The Breeze [Tony Starks Daughter]

3. Wake up! Shopping Time

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Wake up Skylar!" Someone yells in my ear.

"Shut up!" I yell right back. God what can a kid do around here to get some sleep? Where am I again? Oh yeah I think Tony Stark is my father. Unless that was all a dream. Which it might have been.

"Get up now!" Someone yells again. Why can't I recognize the voice. Who the hell is this person? I guess there's only one way to find out. I look over my eyes squinting from the light. It's Clint! Yay it wasn't a dream!

I'm gonna kill him! Who does he think he is waking me up?! Bipolar much Skylar?

"Seriously Clint! You don't wake a girl up at -" I look over at the clock and it blinks brightly: 1:30 p.m.
"1:30!" I finish saying outraged. What can I say? I like to sleep in.

"Seriously you've been sleeping the whole day! Your going shopping with Natasha and Pepper in five minutes. I thought you were already awake. Who sleeps in this late?" Clint says. 5 minutes! It takes me way longer than five minutes to get ready!

"Me, Clint! I sleep in this late! Some people like to sleep in on Saturdays! And five minutes! I can't get ready in five minutes!" I yell. You never wake me up. I like to wake up on my own time. That's a warning to you all!

"Yeah well I guess you better hurry up." Clint says exiting my room. Wait did he actually think I was going to get ready now? Hell no! I'm going back to bed. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep once again gaining back my dreams.

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"Skylar! Are you not up yet? You were supposed to be down stairs an hour ago!" Natasha yells, waking me from my beauty sleep. I put my pillow over my head.

"I don't wanna," I groan loudly like a five year old.

"Either you get up or I'll drag you out of bed," Natasha yells. You would think getting threatened by an assassin would make me get up... but your wrong cause I'm me.

"Try your luck," I mumble under the pillow.

"Try my luck? You weigh like 50 pounds," Natasha laughs.

"Meh," I mumble back. I hear my door open. I look over and see Tony standing there with a sassy hand on his hip.

"What's with the sass?" I ask holding in a laugh.

"Get up Sky," Tony says. What is it with everyone wanting me up?

"Make me," I say back, not expecting him to do anything. I hear footsteps edge towards my bed. Then I'm attacked! Not really. Tony slings me over his shoulder and stops by Natasha.

"And that's how it's done," he says sassily to Natasha. Whats with the sass today Tony. At least he seems to be in a better mood then Yesterday. Tony walks out of my room and down to the kitchen where I can smell pancakes being made.