed to have noticed that I wasn't focusing on the movie and how tense I still was.
"Hey, kid, relax. We're safe here," Tony said, but I didn't feel any more safe. I couldn't shake the feeling that something horrible was about to happen.
When the end credits started to roll, I realized I couldn't tell anyone the name of the main character, let alone the plot of the movie I just devoted two hours of my life to. And for some reason, that felt horribly wrong.
Suddenly, my musing was interrupted. The screen had shut off, as had all the lights in the room, hurling Tony and I into total darkness.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony called to the ceiling. There was no reply.
I picked up the sound of someone walking slowly down the hall; and then the fierce hiss of Sophie as she attempted to stop the intruder. I heard her yelp and the sound of her body hitting the ground. I bit back a whimper.
"Well, well, well," a chilling voice echoed that only I recognized. "Tony Stark. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
My body seized up. I knew who this was.
Mustache.
A/N: Ooooh, a cliffhanger! Hopefully, I won't have to leave you guys hanging for too long on this one.
I know this chapter is pretty short, but the next one will be longer, I swear. A lot of stuff is going down next time.
Until then,
I hope you enjoyed!