A/N: My Facebook is having problems logging on, so I'll be updating here. If one of you ladies from the groups I post in would do me the favor of posting it there. I'd be forever thankful!
Anyways, happy readings!
I left Rogers in the cab and walked the three blocks that were left.
Three blocks later, I stood before Stark Tower or the old location of Stark Tower.
Though Tony had originally planned to sell it off to the highest bidder, Pepper and I joined forces to convince him to keep it, as a base of sorts.
The reconstruction started right after New York incident, that was a couple of months ago.
As I walked into the lobby, I could sense as he followed me. I knew being alone wasn't an option, at least not now.
After passing the security station, I quickly walked into the elevator and pressed the code needed to move.
"Good evening, Miss. Bitsy." J.A.R.V.I.S called through the speaker.
"Hello, J.A.R.V.I.S. Is in?" I asked.
"Yes, he is. So, is Miss. Potts." He replied.
The elevator was playing a Beethoven symphony as it rode up. It gave off a calm feeling.
"Where are they, in the lab?" I asked, looking down at my watch.
" I believe they're in the office, ma'am. " he replied.
"Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S. " I respond, as the elevator doors ding opened.
"No problem, ma'am."
The doors opened to reveal Tony and Pepper working on something. They looked so preoccupied that they didn't notice my arrival.
"Good evening." I say, officially announcing my arrival.
"Bella!" Pepper gasps, rushing forward to pull me into a tight hug.
"It's Marie, Peps." Tony corrects, rolling his eyes at her before walking towards us.
"Oh sorry, Marie. Oh my goodness, I heard what happened to your parents. I'm so sorry." She mutters, rubbing my back.
I feel as tears spring to my eyes. It's so difficult to think about them not being around anymore. That I'll no longer get any random phone calls to ask how I am or what I am doing.
"Oh, you poor little thing, you let it all out for Aunt Pepper and Uncle Tony." she soothes as I sob into her shirt.
It takes me a while before I can stop crying, the sobs turn to hiccups when I am finally able to stop.
"This is going to seem so insensitive but...what in the world have you done to your hair?.. and why are you wearing Rogers' sweater?" Pepper asks.
I let out a broken laugh, as I reach up to slip off the cap.
"I used the shampoo we designed." I explain, sliding off the small rubber band from my hair.
"Oh dear god, did it undo everything? Even the perm you got two and a half years ago?" She asks, running her hands through my hair.
"Yes. Though, sadly, my hair looks as if I couldn't decide what color to dye it, and used three different colors." I comment.
"We can fix that easily, tomorrow. " she says, smiling at me.
"Maybe." I allow.
"Alright, that's enough with the girl talk. We have some things to discuss, Bitsy." Tony interrupts.
"What's going on?" I ask, automatically tensing up.
"The prototype we came up with. There's a few things we're missing." He says.
"What's missing?" I ask.
"You said they sparkle in the sun. Correct?" He asked.
"Yes, they're hard like marble. Instead of blood, they secrete venom from their mouths." I supply.
"These vampires aren't like the ones we've read in books are they?" Pepper asks, amused.
"No, they aren't. They're faster than a blink of an eye, strong beyond belief, and as we mentioned before sparkle like a disco ball in the sun. All the facts from Hollywood? Lies. They don't sleep, eat food, or die as easily." Tony states, as he pulls out a small syringe.
"Blood samples?" I ask, flinching.
He nods stepping forward, before taking out a small scalpel.
"I want to take a sample from your scar too. If you don't mind." He adds.
I sigh, walking towards the large overstuffed L shaped, beige sofa. Where I proceed to pull off the oversized sweater I'm wearing and plop down, extending my arm out.
I watch as he makes his way over and sets the flasks down on the coffee table.
He makes quick work of getting two phials of blood, and scraping off some skin cells onto the flask, while Dum-E quickly snatches the phials and flask and takes them to the lab in the next room.
"How are you doing?" He asks after he wraps the bend of my elbow, and places another one on my wrist.
"Sir, the Cap is here to see you." J.A.R.V.I.S says.
"Send him up!" He calls, winking at me.
My brother is a dead man when I see him.