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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Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake I let precious time go by Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny -Slipping Through My Fingers, ABBA
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30th May 2010 Stark Mansion, Malibu
After I left my now wrecked home, Pepper let me stay over at hers, which is something I'm not unfamiliar with. I used to stay there a few times a year as a kid, every time Dad would go into a slump.
It was always around Christmas time, around the anniversary of Grandma and Grandpa's death. He'd lock himself down in the lab; he'd drink and he'd drink, then he'd come out and blow the house down. Don't get me wrong, he was always and still is drunk year-round, but around December seventeenth, he changed. Usually, when he got drunk, he'd go to a club and bring home a girl, or watch a Disney princess movie with me and dance to ABBA in the kitchen, whilst we tried to bake. Two very different types of drunk. But around December seventeenth, whenever he was drunk, he got angry. If he wasn't as far away from me as he could possibly be, he was yelling at me over nothing. Dirty dishes, spilling on the couch, being too loud, being too quiet, watching too much TV, not watching enough TV; literally anything. I always ended up crying, and calling Pepper; she'd pick me up and I'd stay at hers. At first, it was like a sleepover with, who in my eyes was, the coolest person ever. But when it kept happening, I just wanted to go home to my dad, but he didn't want me there.
Anyway, back to my original point: I slept at Pepper's last night. She had to go out to work early, so I just kind of stared at the roof for a while. Eventually, Phil calls me and tells me S.H.I.E.L.D is working with Dad and that I should go visit him. So, I get changed into some of Pepper's clothes (I figure she wouldn't mind) and get a taxi home. I insist the driver drops me off at the top of the drive, and I just walk as slow as I can.
From the top of the drive, the house looks just like it always does. Until I get closer, that is. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I can see debris scattered all over the living room.
I open the door and walk inside to see Coulson standing on the balcony, staring out at the sea. Slowly, I walk over to him, shattered glass and fallen concrete crunching beneath my heels.
