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Today started like any other saturday. I actually had a lie in and got on with some of the house work that I've been putting off all week. I didn't have to be at the foundry until five, so I decided on doing some shopping.
I was just about to leave the house when my phone starts to ring. I answer assuming its just Ray with a question about the A.T.O.M. suit.
"Hello."
"She answers my calls!" Comes a voice I know only too well.
I curse myself for not checking my caller I.D., a mistake I won't be making again any time soon.
"Hi dad." I say, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.
I guess it didn't work.
"You could sound a little bit more happier! Although im assuming you only answered by accident? Would it be too much for you to actually except my calls. On purpose! "
"I know, im sorry. Can I call you back later? Im in the middle of something at the moment."
"Really? Because it looks like your just standing outside your front door, letting all of the heat out."
"What?!"
My head shoots up as I look for some kind of camera. Ha, if only! Instead I find my dad leaning against the side of a black SUV, with a rather large group of people standing akwardly a few feet away.
I sigh loudly and hang up my phone. There goes my shopping trip.
Dad starts walking towards me, but he looks really tired, so I decide to go easy on him.
He wraps me up in a quick hug.
"They dont know your my daughter" he whispers in my ear as he pulls away.
I give him a quick nod, and he waves the rest of his team over.
When everyone comes over, I clap my hands together and put on my best S.H.I.E.L.D. persona.
"So director Coulson. What can I do for you this time?"