The Experimental Avenger

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten- Popcorn and Lollipops

"So what exactly do you do? Do I have to feed you, or take you out, or anything? Is this Fury pulling a prank? He seemed pretty pissed after I got into all their data. Did Natasha put you up to this?" So Tony totally didn't believe that I was related to him.

"No, I'm really related to you. As disgusting as that is." I decided to let my sarcasm and quick wits teach Tony a lesson. I made a disgusted face and looked Tony up and down.

"I'd think that any kid of mine would be more good looking, I'm disappointed. What'd you say your name was? No, never mind, I'm calling you Samantha." Oh he did not just say that.

"Um, I definitely a name of my own. It's Kimberly. Plus, you're the one who said I have a nice-"

"No! I said 'might', that being the key word there." Well, apparently someone was too perfect to admit his mistakes. Not that I blamed him, hitting on your own child in front of your girlfriend is not the smartest thing a guy can do.

"Sir, your popcorn is finished in the downstairs microwave." Jarvis was so respectful! He always said sir and ma'am and everyone loves a British accent. How did Tony program an artificial intelligence that was so polite when he was so.... himself?

Tony and I glanced at each other and readied to make a run for the food. Tony might know the way better, but one of us was obviously in better shape when it came to sprinting.

"Race you!" Tony then started running around the back of the elevator and to a spiral stair case. I decided to take a chance, hopped on the railing and crossed my fingers that I wouldn't fall. As I slid past Tony I saluted him.

"Ugh, you're just like Capsicle!" He called after me. I had to stop for a moment when I reached the bottom. I didn't fall! As I was celebrating my mini victory, Tony races past me.

"Hey!"

"You snooze you lose, Sammy!" He turned and called over his shoulder. I shut my eyes tightly and imagined myself in front of a microwave with a hot bag of popcorn as Tony rounded a corner. I was greatly rewarded.

As my dad came skidding around the bend he was greeted with the sight of me siting on the counter with a full bag if buttery goodness in my lap.

"But you were, and now you're, what just happened? No one beats Tony Stark in a food race." He kept making all these hand gestures as he spoke. He talked with his hands almost as much as he talked with his mouth, which is saying a lot.

"Well, you just got pushed to second place. There is a new champion in this household!" I stuffed a handful of popcorn in my mouth. So. Good.

"But because I'm such a generous person, I'll share." I held the bag out teasingly. "You know you want it!" I shook it and Tony walked over and snatched the bag away from me.

"Alright kid, that was pretty good. For you, I can make an exception to my kid rule."

"Aww, you can tolerate me! How sweet." I hoped off the counter and followed Tony back up the stairs. "Can I actually have more though? Because that's really good popcorn."

"You think I would allow crappy popcorn in this house?" He placed a handful of the tasty kernels into my waiting hands.

"Hey, I don't know, like me you might enjoy cheap lollipops and other random candid that everyone else thinks is crap." I shrugged. Cheap candy was my downfall.

"You like lollipops, huh? I got something you gotta try." Was I supposed to be scared?

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