Eye patch has a daughter? – Tony stark
As I was walking round the Helicarrier, checking up on the screens to see if we had found a location on the whereabouts of Loki I could hear the thoughts of a man who was thinking rather loudly about the way my backside looked in the leather pants I was wearing while I bent over slightly to look at the computers. I instantly straightened back up as they turned rather vulgar and fought the blush that wanted to stain my cheeks.
I caught sight of the man that was thinking them and my eyes widened as I realised it was Iron man himself as Tony Stark was not even trying to hide the fact he was staring at my butt, even though he was right beside my father who just conveniently had his back facing him. I doubt he knew that though, only Agent Hill and Coulson know the truth behind it.
I tried my best to block out Stark's thoughts, but I was finding it a little hard as he was my biggest crush. I felt like a school girl when he was around, that's how cliché he made me feel. My father motioned me over and I complied after taking one last glance at the final screen before making my way over to him.
"Stark, this is my daughter Cheyenne. You will make sure that she stays safe out in the field or I swear that your suit won't be able to protect you from what I'll do to you." Fury stated, making me laugh lightly at his threat. It was so like him to say something violent, but he could be a total softie when he's alone with just me around.
"Daughter!" Tony spluttered, his eyes nearly bugging out his skull. I turned my head away slightly so he wouldn't see the smirk that was curling my lips upwards as my father listed off my powers, mind reading being one of them.
He looked at me just as I turned my head back round to face him and sent him a wink, feeling unusually bold at the moment as I was usually quite shy; especially with things like this. His expression changed into something similar to smugness and he looked at me with his eyebrows raised slightly, making me wonder what he was thinking as he'd managed to block one part of his mind off by repeating an annoying circus tune.
"Enough with the circus thing already." I grumbled as it weaved its way into my head and wouldn't get out, making me sigh in annoyance. He smirked before my father sent us away to start training to work as a team together. "You're an annoying bugger."
"Glad you feel that way sweetheart." He grinned. "But I must say, your butt looks amazing in leather."