"Hell Hath No Fury Like a Stark Crossed"

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A day after Davey had learned that she had become the host of one of the Infinity Stones, the raspberry haired girl had finally found out which stone she had.

The Soul Stone which had gotten its name because of its ability to steal the souls of people.

This fact shocked Davey and she wondered if the mugger's soul was trapped inside of the Soul Stone when his body was destroyed.

But, something good she found out was that the Soul Stone would protect its host from any attacks.

Shaking off the information she had learned about the Soul Stone she wore around her neck, Davey had gotten ready for the day by taking a shower and then dressed into a pair of jeans and her ACDC spaghetti strapped top she had made out of one of her father's old band t-shirts.

Walking out into the kitchen, Davey found her mother setting a plate filled with bacon on the table while Jun brewed some coffee, filling the air with the scent of caffeine and hazelnut.

Veemon was carrying plates and silverware over to the table, setting them out properly like he had been shown by Tatia.

"Morning." Davey greeted.

"Morning, honey." Tatia smiled tiredly.

The brunette hardly got any sleep the night before since she was worried over Tony, hoping he would return home safely soon enough.

"Coffee's done." Jun said as she poured herself a travel's mug full.

She was heading back to the campus that morning and she wanted to hurry before she was late.

"Great. I need it. I was up late researching something." Davey said as she rushed over to the coffee pot.

"I honestly don't understand humans and their obsession with coffee. You guys treat it like its ambrosia or something." Veemon commented with his hands on his waist.

"To us humans, it's as good as ambrosia." Jun stated as she sat down to eat her breakfast.

As the bacon, eggs and toast were all cooked; the three brown eyed women took their seats at the table with the blue dragon and started eating together like they did every morning.

Just then, their meal was interrupted by someone knocking on their door.

Sharing looks of confusion, wondering who could be at the door, Davey stood up from the table and made her way over to answer it.

"I've got it!" Davey called.

Standing in front of the door, Davey pulled it open to reveal Rhodey who was standing there in his uniform and looking crest fallen.

"Uncle Rhodey, you're back!" Davey exclaimed and gave her godfather a hug.

Hearing who was at the door, Tatia, Jun and Veemon all got up from the table to go greet the man.

"James, it's good to see you." Tatia smiled kindly at the man.

"Where's Dad?" Jun asked when she noticed the dark haired man wasn't with Rhodey.

Sighing as he felt the guilt weigh down on him, Rhodey watched as his goddaughter pulled away from him and gave him a look of concern.

"Did something happen in Afghanistan?" Davey asked.

"Yeah, something really bad happened." Rhodey said as he stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Stepping back, Davey stared at the colonel and felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, praying that whatever happened to her father wasn't as bad as she was imagining.

"James, what is it? Where is Tony?" Tatia demanded.

"During the transport, Tony's car was attacked. All of the soldiers inside were killed, but Tony... He's missing. We think he may have been kidnapped by whoever attacked." Rhodey revealed.

As soon as Rhodey said that her father had been attacked, Davey felt her mind go blank and like her lungs were filling with water.

Tatia burst into tears, crying into her hands as Jun comforted her, but Davey was unable to react to the information.

She was simply frozen in a state of shock, heartbroken over the fact that the most important person in her life had been taken away from her.

The shock and heartbreak soon faded away into boiling rage.

Whoever had taken her father away from her, she would find them and she would get him back, no matter what.

As soon as Rhodey left and the family spent the next few hours mourning over the loss of their boyfriend and father, Davey took out her laptop and connected JARVIS to her system.

"JARVIS, can you hear me?" Davey asked.

"On line and ready for commands, Ms. Davia." The artificial intelligence reported.

"Hook me up to the satellite from Afghanistan. I want to have full visual on what happened during the day my father was attacked." Davey ordered.

"Yes, ma'am, right away." JARVIS said.

Veemon remained silent as he stood off to the side, watching as his partner pulled up the footage of the caravan Tony was in being attacked by a few missiles that were fired off by a group of men in turbans.

Noticing something about the missiles, Davey froze the image and widened the shot to see what was written on the side on it.

"What the hell? That's not possible." Davey gasped.

"What? What isn't possible?" Veemon asked as he pulled himself up onto the bed.

"This missile that was fired at my father's caravan was made by Stark Industries. But that's not possible! My father never made any trades or sales to that area of the world. JARVIS, pull up the sales that the company has made." Davey said.

"Yes, ma'am. But from what I can see, sir has never made any sales to the Middle East." JARVIS reported.

As the documents popped up on the screen, Davey started reading them all through carefully, taking a few hours to do so to make sure she didn't overlook anything, and discovered that the sales were all done to different American organizations.

"Something doesn't feel right about this. I smell a rat." Davey glared.

"A rat? What does that mean?" Veemon asked her.

"No one should have been able to get their hands on these weapons without their being some record of the transaction being made. And if Dad never sold them to these people, then that means...someone working at SI must be selling the weapons to terrorist groups without Dad knowing about it!" Davey concluded.

"How did you come up with that theory?" Veemon asked with shocked eyes.

"It's the only logical explanation. Someone is selling the weapons from my father's company illegally and I'm gonna find out who it is. And when I do, I am reporting him or her to the authorities and that mother fucker is going down!" Davey glared as her eyes glowed orange.

"Or the Soul Stone will kill them." Veemon muttered.

If Davey were being honest, she wouldn't mind if the Soul Stone took the soul of the person who betrayed her father and condemned him to death.

"Vee, do me a favor and get me some coffee and food. I'm gonna be up for a while trying to find things out about this stuff." Davey told him.

"You're going to obsess over this aren't you?" Veemon asked feeling worried.

From what Veemon knew about the Stark family, they all had a tendency to obsess over whatever project had caught their attention.

There was a chance that Davey would work herself to the bone and until she was about to collapse from exhaustion from trying to locate her father.

"Not obsess, Veemon. It's called determination. I'm going to find him and bring him back home no matter what." Davey declared.

Hearing this, Veemon began to worry.

He wasn't going to be able to stop his partner from trying to find her father, but he was going to work hard to make sure she stayed healthy while she did so.

"I'll go get you some food." Veemon said as he walked out of the room.

Davey was usually the one who kept him fed and bathed, now it was his turn to do so and he was going to be at her side the entire time while she tried to find the location of her father.

Grabbing a bag full of apples and a few water bottles, Veemon carried them into the bedroom, knowing he was going to need to stock up on all types of food and beverages during the time Davey spent working.

To be continued...