I pulled the gun quickly into the back of my pants, and held my hand behind my back again. He growled as he scuffled around, searching for something. His eyes turned to me, reflecting the same color as mine. I flinched as I slid my hand back into its plastic prison, the gun biting into my back under my shirt. Sinclair came to me, a knife clenched in his fist. He held it to my cheek and I pulled away from its sharp metal touch. He moved quickly to my wrists, cutting the ties wordlessly. A hand in my hair, he yanked me to my feet as the sound of crashing met my ears. Hope sparked in my eyes as he hauled my limp body along.

I tried to walk, but my muscles wouldn't obey from being stationary for so long. They screamed in protest as I shuffled beside my captor, his hand yanking me along by my locks.

Yes, I lost hair from this.

The crashing dulled to distant thudding footsteps. I was shoved to the ground, sprawling on my back into an adjacent room. August held me at gunpoint, a black gun in his hand. He moved to just behind me, and the footsteps grew closer until a metal mask peaked around the corner.

I shook in pure joy as my dad, in his war machine suit shuffled around the corner. His glowing eyes trailed on me, then to Sinclair. The weapon on his shoulder clinked into position and behind me, Sinclair pulled me into a choke hold.

I felt the metal press to the side of my head and I took a shuddering breath. I saw a waver in Dee's stance and I nearly wept when he spoke.

"Give me my daughter back." Dee growled and I felt Sinclair push the gun further into my head. I felt it bite into my flesh and I slid my hand behind my back as I closed my eyes shut.

"Shut up, Rhodes. Your daughter? What have you turned her into?" Sinclair spat, venom in his tone.

My hand grabbed the gun, finger twiddling with the trigger.

"She's far more to me than she ever was to you. I saved her. I chose to save her. From you, Auggie. Let her go. I'll save her again, even if it means I have to kill you."

I opened my eyes to see Dee holding his ground. I smiled, tears falling down my face. I didn't know it was possible for me to cry any more. "I love you, Dad. So much." I nodded against the gun pressed to my head.

I pulled the shiny silver gun from my pants and set it under my chin. "Back off, Auggie." I growled as he gasped.

Dee stumbled backwards yet fell silent as Auggie slowly pulled away from me. I was still in gun range, and I knew it. I jammed the gun further into my skin, willing myself to be strong. "I'll say it once more. Back. Off." I hissed. "They won't give you what you want if I'm dead. Back away from me." Slowly, he pulled away and set his gun in the floor next to me. In a flash, I turned to point the gun at him. Dee followed suit.

I paced, Spider senses tingling the entire time. I felt on edge, and I couldn't keep my cool for much longer. I turned to face Tony, who was in his newest Ironman suit.

"Please. I need to see her."

"Kid, I've already told you, Rhodey is doing it. He's got the most cool, surprisingly, out of all of us. It's gonna be okay." He said and gave me a glare when I opened my mouth to protest.

I sat on the ground, holding my head in my hands, pulling my hair.

"Nice suit."

I scoffed and looked back up at Mr. Stark. "Seriously?"

He laughed and I shook my head. "Stark tech. The best kind."

I rolled my eyes and looked my Spider-man suit over. Of course it was nice. He made it. "You enjoy blowing sunshine up your butt, huh, Mr. Stark?"

"Of course. No one else will do it."

Auggie's eyes grew wide as I narrowed mine. I stood, willing my body to obey. Holding the gun at him, I took a step forward. "I'm not your daughter. I never was. And you know what? You're right. I have changed. Dee made me who I am today. And I thank God that I'm like him and not like you." I spat and he crawled towards his gun. He grabbed it quick, and matched my gun with his, pointed to my face.

Dee glanced from one of us to another. His weapons lowered at August, and he threatened to shoot.

August threatened to shoot me.

He began yelling at Dee.
Dee retaliated.

I winced at the sound of a gun being fired. I slid to the ground in response, pain shooting into my shoulder. A yell enveloped my ears as Sinclair flopped over, blood oozing from his chest.

I shot him. I had shot my biological father.

I shot up at the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance to the base. I pulled my mask over my head, instantly regretting it as I saw Rhodey's head appear from the stairs. In his arms was his battered and bruised daughter, her hair a tangled mess and her swollen face a wild assortment of colors. In an instant, I had scooped her into my arms, holding her to my chest. I slid to the ground, pressing kisses to her forehead repeatedly. My tears mixed with hers as she opened her eyes and threw her arms around my neck.

"I just got your dads approval! You weren't supposed to go and get kidnapped right after!" I muttered as I pressed my forehead against hers.

She let out a breathy laugh and shook her head oh so softly. "Whoops!"