Elizabeth Stark, a rich and genius woman. Daughter of Howard and Maria Stark, a brother to the famous Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man.
After their parents death caused by The Winter Soldier, both Tony and Elizabeth hit rock bottom. They did drug...
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF ABUSE May, 12~ Flashback to one year ago (First Person)
I woke up next to Ben, as usual. But, this time in London. And I don't even remember how we got here but all I knew is that the smell of sex was definitely in the air. And my hair.
I tried my best to escape without making a sound but I failed miserably.
"Betty, where are you going?" He turned his head to my direction from the pillow.
Think. "The bathroom, hun. I promise I'll be quick!"
Quickly getting up, grabbing my clothes, I raced to the bathroom on the other side of the hotel room.
Facing the mirror I slowly and painfully unbuttoned my pajama top to a bunch of bruises. Shit.
Ben could... lose control. He just gets carried away sometimes. That's it. To be honest, he gets angry really fast at things I do and punishes me for it. Sometimes they hurt but sometimes whatever he does just makes me stronger.
Snapping out of my trance, my phone started to ring. Tony.
"Yes, Tony?"
"Liz, where are you?"
I rolled my eyes after hearing his voice. He's been up all night probably fixing that dumb iron suit of his. "I got to go." Is all I said, and to this day, I deeply regret it.
After a long, hot, and painful shower I got dressed, did my hair, and makeup.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Opening the door, Ben was leaning there, shirtless, his black hair a mess, covering his steel blue eyes. Here we go again.
"Hey baby. Where are you going?" He growls, moving his greasy, black hair away from those dreamy eyes of his.
"N-nowhere."
"You're stuttering so you're lying. Remember what happens to you when you lie to me?" His voice started to raise as horror filled my lungs.
All I knew was my phone was in my hand, and because Ben took my actual phone, I carried a flip phone for backup, which had Tony on speed dial. Click.
"What was that?!" His hand gripped my throat.
"Let...me... go." Is all that escaped my lips but he had lost control, throwing me onto the bed with the view of the window. I could still see the moon in the distance from last night still in the sun's spotlight. I always wondered how the mood felt, if anyone ever care about its feelings and what it felt when they're cast out. When I looked from the window to Ben, he had his sword in his hand. "W-where did you get that?!"
"You know my father don't you?! I carry this to defend myself. To defend him!"
"P-please."
"What are you going to do, Betty?!"
His gun. He always kept a gun under his pillow for midnight emergencies. My hand slipped under his pillow, searching and searching. Found it! Pointing the gun to his face, he smiled and laughed.
"ELIZABETH!" Tony's voice became clearer.
"You called your brother?!" Ben was angry and so was I. Aiming for his chest the door burst open.
BOOM.
My finger pressed against the trigger and it was like slow motion. The bullet slowly escaped the gun barrel, collecting the speed from the air.
Ben's face grew angry. His hand gripped the handle to his sword as his arm moved up.
Tony was too late.
Looking down at my chest. His blade. His shiny blade was right there. Through my upper chest. All I did was stare at Ben and he stared at me.
"NOO" Tony's voice vibrated through the room.
"If I go d-down. You- you go down w-with m-me." That was it. Those were his last words. A message. To me.
"ELIZABETH! Jarvis, check her vials." Tony spoke to the artificial intelligence in his suit. "Liz. Lizzy stay with me!"
It was too late. Tony was too late. Ben was too fast.
And the morning of May 12th was the morning Elizabeth Stark had died.
The Present. (Third Person.)
"Elizabeth!"
"Liz!"
"ELIZABETH!"
She jolted up in cold sweat, tears streaming down her face from her golden eyes. Heart beating loud and fast.
"You- you were screaming in your sleep." Bucky was on his knees, on the floor, with his hands out that were supporting her head. The popular 40s song, In The Mood was playing quietly in the background.
Touching her upper chest, Elizabeth shivered at her own touch. "I'm sorry I woke you."
Bucky stood up, holding his hand out for Elizabeth to take it and she did. Once she was on her feet she didn't waste a moment to hug Bucky. Despite how much she disliked him, she needed it.
"What happened, Liz?" His voice was soft and close to her ear. Her tears started to slow down when she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes.
"I compromised the mission."
He chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't mean to say that, I just can't let you get hurt, Liz." Stroking her hair, trying to give Elizabeth some comfort he sighed. "You had a nightmare and it's alright. I have them every night."
Her heart cracked. "You do? About what?"
Guiding Elizabeth to the bed, she took a seat next to Bucky as he began to explain. "Sometimes they're flashbacks of what I did when I was the Winter Soldier and others are things I'm scared of what could happen."
Elizabet shot a quickly look at the record player in the corner of the room, on the floor that was playing music. Beside it was a blanket and a journal. "You had one. Didn't you? About the mission?"
"No actually, it was about Howard and Maria."
She was shocked. "You know their names?"
"I know all of their names." When Bucky spoke, Elizabeth never realized how Bucky may have felt after gaining his memories.
Trying to get his mind off of The Winter Soldier she spoke, "Mine was a flashback. About my ex-boyfriend, Zebediah's son named Ben. He was abusive, manipulative, he was the worst but our relationship was no better." She took a deep, long breath as she felt Bucky's hand touch her back.
Is that what butterflies felt like?
She carried on. "Before he was killed, we were in London. I had woken up with a bunch of bruises all over my body, Tony called me but I ignored him. And when Ben caught me lying to him, he pulled out his sword so I pulled out the only thing that I could, a gun."
Bucky started to pick up. "You killed him?"
"And he put me in a year long coma, giving me a sword scar on my chest. An eye for an eye perhaps."
"How about an eye for two." Bucky looked at the moon. "Zebediah is going to pay for what his son did to you."
