A/N Here have some more plot. R&R!

I go down to his workshop, to try and get his smell, his ideas, and I might have the intention to cry a little. Because it's all my fault. And I have to put it right. And I could, if I could get there with the weapons I need. But I can't and I'm going to just cry instead of doing anything about it. I wish Klara was here, because she's my shoulder to cry on whenever he's not here.

I must fall asleep because when I wake up, I'm on the floor of his workshop. Some one must have come because there's a blanket around me, and that someone was probably Pepper. She's thoughtful like that.

I try to make a plan. I can't. No ideas are coming to my head. I'm trapped here, and when they know where he is they probably aren't even going to let me go anyway. I'm probably too young. But I'm the most affected. He's my dad. I can't not have him there. I love him and if he's not there... I'm not sure I can survive my life being ripped up a third time.

The Avengers won't let me in their meeting room to help with their plans, even though I could be the most help, because he's captured because of me. There are small mercies though, such as Clint finding me asleep in the vents above the meeting room and leaving me there. I didn't find out much though, because the room is soundproofed, and the vent leading directly in to it is too. I also am not forced to go to school. I get daily get well soon texts from Max and Hayley, but I don't reply.

This is the third day. I hate it. The feeling of not being able to do anything, besides watch security footage on repeat and try to see if there's anything I've missed. Pepper's burried herself in work and I haven't really seen her. I squint at the security footage and realise something. "JARVIS could you please make a hologram of this image?" I say, pausing it.

I've overlooked something major.

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NC. It's inked on the HYDRA's arm. Why? What could NC mean? It could be the place the HYDRA man came from, I mean it's just under the HYDRA symbol he's inked on his arm. NC. That's North Carolina isn't it. Klara was about to be transferred to a base there for a while, and then we got out. Could it really be...? Yes. That's my minds answer, and if it's wrong, I tried. I shouldn't bother the Avengers though. They should keep looking. In case I'm wrong.

How can I even get there? I'm not allowed to fly a jet. They'd notice anyway. Some days I would love to be Thor or have an Iron Man suit. Wait. I could take an Iron Man suit. They can't be that hard to fly.

Natasha has some weapons.

Guns, knives, catsuits.

I could take them

And I could take his suit to get there.

I need to go, now.

I felt Natasha's room with no interruptions, as everyone's in the meeting room. I steal some of her stuff, although it's actually borrowing as I plan to give it back. I run back down to his workshop and change, strapping guns and knives to me. The suits obviously a little big, but I roll up the sleeves and suck it up.

Next I have to get the Iron Man suit on. "JARVIS... can I have a suit put on... piece by piece. He puts it on around me, the arms and torso first as this hold my head in the right position. My feet don't touch the floor once the legs are on but I don't mind. The mask hits my face and I'm in. I'm actually doing this.

"Okay... can the suit fly me to these coordinates." I tell JARVIS and fill my face with determination. I can do this. "Slowly." I finish, because m not sure I want to die.

I'm actually flying.

Once I'm up in the air, I'm feeling fairly confident, ans I tell JARVIS to nudge the speed up. The afternoon sun is smiling and I begin to relax my tense body and go through various methods of taking people out in my mind.

It's summer, so it's a warm afternoon. It's a nice view, though I'm petrified of the suit running out of battery and crashing in the middle of nowhere. Especially when I realise that I don't have my phone.

I reach the HYDRA base at 4. And I sit. Watching. Waiting. How do I get inside?