Chapter 21
Soon to be seventeen year old Emily Stark trailed behind her father as he made sure everyone was ready for the mission, stomping her feet every chance she got and pouting every time he turned around. Her brown and slightly bouncy hair reached her shoulder blades and her blue eyes showed how pissed off she was. "Why can't I come with you?" She asked for the millionth time that morning. Tony rolled his eyes, he was getting tired of having to reject his daughter. "Because this isn't a job for The Golden Alliance!" He snapped. Emily took a step back. Tony sighed. "Plus your mother doesn't want you to fight with us." Emily crossed her arms. "Why?" "For starters, he doesn't want you to get hurt. But he also doesn't want Loki to use you the same way he used Clint the last time we fought
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