Aurelia Stark, the girl with everything. Only daughter of billionaire, Tony Stark, she has anything a girl could of ever wish for. But when her father goes missing in the Afghanistan desert, the cracks in her seemingly perfect life start to show.
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TW:depictions of rape
August 3rd 2008 Malibu, California
Since Dad got back, I've sort of been avoiding him as much as I can. I know. I'm an awful person. But I don't want him to find out about my job at S.H.I.E.L.D, and I am the worst secret keeper in history. Seriously, it's an issue. Also, Fury is constantly on my ass about what Dad's been up to. I've had to make some BS about how 'I'm not allowed in the workshop' and 'he doesn't tell me anything'. So yeah, I've been avoiding my own father like the plague. I haven't asked any questions about what he's been working on while he's locked away in his lab. What I don't know can't hurt me, right?
So, I'm minding my own business. Tonight's the annual Benefit for the Firefighter's Family Fund or something like that. I haven't actually been to a party in... three months- since my birthday. This party isn't going to be anything like my birthday though, less mini dresses and shots, more floor-length dresses, and old, rich people. Hey ho, a party's a party. Honestly, I'm not even sure Dad's invited. Obie's being really weird about the whole Afghanistan thing, he's probably just concerned about Dad and the company. Hell, he's known Dad longer than I have.
With a lot of intensive labor, blood, sweat, and tears, I'm ready to go. Some stylist picked out a gorgeous red dress, with a train that flows behind me as I move. Not to brag, but even I would do me right now. I arrive in front of the concert hall in the Audi I stole from Dad. What? He won't even notice it's missing; besides, his car collection is nice. The man has a lot of flaws but you can't fault him on his car collection. As I walk up the carpeted steps towards the building, dozens of cameras flash my way, so I give them a smile and a wave.
"Miss Stark! Miss Stark! Aurelia!", reporters yell.
I glance at them with a fake smile, deciding to throw them a bone, "Hi!"
