A/N: They say that in most aspects, change is a good thing. And at times can make a bad situation better. This is what I had in mind when I wrote this installment right here. With so much bad karma going around in the main plot of 'Carrie' I was fully intent on making changes here and there to ensure that Carrie could develop so much better as a character and come out of her shell more as time progresses.
Granted, there might be a few jumps that seem a bit forced or sped up, but considering how most people and relationships can develop sporadically in real life a bit of reality can be introduced at the right time. And in the end, I think it all worked out.
(I own nothing)
The rain had picked up heavily by the time the lamborgini turned down the road that led to Carrie's house. Water pelting the sports car as it cruised down the road, the wipers keeping visibility clear.
But despite the whether, Carrie was still on cloud nine. She'd been asked to prom, and by someone who liked her for who she is. Nothing could get her spirits down.
Until they drew closer to her home and she saw her mother's car sitting in the driveway. "STOP!" she screamed in panic and terror.
Nathan jumped and slammed on the breaks, the tires squealing as it came to an abrupt halt. "What?! What is it?!" he demanded as his eyes shot left and right incase he almost hit something.
"M-Mama's home early! She's wasn't supposed to leave work for another two hours." said the girl who was now breathing rapidly, eyes darting from window to window to make sure that the woman inside didn't see their approach.
"Carrie, relax." said the young hero trying to calm her. "So she's home a little earlier, that's no reason to flip."
The telekinetic looked at him with frantic eyes, "You don't understand! She-" she stopped herself, biting her lip as she clenched her eyes shut. Doing her best to calm her mind while her companion sat looking at her worried.
"Carrie, are you going to be okay?" he asked wanting to help in anyway he could. "Why are you so scared of your mom finding out about what we've been doing? "
Carrie shifted uncomfortably, "She...just doesn't want me being around boys. She believes that I will end up having sex with them and sinning. She's so deep in her belief that she goes overboard too much."
Nathan tilted his head, "Well, I could go and talk to her if you want. Straighten everything out so that-"
"No!" the girl snapped before calming herself down again. "No, it's alright. It'll be easier coming from me, I was planning on telling her about...about us. I guess I'll just have to do it sooner than I thought." she lamented with a deep sigh.
"You sure?" asked the hero not sounding too convinced. Carrie nodded at him with a small smile as she pulled on her sweater and collected her school bag. "Wait." she looked back up at him as he dug through his pocket and pulled out a small device half the size of a credit card. It was about a quarter of an inch thick and was black in color with a single blue circle in the middle of it.
Handing her the device, he started to explain, "This is a tracking device, for emergencies. If you ever need me, for whatever purpose, just press the button in the middle and I'll be there." he stated seriously. He didn't feel comfortable sending her into the house alone. The way she kept avoiding anything regarding her home life gave him a good idea of what may have gone there.
And her skittishness in the last couple of minutes proved him right. Even though he wanted to help in anyway that he could, going in with her would have done more harm than good.
Taking the device, Carrie slipped it into her backpack. Giving him one last smile before getting out of the car and running through the rain toward the front door of the house. Nathan watched her go to make sure that she was safely inside before driving off.
He'd have Jarvis keep a close eye out for the tracker when he got back to the hotel and alert him immediately if it went off, just incase.
X
Carrie entered the house and was almost immediately confronted by her mother who looked frantic beyond anything she had ever seen before. "Where have you been?!" she demanded as she checked her daughter over for injury. "Do you have any idea how worried I was!? Being off to only the lord knows where, what were you doing child?!"
Margaret shook her head, mumbling to herself as she took her daughter's school bag and set it aside. "You're supper's cold, I'll have to heat it up." she said still in full frenzy. "Are you even aware-" Margaret saw what her daughter had been wearing when Carrie removed her sweater and gasped. "You're immodest...I didn't know where you were-" she said horrified.
"No mama," Carrie said cutting her off as she followed the older woman to the kitchen, "I took a bus to main street and was looking for things for a new dress." she said trying to defuse the situation fast.
"You know you are only to go from home, to school and back. Nowhere else." Margaret snapped as she bustled about the kitchen to try and reheat dinner.
The telekinetic shook her head, "Mama, before you say anything else...I've been asked to prom!" she blurted out causing her mother to slow down as lightening flashed outside the windows. "Nathan Stark asked me to prom." she pushed on.
Margaret froze, face turning pale as she faced away from her child. "Oh God...why..." she whispered as she tried to find the words to speak.
"You're wrong about him, mama." Carrie continued, "He's a nice boy. He listens to me and makes me smile, he protected me when the other girls pick on me. He's amazing, mama."
"No, no, no, no, no..." her mother said shaking her head back and forth as she turned to her. "You're falling under his spell, child. Men like him cannot be trusted. How could you think that-"
"We've been seeing each other outside of school for the last week." said Carrie making the woman pause. "And I've already accepted when he asked me to Prom." she stepped closer to her mother, "I know this scares you, it scares me too. But he makes me happy, mama. The other kids, they've always thought I was weird. I don't wanna be. Nathan makes me feel normal, makes me feel whole."
A tense silence flowed through the kitchen, thunder could be heard rumbling somewhere outside as the two stood there staring at one another. Margaret smiled at her daughter, reaching out with both hands to hold her face, thumbs running across her cheeks getting a smile from her in return.
"...He'll hurt you." said the older woman making the smile vanish from Carrie's face.
"No Mama! There are bad people, but not Nathan! He helps people, he's good! You'll like him if you just give him a chance!" the girl pleaded as she backed away.
"Boys...Boys have the blood. They come sniffing and slobbering like dogs..." Margaret continued, Carrie shook her head and started walking away not wanting to hear what was being said.
"Stop it, mama!" she exclaimed, but her mother persued and kept speaking.
"He's going to sniff at you, paw at you. He's going to find where that blood smell comes from. He's going to take you, Carrie. Out in his car in the woods where the roadhouses are and the whisky."
Carrie spun around, "Stop it! Stop being so crazy!" she demanded. But Margaret continued ranting and raving, grabbing her daughter's arms attempting to get her to see.
"You tell that boy you're not going." said the woman seriously. "We'll move from here. We'll never stop moving." she started backing Carrie out of the living room where they had been standing, the girl shaking her head. "You're going to your closet, and your going to pray. Pray for forgiveness for allowing that false shepard to poison your mind and soul. Allowing the demon spawn of one of the horsemen to charm you into becoming one of his thralls. Go to your closet!"
"NO! NEVER AGAIN MAMA!" Carrie screamed. All of the furniture in the room suddenly launched into the air and hovered several feet above the floor, the lights flickering from the sudden burst of telekinetic energy while Margaret screeched and dropped to her knees in terror before everything dropped back down in place again.
The house creaked around them, neither making a move or sound as they stared at one another. Carrie, who was shocked at her sudden loss of control. And Margaret who managed to slowly put her hands together and silently started praying.
"M-Mama...stand up." said the girl, trying to keep her voice from shaking. When her mother didn't do anything she slowly raised her hand and brought the woman into the air with her powers. The older woman yelping as she dangled a foot from the ground by the unseen force.
"Mama, I'm going." Carrie said with a bit more strength as she held her mother in the air. "Nathan is special to me, and I want to be happy."
Margaret glared hatefully at her daughter, teeth gritted as she tried to fight against whatever was holding her. "Witch." she spat making the girl flinch.
"I'm not a witch, mama. There are no witches." the telekinetic tried to explain.
"God help me, the devil's got her now..." the older woman began praying, ignoring the words spoken to her.
"It's not the Devil, mama!" Carrie exclaimed. "There are other people out there in the world like me, people with special gifts. It's inherited, passed down. It skipped a generation, past you...or maybe it came from daddy."
Her words went unheard, Margaret kept praying outloud until she locked eyes with her child. "That man gave me a cancer...I thought you were a cancer-" she yelped again when Carrie used her other hand to help raise her a little higher.
"That's awful!" the girl cried with tears in her eyes. "How could you say that about me?! What did I ever do to deserve you treating me this way?! Why would you hate your own daughter?!"
Another tense silence followed, but what Margaret White said next shattered it all.
"Your no child of mine." she hissed. "Could have killed you, should have killed you when you were born. I knew you were a curse, a pawn that would be controlled by the dark one. Nothing more than a whore who follows his deciples. Lord, forgive me for my past foolishness...I was weak..."
Carrie felt as though someone had stabbed her heart when she heard the words. "W-What is wrong with you, mama?" she asked, her hands shaking as her concentration started to faulter. "You're...You're a monster..."
Dropping her hands, her power stopped causing Margaret to fall to the floor where she laid face down sobbing loudly. But the telekinetic didn't pay any attention to it as she ran from the room and up the stairs. Grabbing her backpack along the way as he went to her room and slammed the door.
Clutching the bag to her chest, she slid to the floor while leaning against the door as she started crying. Her own mother had admitted to wanting to kill her when she was born. An innocent child. And believed she was helping God by doing it.
Then there was the years of constant abuse. Pain brought on simply because she wanted to be normal like everyone else and was forced to grow up with beliefs and ideals that she just couldn't seem to live up to. Forced into a closet and told to pray when she did something her mother concidered wrong or immoral.
The woman downstairs, she wasn't a mother. A mother loves, protects and cherishes their children like no other. Margaret White did none of those things in her entire life, treating her only child like a cancer that needed to be controlled and beaten into submission. It had just taken her so long to finally realize the truth of it all.
Sniffing loudly, Carrie heard a soft clatter on the floor beside her and looked to see the small device Nathan had given her when he dropped her off. She blinked once, then a thought popped into her head that brought her into focus.
Grabbing the device, she moved around her room and started collecting what little she had. Spare clothes, personal items, books, cramming everything she could into her school bag and zipping it up. Dawning another sweater before pulling the bag over her shoulders as she went to the window and opened it.
The rain was still coming down, but she paid it no mind as she climbed out onto the small roof outside her window. Taking gentle steps toward the edge and looking down into the side yard before taking a deep breath and stepping off.
She felt her powers hum within her body as she concentrated, her descent slowed to a crawl as she gently lowered herself to the grass below. The water coming down already soaking her hair and clothing as she looked back up at her open window.
"Goodbye, mama. Your witch of a daughter won't poison your life anymore." she said lowly before running off into the night.
Moments later, Margaret came through the door to her daughter's bedroom. Butcher knife held behind her back as she looked for the girl and found her gone.
When she saw the open window, she dropped the sharp utensil in her hand and ran toward it. Sticking her head out and looking around, finding no sign of her anywhere. "CARRIE!" she screamed, her outcry fading into the night.
But her child would never hear it.
X
Nathan's eyes were locked on the screen before him as he read the readouts that were displayed on his terminal. In the center of the table beside him sat the arc reactor from his armor with a few wires attached to it. The feeds from the wires going directly to his terminal as he ran the diagnostic check on the power source.
"Everything looks good." he thought as he checked over a few more things. Filing some data for later as he brought up the blueprints of a standard mini-arc reactor on screen. "Now, if I can only make it smaller..."
A beeping came from the screen to his left making his head snap in that direction. "Nathan, the tracking device you've gave Ms. White has been activated." said Jarvis through the terminal's speakers.
Nathan was in action immediately, bringing up a map of the town on the main screen as it started searching for her. "Where is she, Jarvis?" he asked, trying to keep the slight panic out off his voice as he wondered what could have happened to her.
The process took four seconds when a red dot appeared on the map. The Stark heir blinked as he ran the scan a second time. "Uh, Jarvis? Is this right?" he asked wanting to be completely sure.
"The frequency is a 100% match to the device you gave Ms. White. She is currently 50 feet below your current location and seven feet to your left." replied the A.I.
Standing up, the young hero left the room quickly. Barely locking the door on his way out as he ran to the elevator and rode it down to the bottom of the hotel. Stepping out into the hallway minutes later and heading into the lobby where he scanned the room.
The person that ran the desk most likely being on break, leaving the entire main entrance to the building vacant. Save for a small figure sitting in one of the chairs, drenched from head to toe and shaking while they clutched a small black device in their hand.
"Carrie?" Nathan asked loud enough to be heard. The figure poked their head up, familiar green eyes looking at him from behind soaked strawberry-blonde hair. He was across the room in seconds as he dropped down infront of her. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" he asked, firing off one question after another deeply concerned.
Carrie's eyes were red, tears bleeding into the water dripping down her face as she shivered from the slight cold. She hiccuped once before launching forward and burying her head into the crook of his neck. Sobbing loudly as she clutched on to him like a lifeline.
Shocked for a brief moment, the Stark heir wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as her shoulders shook. Her tears and her water-logged clothes dampening his own but he couldn't care less as he held the crying girl. "Shhh, it's okay. I got you." he whispered as she continued to cry into his shoulder. Allowing her all the time she needed as they sat on the floor with the sound of rain hitting the nearby windows filling the void.
X
It took a little time before Nathan was able to calm her down enough to get her to tell him what at happened. When she was finished, he had to bottle his anger in order to take care of Carrie who was emotionally and physically drained.
After her ordeal at home with her mother she had walked a long ways to a bus stop before getting transportation to the hotel. Now shivering from the cold with her wet clothes clinging to her.
Bringing the girl up to his suite, he had her take a warm shower to help overcome the cold. Laying out a fluffy robe from the hotel for her that was dry on the sink in the bathroom before laying her wet clothes on the heater. Sitting in the chair he was in before when everything was done as he thought about the sudden turn of events.
How the hell could someone say and do such things to their only child? Granted, you hear about it in the news all the time all over the place but you never expect to see evidence of it in person.
What Margaret White had been doing to Carrie all these years was monsterous. It was one thing to try and teach your children about your beliefs, it was another to brutally try and indoctrinate them toward the same way of thinking. He may not have been religious, but he knew full well that God would greatly frown upon what the woman had been doing to her child.
Adding to what was happening to Carrie at school on top of that...the girl's life was far worse off than he could ever believe.
"How could anyone endure this much and still stay the way they are?" Nathan thought, rubbing his face and running his hands through his hair. "I'm glad she's still as sweet and innocent as she is, but someone like her doesn't deserve any of that. To be told by her mother that she wanted her dead from the beginning, what kind of messed up, nut-job is this woman?"
Taking a deep breath before looking at his terminal screen before him, the young Stark brushed all of the data displayed aside before bringing up a new window. Something like this needed to be dealt with fast and affectively if anything good was going to come out of it. He needed to get ahold of the right people and plot out the best way to accomplish things.
It took him only a few minutes to find everything he needed and send a couple of messages when he heard the shower switch off. Looking toward the bathroom, he closed down the window he'd been using and brought the diagnostic data for his suit's arc reactor back to the front just as the door opened.
Carrie stepped out into the room, drying her hair with a towel looking a bit better than she had when she had got there. "Hay," said Nathan standing from his chair and approaching her. "How are you feeling?"
The girl smiled a little, "I'm...I'm okay. Sorry for just coming here out of the blue, I just didn't have anywhere else to turn."
"Don't ever be sorry, Carrie." said the hero bringing her into another hug. "I told you I'd be there for you when you needed me and I meant it. Don't hesitate to ask for anything."
His words calmed her, all of the trouble she had been facing hours earlier seemed to fade away as she pressed her face to the base of Nathan's neck. "Thank you." she mumbled into his chest. Feeling warm and safe in his arms as he held her.
The Stark heir smiled as he tightened his grip a little more, the faint smell of lily's emitting from Carrie's still damp hair passing by his nose relaxing him along with the feel of her warm frame pressed against his.
They stood there in peaceful silence for a few more moments before stepping apart, both their faces red from the intimate moment that passed between them. Carrie's green eyes were drawn to the glowing device that sat on the desk beside the computer and approached it curiously.
"Is this an arc reactor?" she asked as she examined the powerful energy source in slight awe.
"One of many." replied Nathan as he walked up beside her. "This thing here has enough power output to keep my suit running for a good long while. Dad has a large one powering the Stark Industries factory back home." he reached out and unhooked the device from the panel it was placed in before holding it out to her.
Carrie looked at the power source to the young hero before her. He gave her a smile and a nod before she reached out and slowly took the small reactor into her hands. Her skin tingled from the faint hum and warmth that came from it. Her fingers traced over the various contours of the device as she examined it from all sides. "It's...amazing." she said while handing it back to Nathan.
"And hopefully something that will replace crude energy sources around the world." he replied setting the reactor down. "I'm actually looking into making them smaller in size so that they can replace common batteries to cut down on hazardous waste. It's been a project I've been working on for the last six months. There are so many application ideas for the arc reactor technology that I've been looking into."
"You and your father do so much for the world." said the telekinetic as she sat on the lone bed. "Using your intelligence to not only bring about such fantastic inventions, but also protecting those that cannot protect themselves with your armor suits. It's inspiring."
The Stark heir chuckled, "We do what we can. Dad has a tendency to take on too much, thinking that he can do it all on his own. Even with me trying to help he thinks he can save the world solo."
Carrie bit her lip in thought, wondering heavily if she should reveal her secret to him. He had proven to be far more than trustworthy, and she cared about him deeply, but a small part of her was afraid of how it would react when she showed him what she could do.
"Carrie?" she snapped her head up when she heard her name and found Nathan looking at her curiously. "You looked a little lost for a minute there. Is something wrong?"
"No," she replied shaking her head. "No, I just..." she sighed as she clenched her hands into fists in anxiety. "I...I want to show you something. But, I don't know how you'll react when you see it." shd admitted with her eyes to the floor.
Tilting his head in confusion, the hero stepped forward and kneeled down before her. Reaching out and tilting her chin up so he could see her face. "Whatever it is, Carrie, I won't think of you any differently than I do right now. I promise." he finally said with conviction in his voice.
Green eyes locking with blue, the girl took a shuttering breath as she relaxed her nerves as best she could. Focusing her concentration, she held out her hand toward the desk. Nathan followed her movement...and felt his breath stall in his throat.
His suits arc reactor...was hoving in the air above the surface. Nothing holding it up as it raised another inch above the desk before slowly drifing across the room to suspend above Carrie's open palm.
Words failed him as he looked at her in shock and awe. But she wasn't done yet.
Holding out her other hand, the large metal container in the corner where he kept his suit locked up tight shuttered. The locks that were designed to be unbreakable by any means came undone and the top opened, allowing the armors helmet, gauntlets and boots to levitate outward and hang in the air. A moment passed before the limb components began orbiting around the helmet as though willed by gravity itself.
Standing up slowly, Nathan approached the pieces of armor. Reaching out and taking one of the gauntlets out of the air while watching the rest continue to revolve around one another. "Whoa." he whispered as he turned and looked at Carrie who had her eyes focused on the arc reactor hovering above her open palm. "How are you doing this?"
The girl took a deep breath, "Telekinesis. Strange things started happening around me after...what happened in the locker room. I was able to move things with my thoughts, it scared me at first, but after I looked into it and read books and online articles about it I realized that it was something unique."
Waving her avaliable hand, the pieces of Nathan's armor went back into their proper place, the reactor settled into her hand. "I've been practicing every chance when I'm alone. I was afraid to tell anybody about it because everyone already thinks of me as some kind of freak. My own mother called me a witch because I used my power to stop her from forcing me into the closet again."
Carrie felt the bed dip when Nathan sat down beside her, his hand reaching out and taking hers. "I knew you were special, Carrie." he said smiling at her, "But never in my imagination would I think that you would be capable of something so awesome!"
Her eyes widened at his words. "Y-You don't think I'm weird, or dangerous?" she asked hesitantly.
"You're not weird or dangerous, you're gifted." replied the Stark heir. "And you seem to be doing pretty well in training yourself in how to use your abilities even with knowing so little about them."
"How are you so calm about all of this?" asked Carrie, trying to wonder how he was able to take all of this in and not give a more bewildered reaction.
Nathan just smiled, "Let's just say that you're not the only one with powers that I've met. Believe it or not, there is an entire sub-class of humanity that possess abilities that make them unique in a multitude of ways. The public calls them mutants, or Homo-Sapien Superior, because they possess a gene that the rest of the populace does not. Only a small percentile have it, even less that are currently non-dormant."
The telekinetic's mind reeled at the revelation, "Am I...One of these 'mutants'?" she asked in wonder.
"Not completely sure to be honest, but it is one of only a handful of possibilities." said the hero. "Either why, you're still Carrie White, that's never going to change. And you're definitely not a witch, so don't think for a moment that this changes how I see you or how I feel about you. If anything I think you're more amazing than I did before."
Carrie's eyes watered as she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, to know that nothing had changed between them and that he was still here after hearing everything and was still willing to be with her was beyond anything that she had expected.
In the next moment she was in his arms again, tears of joy soaking into his shirt as she clung to him tightly. The sudden burst of emotion causing the lights around the room to flicker briefly, but it went unnoticed by either of them.
Pulling back after a few seconds, Nathan wiped away a few stray tears from her cheek. "You know, angels aren't suppose to cry." he said lowly causing the telekinetic's heart to leap to new heights.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Carrie moved her head forward and pressed her lips against his. Realizing half a second later what she had done she immediately snapped her head back in shock. "I...I'm sorry! I didn't...didn't mean to...to..." she stuttered while trying to explain her action, her face beet-red as she tried to hide it in the collar of the robe she was wearing.
The feeling of a hand gently touching her cheek brought her attention to the young Stark, who's face was almost as red as hers. "First kiss?" he asked slowly, trying to calm down his heart from breaking free of his chest.
Carrie's blush intensified, eyes looking anywhere but at his as she nodded. Feeling a bit ashamed of herself for her sudden reaction. "Carrie." she hesitantly met Nathan's gaze, gasping when his lips placed themselves back over hers.
It was chaste, lasting only a couple of seconds, but it was enough to make her stomach flip and sparks to be felt from the contact down to the pit of her very being. The lights flickered around the room and a few small objects floated in the air a moment before settling back into their places when the kiss ended.
Nathan pulled back, his face a bit redder as he observed the the stunned, yet blissful look on the girl's face. "Now we're even." he said with a wide grin, brushing a thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the feeling of having them on his own. "How was it?"
The telekinetic smiled back shyly, "I...I liked it." She would have said more, but was cut off by a yawn. Fatigue from the emotional strain of the last few hours overtaking her and making her eyes droop a little.
"Get some sleep, Carrie. You've had a pretty rough day." said the hero as he helped her climb under the sheets and make sure she was comfortable. "I'll sleep on the pullout couch. Try to get as much rest as you can." he went to step away when he felt her hand gently wrap around his wrist.
"C-Can you stay, and hold me until I fall asleep?" she asked looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.
Nathan was about to say something against the idea, given that she was vulnerable after what happened with her mother, but the look she was giving him melted the idea away almost instantly. "Are you sure?" he asked back, wanting to know if this was okay considering the situation.
Carrie nodded as she scooted back a bit to give him room, though she didn't need to considering the size of the bed. The young Stark climbed in, still fully clothed as he settled down beside her. The strawberry-blonde moved a bit closer, her body acting on instinct knowing that he was a safe haven as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Her breath hitched when she felt his arms wrap around her slim frame, but the low thumping of his heart heard clearly from her position lulled her into a state of peace. It felt nice, better than nice, it felt...right. Like no matter what happened in the outside world she could escape it right here.
Like she belonged.
As for the hero, he did his best to focus on his breathing and remaining calm. Trying to focus less on the fact that a beautiful young woman was laying on him and that she needed his comfort right now. But he couldn't ignore the fact that it felt right having her with him like this.
He'd had a few girlfriends in the past, but none of them could even get remotely close to how Carrie was making him feel. She didn't care about his money, his standing in society or that he was his father's son. She was real and had a pure heart compared to so many others out there. He felt the need to protect her, to be her knight in shining armor (literally and figuratively), and sweep her away from all of this.
"Dad would give me a hard time if he knew all of this." Nathan thought as he looked down at the girl in his arms. Her eyes closed and her breathing evened out meaning she had fallen asleep. But the grip her hands had on his shirt ensured that he wouldn't be going anywhere.
And honestly, he couldn't find any reason to remove them.
Placing a kiss on the top of her head and adjusting his hold on her, the young Stark rested his head back and closed his eyes. His suits arc reactor laying forgotten on the floor of the suite as he joined the telekinetic in the land of dreams.
X
The very next day, as the students of Ewan high made their way into their school they were all alerted to the sound of a sportscar engine. Turning toward the parking lot, they found a familiar lamborgini pulling into the place it has been using for the last week.
Confusion rippled amongst the teens as they wondered what Nathan Stark could be doing at their school that early, only for their mouths to drop open as Carrie White stepped out of the passenger side. A peaceful smile on her face as she closed the door and gave a wave to the young hero behind the wheel before making her way into the building.
Nathan watched her go, smile on his face as he heard someone come up beside his car. "You seem to have left one big impression, haven't you?" said Rita Desjardin as she watched Carrie enter the school along with him.
"Only to those that truly deserve my attention. I don't normally develop feelings like this so fast for another, but Carrie's a special case." he admitted.
"I'll bet." replied the PE teacher before giving him her full attention. "I got your message last night. I'd ask how you got my number, but it's common knowledge for anyone looking for it."
The hero's expression turned serious as she looked up at her from his seated position. "There's a situation that I need your help with."
X
Ignoring the bewildered stares that followed her as she passed by her fellow students, Carrie went to her locker to get the books for her first class. Memories of waking up in Nathan's arms that morning still fresh in her mind making her blush a bit.
They had both still been fully clothed when they awoke, but the feeling of safety and warmth being with him put a smile in her heart that couldn't be broken by anything. He'd even taken her to breakfest at the same diner they'd gone to when they first started hanging out together before bringing her to school.
And even though she was still concerned about her living situation since she refused to return home after the previous night. Nathan had told her that he had a plan that would help and it would take a little time, but she was free to stay with him as long as she wanted.
An idea that she was more than happy with given their evolving relationship. And with prom a little less than a week away, she was both excited and nervous to see how it would all turn out.
Grabbing her last book and putting it in her bag, Carrie closed her locker only to snap her head up when she found someone on the other side looking at her.
"Hay, Carrie." said Sue Snell, fidgiting in her spot slightly as she stood there.
"Hello...Sue." replied the telekinetic, more than a bit confused at why she was here talking to her in the first place. A bit if anxiety filling her given how the blonde had treated her alongside her fellow Ultras in the past.
Sue saw this and sighed with guilt and shame written on her features. "I'm not here to cause trouble, though I can't blame you for feeling that way given the past." she said regrettably. "I just wanted to know if you and I can talk?"
Carrie gripped her bag a bit tigher, "Why?" she asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this meeting and see if it was another trap being laid out for her.
The blonde looked around a moment before turning back to her, "I want to make amends, for everything I've done that hurt you. I know it sounds like complete bull and you have every right to not believe me. But I just want to ask that you hear me out, please."
Not knowing how to take the situation, the telekinetic just stood there with a confused expression still on her face. Sue make amends for the past? It did seem to unbelievable to be true. Like the other Ultras, she had taken pride in making her feel lower than dirt with their pranks and teasing.
Though, even she had to admit that she'd seen less and less of the blonde in recent days. When she saw her in the cafeteria she would always be with her boyfriend instead of the other girls. Almost like she was actively avoiding them.
Taking Carrie's silence as a bad sign, Sue tried another tactic. "You don't have to talk to me alone. We can wait until after school and Nathan can be with you, I'll bring Tommy so that you don't feel like it's another prank."
Carrie narrowed her eyes, "No tricks?" she asked, shocking the blonde with how serious she sounded in that moment.
"No tricks, I promise. Just you, me, Nathan and Tommy. No one else."
The telekinetic was still very skeptical, but Sue didn't give off any bad vibes that pointed to something bad happening. She nodded slowly, causing the blonde to smile in relief. "Thank you, Carrie. I swear that I'm being completely honest." the bell rang grabbing both girls' attention. "Tommy and I will meet you two by the tree where Nathan usually parks." with that she went down the hall to her class.
Watching her go, Carrie turned slowly and headed her own way. Biting her lip as she wondered what Sue was going on about, and slowly wondering why she was suddenly so interested in fixing things between them.
What had changed?
A/N: Big changes have already taken place, and the road to prom has begun. With Nathan changing the dynamic of things the plot will take several new turns that a few may or may not have seen coming. And I know that there hasn't been any action since the beginning, but all of that is going to change. That being said, I'm giving you guys a preview of the chapter I'm currently working on;
ANGEL OF IRON - CHAPTER 7
"You think you're some kind of badass? A pussy little rich boy in a suit of armor. Take that away and what are you?"
"Billionaire, genius, future CEO of Stark Industries and a one woman kind of man." Nathan replied sending a wink at Carrie. "What do you have to be proud of Billy-Bob? Other than trying to prove that humanity is attempting to evolve backwards."
Billy gritted his teeth before lunging at the Stark heir with his fist cocked back, people screaming in alarm at his action but he couldn't have cared less as he prepared to teach the rich kid a lesson.
Though he wasn't anticipating Nathan to grab his outstretched arm and force him off balance with a foot to his ankle that sent him slamming face-first into the driver's side window of his car. The cracking of both his nose and the glass as he staggered to stay upright.
"Well now, that was attempted assault." said the hero cracking his knuckles. "Everything that happens now, is self-defense."