Aaaaaaannnnd… I'm back! Yeah, I know, two in one day and all, but I just realized that the prologue is really short and I already had this written out. I'll probably post the next chapter tomorrow or something. But don't expect daily updates normally. Actually, don't expect regular updates at all. I tend to bounce between fandoms and I have a lot of fics if not handwritten out on paper during boring lectures, then at least up I my head somewhere. Anyways, to get back on track, here it is:
Chapter 1 – Well, this is awkward
"Well…" The dark haired goateed man drawled, "This is awkward"
He looked familiar, though she couldn't tell what… Where had she seen that face before?
The other one with dark hair rolled his eyes, "Really, Stark?" He said incredulously after a slight pause, "Some kid breaks into your tower and all you have to say is 'This is awkward?'"
This other man looked really familiar. She could swear...
"Its Stark." The redhead broke in in an annoyed, flat tone "Are you really that surprised?"
Rubbing his face, he replied, "Surprised? No. Tired, yes." He sighed, flopping onto a nearby couch. "Anyways, what are we going to do about the kid?" He turned the attention to the upside down girl in the large man's hand, her face was steadily growing red from the blood rush.
"Do I know you?" The girl blurted out, then gasped and clapped both hands over her mouth.
The man, Stark, apparently, -Oh! Of course! Tony Stark! Genius, but man, what a class "A" asshole- stepped forward and shot her a charming smile to which she sneered in return. "Not you asshole! Him!" She gestured to the sitting man.
Looking startled, the sitting man looked up, and peered at the girl. "Er- No, sorry, I don't think so." He replied.
"This is a young girl, yes?" The large, blond man asked. "Should she not be with her parents?"
"That is true…" Stark seemed to consider for a bit. "Of course, she did break into m-our tower without alerting Jarvis until she was in. I think this warrants some-"
"That's illegal, Stark." the smaller, but by no means small compared to normal people - Jeez, all these people were gargantuan! Blond cut in, exasperated.
"Then we shall return her to her parents at once!" The larger blond shouted boisterously, causing everyone in the room to wince.
"Oi!" She snapped sourly, shoving a bit -kicking as hard as she could really- him in the chest with her spare leg- and good God did that hurt! What was he made of, rock?- "Labradoodle. Mind toning it down a bit?" She hissed maliciously, enjoying the surprised look plastered on his face. "And just an FYI, return to my parents," she cut off with a sardonic laugh, "and I. will. KILL. YOU." Her lip curled in disgust, punctuating the last three words with kicks.
"Oho!"
"'Oho?' Who says that, Dumbledore?- wait, no, that was Slughorn," She sneered.
Looking confused, he replied, "You should learn to be more respectful, especially to those that are older than you." He shook her around a bit.
The feeling of her brain bouncing around inside her skull seemed to spur a brilliant moment of self preservation, and, remembering her powers, she morphed, shrinking her entire bone structure, and slid out of the confused, and now surprised, man's hand. Not having time to drop into a roll, she dropped onto the floor and groaned, holding her head. "Not one of my best ideas," She muttered. "Ow."
Quickly getting, up, in an attempt to save her dignity, she scowled at the six people and grumbled, "Shut it, Slughorn. Nobody asked you." Her hair began to grow an unnatural spiky red as if she gelled it up when nobody answered, much to her discomfort. "Whatever. I'm leaving. And I can take care of myself." Enjoying the affronted look on all their faces, she faded into the background of the room leaving what looked like a floating pair of black jeans and a jacket.
Then, the room descended into an uproar; Each person looking for the girl that could change her appearance. Smirking to herself, the girl wove easily through the people who could only see her clothes, moving towards the windows, where she could make her escape. Unfortunately, amidst the chaos, Stark seemed to regain his head and, in a single moment, proving that he was a total ass, yelled for the man named Jarvis to cut her off.
'Why does he put so much stock in a single man?' She wondered absently,'He wasn't able to detect me coming into the building, and no one can go without sleep, so-' Her train of thought was interrupted when metal walls began to slam over all the exits, even the air vents, effectively stopping her great escape. She watched in horror as the six people put gas masks over their faces, when realizing the room was quickly filling with an unknown gas. Before she had time to change her body structure to accommodate and cancel out this poison, she grew weak and fell over.
As fuzziness began to enter her brain, she registered Stark grumbling, "Jesus. Finally."
What. An. Asshole. Man, this was really not how she was planning to spend her night. Dammit.