Well here we go, the last chapter...
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Chapter 13
I felt the breath rush out of me; how could he? How could he do this to me, to us? Didn't he know what kinda of trouble this was going to cause?
I could vaguely hear Agent swear in the background.
I just turned around and walked out of the room.
I ignored the calls of Pepper and Peter and just kept walking. I saw a flash of Clint as I continued my storm out of the building. I went unnoticed because of the bomb that my father had just dropped, which I was glad of, the last thing I needed was a reporter asking me a question about all of this.
"Tweety!" he called out, but I just kept on walking.
I didn't want to talk I didn't have any thing to say I just wanted to get out of here.
I slid into the seat of the Stark 7 and I drove home. The trip home was fast and I don't remember stopping so who knows how many traffic lights I blew past.
I pulled into the garage of our house and slammed the door. Knowing that at least Pepper would be worried about me I quickly jotted down my plan and stuck it to the fridge before I continued my rampage. I stomped into the living room and ended up running to my room. My bag was still opened from the last time that I tried to leave only this time I finished it. I packed my journals and art supplies, objects and trinkets that I knew I couldn't live without.
It totaled to about three bags and a backpack and I slung it around my body, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number to the moving company that handled our stuff from the last time my dad decided we had to uproot our lives, I left a message telling them that I needed my stuff packed and shipped to New York, the specific address would be given later, and that this must be done as soon as possible. I headed back to the garage where my baby was.
I wasn't shocked at all when I saw Clint leaning against it. "Scar," he said as I continued to ignore him, I opened up the back door and threw the bags in there. I turned around and headed back into the house.
Clint sighed and I could vaguely hear him following me. "Scarlett," he said.
"I don't want to hear it," I said as I heading into home base. I picked up Max's bed and bowls and headed over to put them in another box. "I don't want to talk or to listen; I just want to pack and leave."
Clint nodded as he finally understood that I wasn't playing this time. He turned around and headed down the hall. I finished packing all of Max's things and all of the knick knacks and posters that lined the walls of home base.
"I managed to get most of your clothes packed," Clint said as we met back at the Impala. "But I must warn you, it's not neat."
"I don't care," I said as I let Max into the back seat. "I can send for the rest of my stuff."
"Where are you going?" Clint asked.
"New York," I answered. "Peter has been bugging me to move up there and now it's clear that I can't stay here." Clint nodded as he grabbed my arm and we headed into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Every good road trip needs snacks," he answered as he pulled out the boxes of junk food we had.
"You don't have to do this," I said.
Clint shrugged. "I'm not going to let you drive across the country to a state where you have no place to stay."
"I'll figure it out when I get there," I said shrugging my shoulder.
"Shut up," Clint teased me. "You can stay with me, I'm hardly there anyway and this way I won't have to throw the milk out every time I come back."
I smiled. "Ok," I replied.
"Why not?" Clint asked as we headed back to my car.
"Why not what?" I asked back.
"Why can't you stay here?" Clint said. "You said it earlier and I thought you were going to elaborate on it."
"Because I could barely handle being Tony Stark's daughter," I answered truthfully. "I know I can't handle being Iron Man's daughter,"
"You're still going to be Scarlett Stark in New York," Clint pointed out to me.
"Scarlett is my middle name," I told him like he didn't already know "Hardly anybody knows that, it's time I started going by my first name."
"Well then," Clint said as we slid into out seats. "Tell me Clara Stark where shall we go first?"
"Well, Clint Barton," I replied as I turned the ignition to my car. "I've never seen the Grand Canyon."
And that completes Hero, I am Not.
as promised because you guys are amazing and reached 100 reviews!
the Title for the Sequel is... Heroes, I've Accepted.
and... here is a sneak peak!
"oh really?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as i stirred with the straw that was in my drink. "so tell me what exactly is a Prince of Asgard doing here?"
the man paused for a moment, i met his eyes and watched as he decided to answer my question. "family" he replied.
"family is the reason your here?" i asked "or family is the reason you came?"
so there you go!
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