Hi guys, actually no one is reading this yet but I hope that starts soon. I will be posting on Mondays and Fridays though I'm posting this first chapter early, I really hope you like it,
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"Those who escape Hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that"
It was late.
Very late. If anyone had seen the hooded figure slipping through the streets, they would have paused, and wondered. It's funny how human nature is to wonder.
But no one did see, and so no one did wonder.
Interesting how things turn out.
The shadow had reached the busier part of the city now, and retreating further into the cover of the darkness, they kept going. And going. And going.
And then the shadow stopped. And rang the doorbell. Odd that the Avengers tower would have such an old fashioned thing, a door bell.
"Please state your name and query,"
A metallic voice rang out.
"I-I'm a... friend... of Tony Stark,"
"I'm sorry, you are not in the database, I cannot let you enter."
"Please, please just... just tell him I'm here. He'll know me..."
"And what would he know you by?"
"Robyn.... Robyn Jarvis."
There was a pause.
"You are dead. Every file says this."
"I guess not."
Silence was once more restored to the place. Robyn tugged at the loose strands of hair protruding from under her hood, the black flannel shrouding her body. It might have just been the light but she looked sunken. Broken. And maybe, just maybe a little scared.
The door slammed open.
A man stood there, a silhouette in the soft glow coming from within. His dark hair was tousled, messy even, and he was wearing an oversized t-shirt with a Beatles thingy on. It wasn't the Tony Stark the public knew. This was an unsure, chaotic man with more things on his mind than money, despite what people said.
And right now one of the top things in his head stood right in front of him.
"You're not her," a rough voice said, it's tone deepened by emotion. "You can't be..."
Grabbing Robyn's wrist Tony pulled her into the light.
"Get that hood off!"
Robyn pulled down her hood. The light struck her features at an odd angle, making her look almost alien. The yellow caught on her dirty copper locks, cut messily to her shoulders, and the odd violet/grey eyes flashed, deepening the hollow cheekbones and sunken eyes of the girl.
"No.
No it can't be you it's not allowed to be you..."
She just looked at him.
"Where have you been?... why do you look so... so young? It's been 21 years... I-"
Tony stuttered, dragging her into the hall and slamming the door.
"Please can I stay here.." she whispered.
Tony stared deep into her eyes.
"You're not the same person you once were."
"Neither are you,"
"Where have you been... they said you were dead. I thought you were dead."
Robyn bowed her head.
"Here."
And with that she pressed a small usb stick into Tony's hand.
"This... this has everything on. Everything about me.
Please let me stay. And once you've seen the content of that thing... just... just promise me you'll try not to think of me too badly."
"I.. WAIT—"
Robyn collapsed. Grabbing her, Tony picked her up, surprised at how light she felt, and staggered up the stairs.
He pushed his way into a huge, open room, with 4 other people sprawled across the furniture
Gesturing for a muscular blond to get off the sofa he placed Robyn down and crouched down, peering at her closed off face.
"TONY-What-"
"Who is SHE!"
"What!!"
"Get out. Please." Tony pleaded.
"But... who is she?" A redhead women questioned, her confusion mirroring the rest of the room.
"Nat. Steve. I promise I'll clear this up tomorrow."
"Alright." Natasha replied, "c'mon Steve, Clint. You too Bruce."
They walked out of the room, their puzzlement clear.
Steve paused at the doorway.
"Uh, Tony I have to ask. She's not...'one of yours' is she?"
Tony paused, before he chuckled, bemused.
"Nah don't worry about that, can't believe you'd think... hah!"
But here his tone sobered and he looked Steve dead in the eyes.
"You're going to have to trust me on this one, Steve. Please."
Steve nodded, his eyes on the sofa.
"Whatever she's been through, I'm glad I wasn't there. She looks half starved."
He strode out of the room.
Tony looked at the figure on the sofa, and curled his hand around the USB stick. Striding over to the nearby desktop he switched it on, and plugged it into the back.
He clicked on the folder that came up.
The report read the following:
Robyn Jarvis
Adopted, 1984 to Edwin and Ana Jarvis
Training-
bladesmithing,
locksmithing,
recorded pick pocket,
several forms of advanced martial arts,
Hungarian,
Russian,
Italian,
French,
Arabic,
German
Record- the destruction of
S.I.H.T,
M.M.A
Over 78 recorded deaths around the world.
Submitted by G.R
Tony clicked on the other files, starting to feel sick at what he'd find. Records of bombings, newspaper reports, even few medical files. Emails to head criminal industries, even S.H.I.E.L.D.
All written to the Grim Reaper.
And they sounded scared.
"What have you done..." Tony whispered. But the sleeping girl on the sofa didn't wake up. Tony sighed. He was worried, of course he was, but with the whole aliens and portals things that had happened recently, finding out his old butlers daughter was an assassin wasn't actually that surprising. Still, he'd have to hear her side of the story in the morning. Staring at Robyn he reached out and grabbed a blanket, draping it over her skinny body.
"21 years..." he whispered again.
21 years since he'd last seen the seven year old girl, still recovering from pneumonia, after his parents funeral. 19 years since he heard that his only good father figure in the world was dead, joining the Starks, along with his 9 year old daughter. And yet here she was in front of him. She should have been around 28, but she looked 20ish. Maybe younger.
Running his hands through his hair, Tony went to join the others. He'd sort this out in the morning. If he slept at all that was.
"Well that's 2 crazy assassins we've got in the house now,"
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Fanfiction(Bucky x Main Character ) Robyn. Born to Edwin and Ana Jarvis in 1984. now, standing on the doorstep, in 2012, she looks no older than twenty five. The Avengers tower was the last place she could turn, and in fact, she was rather reluctant to do so...
