Hello, this is my first Captain America fic. I'd like to thank my brother, who's thinks Captain America is the greatest character on the silver screen. And I'd like to thank 'Winterbeauti' for their inspirational Captain America fic 'Ask her to dance,' which really motivated me to write this story. Their story is still a work in progress, but I heartily reccomend it to those who haven't read it yet. My fic won't be perfect, but I shall attempt to follow the movies to the best of my abilities.
Copyrights to Marvel I don't own Captain America
A melody from the sky
Annette Tyler pushed the office door to Stark Industries open and held her breath for a moment. The view was spectacular, she didn't particularly care for the décor, but then she preferred a more classic look.
Annette walked up towards the desk, where Tony Stark had his COD, Pepper Potts, in his lap and he was grinning. She cleared her throat and pepper immediately got off his lap. Tony pouted, but he gave Pepper a fond reminder of what they'd be getting back to by promptly patting her rear end.
Pepper stepped away and smoothed her hair. She had a professional posture and face, but her pink cheeks and glowing eyes tattled on what was really going on in her mind. "I'm sorry," she said as she brushed a strand of hair back from her face. "we didn't realize we had another appointment."
She cleared her throat and nodded. "It's ok. I won't be long."
"Then make it fast." Tony said with a careless grin. "Then we can get about our business."
"Tony." Pepper said, with a hint of a warning in her voice.
"Sorry." He tilted his head. "Incidentally, what is this meeting about? Did you say?"
"I didn't. No one knows why I'm here. But you may recall I was quite adamant about meeting you."
"Most women are." Pepper said. "Now, what are you here for?"
Straightening her shoulders, she reached into her attaché case and pulled out the worn photo of her mother with Howard Stark. She remembered reading in an article that Mr. Stark didn't like things being passed to him. So she handed the photo to Pepper.
"This," she explained carefully. "is a picture of my mother."
"And," Tony said. "this is important because? Or do you make a habit of showing your mother's photo before you begin buisness meetings?"
Pepper nodded and her gaze narrowed as she studied the photograph. It was her mother and Howard Stark, curled up on a hammock in beach apparel. On the back, written in semi-faded ink were the words. A reminder of the happiest day I ever spent with you. Love, Howard.
She handed Pepper a letter as well. "There are more letters as well," she was doing her best to keep her voice from quivering, but her hands were shaking. "but I've yet to find where my mother hid them."
"Did you two forget that I'm here?" Tony said. "What is this about?"
Pepper turned the photograph towards him. "Look."
Tony's face stiffened momentarily, before he took the picture and stared closely at it. She spoke after several long and awkward moments of silence. "I wanted to talk to you privately first." She inhaled and blurted out. "I-I may be your little sister."
At those words, Tony Stark glowered at her as he got up from his chair. "Get the hell out of here."
She blinked. "Wait a minute."
"Get out! Now!" He threw the photo and the letter at her, his brown eyes blazing with barely restrained anger. "Get this junk out of here!"
"Tony." Pepper said. "Calm down!"
"I won't." He said. "This is obviously an attempt to smear my father's name and extort money from me!"
"I don't want your money." She said. "I only want to find out the truth."
"The truth!" He snapped. "You have alot of nerve to say that to me."
"Yes!" She said. "I thought you'd appreciate me bringing this to you first. Is this your father's writing, because it isn't my mother's and she never married."
"Handwriting can be easily faked. Have you any hardcore proof?" He demanded. "DNA test results? Anything like that?"
"I thought about getting a test. But I didn't, because someone might leak-"
"And you thought you'd save me the trouble of suing someone for libel."
"No. I didn't want to see your face on any more magazines when I check out of the grocery store." She shifted her purse on her shoulder. "I came here to find out the truth, but since you won't help me, I'll find out on my own who I am!"
"Tony," Pepper said. "I really think you should-"
He spun around. "NO! I will not think about this. I've had enough of people and their ridiculious claims."
Her eyes narrowed. "It really must be true if you're reacting this way." He glowered darkly at her, probably wishing he had his suit on so he could blow her to kingdom come. "Well, the egg's on your face Tony Stark!"
"Why don't you take that egg and photo, and make an omelet together? Now get out!"
"I will!" She said. "As soon I finish what I have to say!"
Pepper shook her head and stepped forward. "I really don't advise-"
"No. Because he needs to hear this." She looked at Pepper. "I don't care about fortune or fame. I'm a dancer; I live and love the simple life. All I wanted was the truth, which I got in a harsh, roundabout way." Her eyes began to prickle and she blinked rapidly. She would not cry in front of him. "I'm actually disgusted." Pepper's eyebrows arched in surprise. "I never liked Tony Stark." Tony spun back around towards her, his eyes blazing. "I never liked Iron man either."
"Hey!" He snapped at her.
But she ignored him. "I find both sides of the person to be very disagreeable and the mere idea that the same blood is running through our veins makes me want to vomit!"
"Have you anymore to say?" He shouted at her.
"I won't say anymore because I have nothing more to say!"
She turned and walked out of the building. She could hear Pepper began talking to Tony, but he was angry, he was shouting. She made it to the door and shut it just as the tears and sobs she'd been fighting at bay hit her. She covered her mouth and hurried forward as the tears blinded her eyes.
For the first time in years, she stepped on her own foot and was caught off balance. She stumbled and fell forward, but she had the sense to put her hands in front of her and roll. Her shoulder slammed into the edge of a desk and she groaned as it hit her hard. She lay there on the floor for a moment, looking up at the ceiling, while nursing her aching shoulder.
"Ma'am? Are you all right?" She gasped and bolted upright, wiping her eyes frantically. Her mascara was probably all over her face by now.
"I'm…fine." Her voice kept cracking and the tears just wouldn't stop flowing. "If you're….going to see….Mr. Stark, I'd….advise against it." She shook her head. "He's in….a very bad," that's when she looked up to find a man knelt beside her, holding her attaché case, and his face was close to hers. "mood."
His blue eyes widened in surprise. "Tony did this?"
"He made me cry, but I'm-"
She never got to finish the words. His eyes flared and turned and stomped up to the door just as Tony and Pepper came out of the door, still shouting and screaming at each other. Next thing she knew, the man threw a punch that connected with Tony's jaw! The impact was hard enough to send him crashing against the wall, actually fracturing the drywall!
"Steve!" Pepper shrieked as she ran over to Tony.
"What is with you Cap?!" Tony shouted. "Have you gone crazy?!"
Cap? That was short for Captain. Her mouth sagged. No. It couldn't be. She studied the handsome face; the masculine build and the blood drained away from her face as she realized that she'd involuntarily caused Captain America to punch Tony Stark!
She gasped and covered her mouth. He turned towards and pulled her up. "Have you gone crazy?" He demanded. "What could a fragile girl like her do to you that you'd find it necessary to get rough enough with her to make her start crying her eyes out?"
"I'm fine." She croaked.
He ignored her as he glowered at Tony. "What'd she do?"
"Steve," Pepper shouted. "will you take her out of her, now?!"
"I want an answer now!"
"Please," she said touching his arm. He jumped and glanced down at her. "He's not worth it. He's not worth anything. But thank you, for doing what I wanted to do, but couldn't."
With that, she turned and walked towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the floor. "Wait!" He called as she pushed the main lobby button. "Ma'am." She turned towards him as he got inside the elevator with her. He handed her the attaché case that he'd been holding onto. "You forgot this, and what was this about?"
She shook her head. "You have to work with him, you really shouldn't have done that."
"No man should make a woman cry like that." He said gently. "No man." She smiled. "Why don't you help me understand why I hit Tony?" She reached into the attaché case and handed him the photo. His eyes narrowed. "That's Howard Stark. Who's the woman?"
She exhaled and looked away. "My mother." He looked at her, his calm expression unreadable. "Taken the week before Mr. and Mrs. Stark died. I was born a year later."
"So," he said slowly. "you're…Tony's sister?"
"I don't know. I should take a DNA test but I thought maybe he'd like to perform the test privately, but, he wants nothing to do with me." She exhaled. "But that is just as well, I want nothing from him, nor do I want anything to do with him." She looked around the elevator, realizing it was glass. She groaned. "Swell," she leaned forward and rubbed at the mascara stains. "I look like I've been crying ink."
"You just said, 'swell,' I thought people don't use it anymore."
She nodded. "Most people don't, but I am not most people." She then turned towards. "I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you're Captain America. I'm just so used to people making comments about my outdated slang."
He grinned. "I know what you mean."
The elevator door dinged open and she secretly wished that the 80-floor elevator ride hadn't been so short. She held out her hand. "Goodbye, Steve."
He didn't release her hand. "We're at a disadvantage. You know who I am," his blue eyes probed her face, studying it intently. "but I don't know who you are."
She felt her throat close momentarily. "Annette Tyler."
He nodded and smiled. "Annette, a nice name. And, if one wanted to see you again, where would one find you?"
"Uhhmm," she tugged her hand free and reached into her clutch to hand him her business card. "this is my work and home. I don't have a cell phone though, so you'd have to leave a message."
His eyes narrowed. "You don't have a cellphone? How come?"
"I don't get out much." She shrugged. "I mainly spend my life at the studio. I don't really have much of a life, besides, there's no one to call me."
"I only had my mother."
She frowned slightly. "You're certainly asking a lot of questions."
He blushed a little. "Sorry."
She arched a brow, feeling a little bold. "When most men ask a woman various questions, it means one thing."
"And what would that mean?
"That they're interested."
He grinned. "I'd say….there's a very distinct possibility."
Her mouth dropped open in surprise. He laughed lightly at her expression and a dinging sound caused him to sober. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what she assumed was his avenger's ID, and studied it. He exhaled. "I've got to go. May I, see you again?"
She flushed and smiled. "I hope you will." She felt her face warmer. "But, we can only see each other again, if you let me go now."
"Right!" He said. "Sorry."
She turned to walk away; she could feel his eyes his eyes boring into her back. She turned and waved with a smile. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." He then hit the button on the elevator, and a moment later, he was gone.
Annette smiled and walked out of Stark Industries in a daze. Her heart was lighter, her head was in the clouds, her feet were off the ground and the sun shown brighter around her. And it was all thanks to Captain Steve Rogers. There was a melody from the sky, a beautiful one, that only they seemed to be hearing.