Natasha Stark: Arrival

Chapter 34:

Tony: My neck wouldn't move. All the sudden I watch as Natasha faded, and then disappeared. I screamed. "Tony!" Carol asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tasha," I said.

"What?" Carol asked, "Who is Tasha?"

I blink a few time. How could she not remember? My daughter. My smart, beautiful daughter.

All the sudden it made sense. He got rid of Tasha. I shot up towards the Storyteller. I landed on top of him, my hands at his neck.

"Bring her back," I shouted.

"Who?" the Storyteller asked with a half grin, "You mean the daughter you never had?"

"TASHA!" I shouted, "Bring her back or I'll rip out your tongue with these two fingers."

"So you can never get her back?" the Storyteller asked, "For a genius that seems rather stupid."

His words basically kicked me in the stomach. He was right. He had just written his plea deal.

I looked around the roof. Then I realized something. Tasha never existed. There was no collar. I turned the Storyteller on his back, ripping his hood off. I wrapped the hood around his mouth.

"We're taking you to the Avengers," I said.

I paused. Then I sored towards the soldiers. Then landed on the plane.

"Turn off the battle," I instructed. I undid his gag.

"AND THE BATTLE CAME TO A STOP, THE SOLDIERS NOW KNOWING OF THEIR DOINGS," the Storyteller said calmly. "I have no use for them now."

"Gavin," Carol said, "What happened.

"Nothing you couldn't have done something about," the Storyteller said.

"Time for justice," Steve said, eyes dark.

"Bring her back first," I said.

"Who?" Romanoff asked.

"Tasha," I said.

"Who's Tasha?" Steve asked.

"My daughter," I said, "She's amazing, and smart, and sassy, and funny, and beautiful, and you were in love with her."

"I doubt it," Steve said, crossing his arms.

"Tony, this guy probably messed with your sanity," Carol said.

"NO!" I shouted, "I know you guys don't remember her, but she's everything I can think about. I know you guys don't know who she is, but she's one of only a few people I've bothered to try to learn everything about."

"I'm not stupid Tony," the Storyteller interjected, "You have to make me an offer."

I sighed. It was obvious. "I'll give you your freedom," I said.

"That's not what I want," the Storyteller said.

"How should I know what you want?" I asked.

"Tasha knew," the Storyteller said.

"How about this," I said, "You bring back Tasha, and I'll give you anything you want, and any sum of money. None of it matters if I don't have her."

"That's sweet," the Storyteller said, "Too bad I'm not looking for sentiment."

"What are you looking for?" I asked, "You can have it all."

"Tony," Carol said, "Not a good idea."

"I don't care," I said.

"I want to be a part of SHIELD," the Storyteller said, "I want to see Nick Fury say the words."

"Bring my daughter back and its yours," I said.

"No," the Storyteller said.

"Gavin," Carol said, "Bring her back and I'll back it up,"

"Carol," the Storyteller said, "I'm touched."

"Me too," Bruce said, "I'll back you up."

"I want to hear it from Romanoff," the Storyteller said, "Is that going to work?"

She looked between us all.

"I'll get Fury on the phone," she said, rolling her eyes. She walked five feet away, then dialed her phone.

"Starks gone nuts," she said, "And now the Storyteller has a plea deal." She sat quiet for a moment, "He wants to join SHIELD." There was a long silence. "Bruce and Carol back it up in hopes of getting Stark back to normal." She walked over and pressed a button.

"Storyteller," Fury said, "Is there something you can do to fix Stark." I growled under my breath. I wasn't nuts.

"Yes, but I need confirmation I'll be joining SHIELD," he said.

"I'll give you what you want if it gets Stark back. We can't have him running around like a nut job with more fire power than the Military," Fury said.

"Sir," Clint Barton said.

"Do it Storyteller," Fury ordered.

The Storyteller smiled. "AND TASHA STARK REAPPEARED ALONG WITH EVERYONES MEMORY OF HER."

I watched as Tasha materialized on the roof. She fell backward, falling towards the ground. I shot out. But before I could get to her she shrugged, rolled each of her shoulders back three times, and flew towards us. She flew to the Storyteller. In a slipt second she slapped the collar over his throat and the net went over his lips.

"Shut up," she said, to him, "And never mess with me again."

In that moment I finally let out a breath.