Fourteen
We spent the next two weeks together. Mostly fucking, but talking as well. We talked about the insane things we did as kids, I tearing my father's things apart, she spreading rumors about her brother. She was raised in a more country setting than I. She raised horses, I built machines. She promised to take me horseback riding. We were in our own little universe, away from the problems of the outside world. It was amazing how much we had in common. Not only our need for wanting our parents approval and insatiable desire for sex, but our natural leadership and our downfall into ruin and rise again. She falling into a deep depression after finding out about being adopted, I waking up in a cave with a car battery connected to my chest. Our peace was interrupted by one British AI.
"Sir, there is a call from S.H.I.E.L.D." Jarvis spoke.
"What the fuck do they want?"
"I only take the calls, sir."
"Stark, you're needed in New York." Came Fury's voice.
"I'm stuck in a body cast, I can't help you." I quipped. Lana giggled softly.
"You broke your hand, now get up here." He shouted. The call ended.
"You don't have to go." Lana coaxed.
"Well, I do need to grab some things from the New York lab. It's not like I can do anything anyway. The gauntlet won't fit over the cast. I'll come home and we'll go to a nice place for dinner."
"That sounds nice, when you be back?"
"Give me at least two days to convince Fury I can't help. You're welcome to stay here while I'm gone." I estimated.
"Ok, I'll see you in two days."