The gym is my favourite place to be. Whenever I'm there, I can forget all of the stupid shit that's happening in the world. I can forget whatever stupid shit Dad is caught up in, and I can forget Papa's tendency to get angry when he's working on a new suit. And the best thing about it is that I can forget my fake popularity at school. And by fake, I mean I only have it because of my dads.
Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Iron Man and Captain America. Everyone knows who they are, and I never get a quiet moment at school. It doesn't help that I only got weakened versions of Dad's abilities, and Papa isn't done with the suit he's making me. He's trying to keep it a secret, but I've seen him working on it.
"You up for a spar?" A female voice asks, making me snap out of my thoughts. I turn to see Aunt Nat.
"Um..." I look at the clock. 7:30am. "I shouldn't really. I need to get ready for school, and I've already been training for an hour."
"Fair enough," Aunt Nat says, tightening the straps around her hands before pulling on a pair of boxing gloves. "Say hi to your dads for me."
"I will," I smile. "Save me a spar for this afternoon." I hop into the lift and press the button to Papa's floor. I own a little over half a floor in Stark Tower: half of it is on Papa's floor, and the other half is on Dad's floor. It'd be nice to have a floor to myself, but I'm fine with a third from each dad right now.
Walking into my part of Papa's floor, I head straight to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror, there is sweat dripping from my forehead and my hair is sticking to my head. I untie my ponytail with a sigh, stripping and hopping into the shower. The hot water runs down my body and warms my muscles, relaxing them after my hour of training.
I get out and begin to get ready, starting with drying off. I pull on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a simple white peplum shirt. I tie my hair in a loosened braid, then set to work on my makeup. I don't wear it because everyone expects me to or because society wants me to. It just makes me feel more comfortable with myself.
I take the lift down to the main floor, the place that we normally get breakfast. When I arrive, Dad is already there. "Hey Dad," I smile, sitting down.
"Hey super soldier." He slides a plate of breakfast towards me and I roll my eyes as I begin to eat. He started calling me that when I was 6 and he hasn't stopped for 11 years.
"You know you don't have to call me that."
"I know, but I want to. It suits you."
"It's literally your name."
"No, I'm Captain America."
"Ugh, you're so annoying sometimes." As if on cue, Papa walks into the room.
"Hey, iron heart," He smiles, kissing Dad on the cheek. I roll my eyes and fake gag. They're cute, but it's my duty as a daughter to be grossed out. It takes me a surprisingly quick amount of time to finish my breakfast, only a few minutes. That time is spent watching Dad and Papa flirt with a disgusted look on my face that is minorly true.
I finish my breakfast finally and put the dishes in the sink. "I'm gonna head to school."
"See you this afternoon, Blythe," Dad and Papa say in unison. I smile as I head to the lift, taking my backpack with me. I head down to the floor where Papa keeps all of his sports cars. Which, to be fair, isn't that much, but it's more than the average person.
I walk over to the motorbike section. I see Aunt Nat's few and grab one of my own. I'm feeling the coral and gold one today. I rest on the seat as I pull on my helmet, fitting it on so that it won't ruin my hair or makeup. I press the button on the wall to open to floor door, and ride out when it's open far enough.
Motorbiking is probably my other 'place' to be. The wind in my hair, the feeling of freedom. Ugh, it's indescribable. I just love it. I flit between cars as I make my way to school, beginning my twenty minute drive.
When I finally arrive, everyone stares. They all know it's me, and everyone wants me to see them. I always do, but I get dragged away before I can make new friends.
"Blythe! You're here!" My bestie Mikayla yells as I park the bike and take my helmet off.
"Where else was I going to be?" I laugh. We walk into school together, heading towards my locker.
"How's your dad?"
"Which one? I have two."
"You know which one."
"I've already told you, your girl crush is weird. I know he's ripped but he's my dad, Mikayla. It's just weird."
"Yeah the Stark internship is going really well," I overhear. "Mr Stark says he might even let me work with Blythe on one of her projects." I turn slightly to see Peter Parker talking to his best friend Ned at their lockers. My cheeks burn as a blush spreads over them.
Mikayla sees this but doesn't say much. "Hey, you heard him. He wants to spend time with you. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yeah. Yeah, it kinda is."
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