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So in true Marvel fashion, I decided to write a 'post credit' scene. Enjoy.
It was nearing midnight and my eyes were slowly starting to become harder to keep open. I'd finally convinced dad to return to his hotel room for the night, but not before he promised to be back here first thing in the morning. I appreciated him wanting to be here for me, but honestly it just feels like he's watching my legs, waiting for them to move again. Time was slowly but surely ticking away. Time for him to face reality.
I'd gotten dad to lift the blinds on the window before he left. I love looking out on the enormous sky scrapers and letting the neon lights and traffic sounds fill the room. It reminds me that I'm not alone. That there are a million other people out there, each facing their own challenges, but still getting up each day to face the world. If they all could, than so could I.
My eyes had just fluttered close when there was a soft, but steady knock on the door. I wondered if it was dad returning but he would have just barged straight on in.
"Yes?" I called out.
The door slowly swung open and into the room stepped Natalie. Correction, Natasha. And boy she certainly looked different from the last time I'd seen her. Instead of the skin tight, brightly coloured dresses and high heels, she was now wearing a black catsuit. There was a belt strapped around her waist, a gun halter on her thigh and two bracelets on her wrists, which I'm guessing wasn't just for fashion. She looked deadly. And I was instantly jealous.
I'd always wanted to be that girl. The one who doesn't need anything from anyone, the girl who knows how to handle herself in a fight, who doesn't need a man to hold her hand or tell her she's beautiful. I could never be that girl as hard as I tried, and here Natasha was, standing in front of me and making it look effortless.
"Well this is a different look," I said casually as she entered the room and stood at the foot of my bed. "You should have worn this to the office."
She gave me a thin smile as she crossed her arms across her chest. "How are you feeling Miss Stark?"
"Well, see I would tell you but I'm afraid you're going to go running back to S.H.I.E.L.D and tell them everything I tell you," I said, sarcasm lacing my tone.
"I see your father has told you everything," she replied smoothly.
"Yes, he has."
She nodded before she made a gesture towards the door and took a step back from the bed. I heard the 'clack' of strong boots against the floor before I looked over and saw someone standing in the doorway. He was tall, dark and scary as hell.
Despite having never met him, I recognised him instantly from the eyepatch. Dad had described him to me after their first meeting following the Obadiah incident. This was not a man you would easily forget.
"Miss Stark, I'm Nick-"
"Fury," I finished for him. "I know. What do you want Mr. Fury?" Somehow I doubt the director of S.H.I.E.L.D was popping by at midnight for just a quick chat.
He stepped up to my bedside and I have to admit, he was intimidating as hell.
"Miss Stark, I have a proposal for you."
The End
