ＲＥＤＥＭＰＴＩＯＮ {TONY STARK'S LITTLE SISTER FAN-FICTION}

1. WAKEN

Peace.

A fleeting dream, forever out of reach.

She had been trapped in the labyrinth of her own mind for over a year—a prisoner of her thoughts. The daughter of a genius, suspended in an endless slumber during what could have been the year her life changed forever.

Her limbs felt weightless, like distant echoes of a body that no longer belonged to her. She sat in the corner of a cold, imagined room, the walls rough and unyielding against her back. Her legs stretched out across the stone floor, her fingers tracing patterns on its icy surface.

Before her hovered a delicate flower, suspended in the air and glowing with an ethereal white light. It pulsed softly, an illusion of life spun from magic—a cruel reminder of what could never be.

If only it were real.

———

"Elizabeth. Everything is going to be ok. I promise." Her brother's voice was a gentle whisper in her ear, a sound she hadn't heard in what felt like an eternity. Before she could fully grasp it, another voice broke through the haze.

"Sir, her heart rate is at a steady pace." the second voice reported. It was calm, measured, and unmistakably British. "She should be waking up soon." Jarvis.

The sound of his name stirred a flicker of recognition, but it wasn't enough to pull her from the weight pressing down on her mind. Tony. Her brother—the man she had longed to know better. She couldn't help but feel the ache of regret, the sharp sting of what they could have been. But what did she remember most? The arrogant, reckless young man who had chosen a bottle over family, vanishing from her life when she needed him most.

And now? Now she wasn't sure what was real anymore.

She had spent what felt like lifetimes trapped inside her mind, caught in an endless cycle of relentless thoughts and perfect, haunting visions of her past. No one was coming to save her. This prison of memories was hers alone—her own personal hell.

And fate, cruel and unyielding, would ensure it stayed that way.

—1 Hour Later—

Blurred lights danced in Elizabeth's vision as her eyelids twitched. Her head felt like it weighed a ton, and the rest of her body was sluggish to respond. Slowly, she wiggled her fingers, the sensation of touch creeping back like a long-lost memory. A wave of cold air brushed over her still frame, making her shiver. Somewhere across the room, a faint rustling sound reached her ears.

"Elizabeth?"

The voice was hesitant but grew clearer with every passing second, accompanied by footsteps closing the distance. Tony.

Elizabeth tried to respond, but only a garbled mess of sounds escaped her lips. Frustration surged as her hand instinctively clenched the thin sheet beneath her. Her eyes snapped open, squinting against the harsh, sterile light above.

"T-Tony," she mumbled, her voice dry and cracked. It was barely a whisper—so faint it might have been missed if he hadn't been listening so intently. "W-water... pl... please."

Without hesitation, his hand slid beneath her head, lifting it gently as he brought a cup to her parched lips. The cool liquid was a lifeline, and she drank greedily, the water soothing her throat. Once the cup was drained, Tony set it aside, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Elizabeth's gaze met his, locking onto his dark golden-brown eyes. She raised a trembling hand, covering his, in silent reassurance. "I'm okay," her eyes seemed to say, though her smile was faint and weak.

Relief softened Tony's features, and a tentative smile broke through his worry. With his help, Elizabeth pushed herself upright, though her limbs protested the movement.

"What ha—" she began, but the words were swallowed by a violent cough that wracked her chest.

Tony's relief quickly morphed into alarm. "Please, relax. Lay back down," he urged, his tone firm yet gentle.

Elizabeth hesitated, glancing at him before her head sank back into the soft pillow. Her eyelids fluttered, still heavy with exhaustion, but her mind raced to catch up. "What happened?"

"You were in an accident," Tony explained carefully, his words deliberate. "With Ben. Don't you remember?"

Elizabeth frowned, shaking her head. Her brother's worried eyes stayed locked on her as her confusion deepened.

"It's alright," he reassured her, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. "But... because of the accident, you fell into a coma."

Her breath hitched. "How long?" she demanded, her voice sharper now, urgency propelling her upright with a speed that made her brother flinch.

Tony hesitated, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the answer. Finally, he sighed and forced the words past his lips.

"A little over a year."

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is short but I hope you enjoy the story so far! Thank you for reading and if you have any recommendations or suggestions don't be afraid to share by commenting <3 I love you all 3000!

Written: June 27, 2021 

Edited: January 12, 2025