Hello all :) Sorry this chapter took a while, but it's here now and I really hope you enjoy it. I'm not sure I like writing in Rosa's point of view but I can't stop now, it'll look weird. Anyway gotta go coz I'm sleepy, it's like one in the morning. Enjoy, read, review, thanks, bye! ;)

Chapter 4 : Where's can man?

As the quinjet I was piloting shot off into the sky I looked at the billionaires wistful face... Yep now I wanted to kill him, brutally, painfully, in every way possible. How dare he look at me? Especially after earlier. To say I hated him right now would be an understatement. To say that I wish he got trampled by elephants, burned in fire, stabbed in the arms repeatedly, shot in the feet, got his eyes ripped out by birds, got forced to drink bleach, hung drawn and quartered, mashed up by a combine and then mummified would still be an understatement...

Hmmm maybe that's a bit harsh...

Long story short, it's a good thing I can control my anger. But my dad? Him I'm hurt by. I know he overreacts sometimes, and I know I should have just done what he told me to, but he's my dad, he shouldn't treat me like that and he shouldn't make me do something I clearly don't want to do. Or know how to do. I'm not an interior decorator, I don't know these people, and I really hate Tony Stark.

I look out of the window to see where we are and I can just see the still destroyed Stark Tower in the distance, why he hasn't fixed it yet I don't know, what I do know though is that I won't be letting him procrastinate any longer, he hasn't even put his precious Stark sign back up yet. We have a lot of work to do.

The only place that wasn't still ruined, as I found out when I walked in, was the bar. The rest of it? Well, rubble still covered the floor, there were poorly patched up holes in the wall, the furniture was completely destroyed and Loki imprints still lay prominently in the centre of the room. And all of Tony's techy stuff? Let's just say it was tech no more.

I walked into the elevator and the renowned AI's voice rang out "Hello, Miss Fury, where would you like to go to? I advise you go to the family room as it is the most comfortable place here." He paus- what am I taking about? It's not a he, it's an AI for crying out loud!

Ok, it, paused ad then said "or you could wait for Mr Stark here, he has told me he looks forward to seeing your pretty little face again." Boiling with anger I quickly looked around and shot 16 of the 17 microscopic speakers dotted around the elevator.

"JARVIS, if you ever repeat what he says like that ever again I will make sure you are wiped of any and all information that moronic imbecilic bastard has ever given to you, am I clear?" I snarled at the smart arse AI while pointing my gun at the 17th speaker.

"I don't think Mr Stark would-"

"Am I clear?" I said furiously.

"Yes, Miss Fury. I shall take you up to the family room, I am sorry if I offended you." He sounded wounded, like a kicked puppy and immediately forgave him.

"Hey, I'll forgive you if we get fried mash potato for breakfast tomorrow, ooooooh and maybe sausages, oh and it has to be with eggs, we can't have breakfast without scrambled eggs! Oh what are we going to have tonight?"

"Well, Mr Stark usually orders shawarma back in Malibu, but I can order whatever you want me to, make yourself at home."

"Ok, I'll choose later, thanks JARVIS" I whispered gratefully.

I had been sitting on the dusty unused, big leather couch for an hour and a half now, having moved back to the room I first came in earlier, and there was still no sign of the bighead billionaire. I had finished eating the 10inch ham and pineapple pizza that Jarvis had ordered for me and I was just coming to the end of tangled, my current favourite disney movie when suddenly the temperature plummeted and all power went off.

The elevator on the far right of the room started to creak and whirr as it came to life. Someone was here. I crept into the shadows, my right hand reaching for the gun that I kept in the waistband of my leggings. I clicked the safety off and aimed the gun at the doors. They opened with a loud hiss and a tall man stepped out, his features blacked out because of the light behind him and the total darkness of the room. He was holding a small oval box in his hands.

"Show yourself!" He spoke with authority with a slight hint of slang in a loud, clear, deep voice. "I know you're in here, the lights were on. The lights are never on." I knew who this was.

"Well," I began, stepping out of the shadows and lowering the gun "I was told by Mr Stark to wait here for him"

"On who's orders?"

"On director Fury's orders"

"Oh," he said suspiciously, relaxing his stance a bit, the lights came back on, blinding us momentarily "what's your name?" He asked, walking further into the dusty room.

"I'm Rosa, Fury's my dad. It's to nice to meet you Rhodes." I smirked at his apparent shock of me knowing his name. "Do you know where the iron jerk is? He was supposed to be here almost 2hours ago"

"Ummm," he fidgeted around "he's been in, er, the shawarma joint for the past hour"

"Right."

"Yeah... I can get him if you like? He does tis all the bloody time!" He started to pace around muttering angrily to himself.

"No, you don't have to do that, you can help me clear this place up a bit though." I smiled up at him.

"Sure, what exactly are you doing anyway?" He asked, coming over to help me clear up my rubbish.

"JARVIS," I barked "send us some bin bags"

"Right away, Miss Fury" the trusty AI replied.

"Oh and a Hoover and some dusters" I added. Though he didn't reply he heard me as the requested items appeared in the elevator seconds later. "Sorry, what did you ask?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, right, my father is forcing me to stay here with can man and he set us some project to convert this tower into a hq of some sort or a house for the avengers. Anyway it's gonna be called avengers tower... Original huh? He wants me to join the avengers too."

"Why does he want you to join the avengers, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Well," I grunted, lifting two large armfuls of rubbish and rubble into the big black waste bags, "I hold the record for the earliest graduating, best trained shield agent in the world, particularly gifted with throwing knives, throwing stars, that kind of thing. Anyway I think he just wants more sheild agents on the team." I stopped cleaning and grinned to myself before sighing "sometimes I think he forgets I'm his daughter, do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, my dad was in the army for as long as I can remember, in a high position too, and all I ever wanted to do was make him proud. Eventually he got so used to me doing everything he wanted me to he couldn't stand it when I made a mistake or did something he didn't approve I was shunned. I became more of a robot than a son, and that's how he treated me, he didn't show me any love, didn't buy me anything nice, it was almost like he forgot I actually had opinions and feelings."

I fetched a sweeping brush from the pile of cleaning supplies and started sweeping all the rubble into one pile and scooped into the ever growing bag, all the time mulling over what he had just said, I felt for the guy - at least my dad actually showed affection to me. A million things were racing through my head, my brain trying to find the right words to say to him but he just shook his head ever so slightly, the silence said it all.

After an hour and 15 minutes of heavy cleaning the room looked pristine, there was no trace of dust or mess anywhere. I was tired though. Although it was only half past 6 here, it was half past 11 in England and I had severe jet lag. I could not stop myself yawning loudly and I stumbled every few seconds with my eyes shut. Rhodey saw this and managed to get to me before I collapsed from exhaustion and held me up.

I continued to trip and stumble as he half carried me over to the long sofa and set me down gently. "Get some sleep, you're exhausted" he ordered.

"Bu... B... But cleani... So tired..." I whispered sleepily "Ss, stark draw... not back yet..."

"No, I won't let Tony draw anything on your face, and I'll wake you up as soon as he gets here." He smiled,covering me with a blanket and laying a cushion on the long side of the couch.

"O... K... Night..." I breathed lying down until I felt my face hit the pillow.

"Night Rosa." I heard his faraway voice before I heard no more.

The first thing I saw when I woke up was Tony Starks grinning face directly above my own. "Morning!" He cried cheerfully.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh" I screamed and did the first thing that came to my mind. I threw a powerful punch at his face. I heard a crack and a deafening screech of pain. Crap.

So there you go, 4th chapter, it took a while but... Yeah. I'd really appreciate some reviews, you know, what I'm doing right, what could make it better, that type of thing. You actually have no idea how much it helps. Thanks for all you followers and favouriting people? Is that a word? Never mind, I'm just glad you like it. Happy new year!