Also, if you are looking for a VERY AWESOME Iron Man fanfiction I recommend Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction by onyourleft126. She has combined a bit of sarcastic teenage humour into the most serious of chapters and has managed to keep Tony Stark and the other characters from becoming OOC.
Standing on the stage had been Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Melinda May, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz and a woman known as Skye. After our first three lessons with them, I discovered that Bobbi Morse herself would be supervising all of mine and Lauren's classes (how convenient, that we have the same electives). I've been considering of telling dad but he seems to be having a bad day, he only recently came back from a work trip to the coast and each day he is more irritated than ever. But then again, it might be safer for both him and me if I just tell him. And then after I do that I can escape to the safety of riding my horse with Lauren.
I chewed on my pen for a few minutes, I mean, if I were to tell my father, sure, he would have an angry outburst but that's just because he is worried about me. And maybe, just maybe, it's time to tell Lauren about her great-grandfather and about who he really is and who Lauren may be expected to become.
Ok, I've decided that I shall tell my father but I am going to ask him to open up to me, to tell me why he has become more stressed than usual. I know I probably won't like the answers but I guess that is something I shall have to deal with. Also, I am going to tell Lauren about her heritage and who she really is. I wonder what would happen if HYDRA got their hands on you my dear Diary, oh well, I can only face so many problems at once.
Goodbye for now and thank you for listening to me dear Diary
William Berrie Bakshi
I sighed and got up from my desk, slamming my diary shut in the process. It's now or never! Mentally shaking myself, I strode over to the door and found my way down the grand hallway; a hallway belonging entirely to my teenage retreat which I am quite proud of. I thumped down the stair, two at a time and was grateful that my mother and my 3 year old twin siblings both situated their resting quarters on the top level of our meagre mansion.
My feet got lighter as I approached my father's office and I felt my breathing become lighter and less noticeable. I got to the wide double oak doors and raised my shaking fist up to knock. Taking one last shaky breath I was ready to pound my hand against the door when my father's voice called out
"Come in William, I already know you are there!"
