"I told you I wasn't working with him." I stare at Fury and the other guy, James, with my arm crossed.
"Nice to see you too sweetie." Tony Stark grins at me.
"Don't talk to me." He reaches for my shoulder. I swat him away. "Or touch Me."
"Feisty." He mutters.
"Look, Cleo, you just have to be nice for a little while." James says.
"I'm sorry, that's not possible."
"Look, kid, I don't want to be here either. I'd rather be cruising along, happy with my life. You think I want to see your face?" He pins me to the wall. I struggle but he's too strong for me. "Now, listen, the quicker we can get this over with, the quicker we can go our separate ways." I struggle once more.
"Get off me." I moan.
"Do you get me?" I nod.
"Yes, Mister Stark." I mumble.
"Now, do what he says." He lets me go and I rub my arm, trying to get rid of the pain of the fast forming bruise. I didn't realise he was that strong. I thought it was Iron Man who had the strength.
"So what is that you need us for?" I ask Fury.
"The Avengers need you both. Since, you tried to escape last time," Fury begins. "We thought Cleo could be trained by you? Your still welcome, but your daughter is..."
"Younger, faster..."
"But not stronger." James finishes. "She has that only flaw."
"Hello? I'm here..."
"Shut up, Sit down and do your nails."
"Sorry, Dad of the year, I'm not that kind of girl." I stay standing, with my arms crossed.
"You could get her trained to your level...or higher."
"So what your saying is that I'm getting old and I'm getting thrown out."
"No, they're saying they don't want traitors who leave little girls on pavements." I shoot at him.
"Like your perfect."
"At least I don't create children in a laboratory! You sick..."
"Don't even try to finish that sentence." He narrows his eyes at me. "I created you out of curiosity. It was supposed to be a full grown man. But Hulk smashed up your container before I could change you." I snort in disgust.
"Gee, thanks. Where's his mug, he's the best Dad in the world. Like seriously. Let's get him a medal." I clap sarcastically.
"When are the rest of them getting here?" James asks Fury, ignoring us.
"Soon..." Just then a grey craft carrier zooms into view through the windows. I run to the glass and press my face up to it, eager to see the Avengers.