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ROSE HILL
KARMA
A LOUD BANG CAUSES KARMINA TO TURN AROUND. She stares at the Iron suit laying flat on the ground, Mr. Stark stands by the doorway and half turns to Karma and nods her in.
"Come on. This will have to suffice for now." Karma shivers and steps inside the old farmhouse, she weakly rubs her arms up and down with her hands despite being sore.
Mr. Stark let out strained noises as he dragged the Iron suit towards an old-looking couch, he sits the armor and plops beside it. "Let's get you comfy." He shifts the armor around, treating it like an actual human being before leaning back and letting out an exhausted sigh. "You happy now?"
"I do that too." She revealed. Mr. Stark turned to her, his eyes scanning her shivering form.
Karma pushes the door close but it doesn't seal completely, she makes her way toward the couch and sits on the armrest beside Ironman.
"What?" He questioned, watching her. "Don't tell me you happen to have a secret lair filled with super bots who you also happen to talk with as if they were living things?"
She chuckles, finding it hilarious. "No." Her almond-shaped eyes stare at the armor, full of wonder and childish excitement, her fingertips graze the surface of its chest. "I meant that I talk with stuff too. I pretend like it's my mãe- that's mom in Portuguese." She cut herself off.
"Is that where you're from? Brazil?" Karma nodded.
Mr. Stark kept observing her, she could feel his penetrating eyes on her but she focused on armor and continued. "I imagine that she is alive and I talk to her in my head or sometimes I would go to the roof and look at the stars, she was always there so I would talk to the sky."
Karm smiled unknowingly, she stared at the Ironman's face with love and nostalgia, as if she was envisioning her mother in its place. But then the image shifted and she wasn't staring at Martina's frozen face, she was replaced by Praga. Thud. Thud. Thud. Her heart slammed against her ribcage and the lump in her throat grew noticeably, her hand landed on the side of its cheek. Her heart constricted, the strings attached to her heart were tense creating a painful hole in her chest.
