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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I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rareI can play most anythingI'm a Brooklyn baby-Brooklyn Baby, Lana Del Ray
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June 5th 2010 Manhattan, New York City
The next morning, I wake up to find Steve inspecting the dishwasher in detail. I try to make breakfast, but, being the gentleman he is, he insists he should make it. So, I sit on the sofa and put on the news, before realizing how much the twenty-first century sucks and changing to reruns of Friends. Probably not best to welcome him to his new life with stories of global warming and how six people died after eating poisonous berries in China.
Turns out, Captain America is a Friends fan, well he is now. We watched that for a bit, whilst eating the pancakes he cooked. Then, he goes to take a shower and I ring Pepper, asking her to bring a change of clothes to my friend 'Stefan's' apartment. Whilst I'm waiting for her to arrive, I also have to show Steve how to work the shower, since apparently there are too many nozzles. Get your mind out of the gutter, he had a towel on!
About ten minutes after he got the shower working, there's a knock at the door, which I assume is Pepper, "That's just my, uh...", I look for the right words. Not exactly my step-mom, but I can't just call her Pepper, or my Dad's assistant. "My Dad's girlfriend.", I settle on.
I open the door to find not just Pepper, but also my father, "Oh, hey Dad. Hi, Pepper."
Dad peers inside the apartment, "So, who's this Stefan guy?"
I close the door and step outside, "None of your beeswax."
"It's just that you spent the night here and not at your apartment...", he says suspiciously.
"Nuh-uh-uh!", I exclaim, "Don't even go there! I'm allowed to have male friends. Just friends."
"Whatever.", he huffs.
"Did you bring the damn clothes?", I ask.
"Yes, yes, here you go.", Pepper hands me a tote bag filled with clothes.
