CHAPTER 7

"Tyla?" i heard Tony yell from his lab upstairs.

"yes dad?" i replied. Yes, I've started calling him dad. I mean...it felt odd still calling him Tony after all this time. Afterall my name is Tyla Stark and i live with him and he pays for everything and he's like a dad to me, so it felt odd still calling him tony.

"what is this thing doing in my lab?"

"what thing?" i said, running upstairs. "oh you mean the chicken?" i said as i saw him. He was holding up a knife and having a staring contest with the chicken, who just looked at him with the wat-u-doing-man expression.

"yes. Stand back Tyla, it might be dangerous. An explosive chicken maybe."

"geeze somebody needs to chill." i said laughing and walking towards the chicken and swooped her up into my arms. "it's my pet chicken. She's called Hela. Say hi Hela" i said as i attempted to raise her wings into a waving position. Instead she flapped her wings and gave me her death stare. "I got the name from Norse mythology. Goddess of death. Actually it should be chicken of death." it was true that the name was from Norse mythology. I found it while i was looking at Loki's Wikipedia page.

"how long's he been in this house?" he asked, finally lowering the knife.

"not long, something between a month or 2."

"what?"

"i got her on my birthday." i said looking at him "Which was a month ago"

"wait what? Your birthday? Dammit" he looked down "i forgot"

"don't worry, you're not the only one. I figured you guys were probably too busy to remember that my birthday was coming up so i bought myself a birthday present. A chicken." i said, raising her up into the air and smiling vigorously. I was going to get a cat but instead i saw this chicken and went yup, you're it. "what?" i said looking at dad. "do you have a problem with my chicken?"

"okay then fine. Just don't let him run around everywhere too much"

"oh okay. By the way, i'm gonna go walk the chicken in the park latter. You wanna come?"

"oka- wait what? Are you actually gonna..." he said, trying to suppress a laugh "...walk the chicken?"

"yeah duh. They need exercise too." i said rolling my eye at him. Okay, they don't actually need much exercise but it's fun! Walking the chicken! "it's fine if you don't want to come." i said "Steve's agreed to go with me anyways."

"Steve? Tell Steve I'll be going. No need for him to be there." i knew it would work I thought.it always works

-2 HOURS LATER-

"out of all the parks in New York you chose Central Park? Really? There's gonna be tourists there too." he said as he put on his sunglasses.

"come on! You agreed!" i said dragging a very unhappy Tony across the lawn. I put Hela on the floor and grabbed Tony by the arm. The chicken waddled on at a speed of approximately 1 meter per hour. There were several tourists already by the side, taking photos. I guess we'll be all over the net tonight then, i thought as i put on my sunglasses too. It's not actually that sunny but you know...it's there for ...fashion purposes.

"why did i ever agree to this?" he sighed as he turned his head slightly towards me.

"err...no idea" i said as i watched Hela pick on a bit of grass.

"you know, i'm usually against going outside"

"exactly why you should come."

"Fine, whatever."

hey guys! thanks for the views! sorry about this chapter. I know it's really bad and has no plot and everything, just skip it if you want. I was a bit busy today watching fanvids on youtube (mostly about supernatural or doctor who or Sherlock or harry potter or divergent or avengers or benedict Cumberbatch or Tom Hiddleston or mish collins and about another hundred of male actors) ( ﾟдﾟ)つBye

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