𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗.
Charlie Stark-Rogers has grown up in the shadow of the world's greatest heroes. But spending your entire life in the face of danger takes its toll on anyone. She has secrets, thi...
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"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇... whatever it is we're about to do." Bruce tapped on the screen of the Cradle before turning back to Charlie, who lay on her stomach.
"Promise?" Charlie groaned. Her cheek was smushed against the table as the tiny laser microblades slowly, painstakingly, sealed her skin back together. Just yesterday it had been Clint who laid here, healing a bullet wound in his side.
Charlie didn't have nearly as cool of a story.
She got sliced up by some glass.
"Have I ever let you down?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. The clouds outside the window floated past them as the quinjet flew through the midday sky towards Africa. No matter how many times she rode on the quinjet, she never got bored of the view.
"Actually, that time when we played charades a couple weeks ago," Charlie reminded him. She craned her neck slightly, trying get a better look at him without moving her back. "You were absolute shit-"
"Language," came a deep voice from the doorway.
Charlie didn't even have to move her head to know who it was. "Hi, Pops," she mumbled.
She felt his cool, calloused hand brush her hair off her sweaty neck and she closed her eyes, soaking in the feeling. Steve squatted down so he was eye level with her, a small smile on his face.
"You doing okay?" Tony stood behind them, his big brown eyes flickering along the skin of her back, watching the tiny lasers do their job. He had a single stitch above his left eyebrow from last night's fight, covered in a tiny white bandage. Charlie noticed he was holding his hands behind his back.
He was nervous.
"Never better," Charlie forced a grin. "Guess you got what you wanted, Dad. I couldn't go on this mission even if I wanted to."
"You can be our backup next time, doll," Steve promised. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "The lab isn't going anywhere. Besides, this isn't an official mission. It's more of a..."
"Spontaneous meetup?" Tony offered.
"Why do I have a feeling that it's gonna be a lot more violent than that?" Charlie winced. "Ow. My foot just fell asleep."
"Don't worry about us, kiddo." Tony assured her, seeing right through the change in the subject. "Just trust the process. You'll be good as new in a couple hours."
Steve's lips were pursed as he watched his daughter's skin slowly stitch itself back together. "Are we sure this is a good idea?" he asked Tony as Charlie's eyes fell shut, still sleepy from the drugs. "To have her on the quinjet while we do this?"
