New York, 2012. It changed everyone somehow.
It changed Steve Rogers. It changed Tony Stark. Most of all though, it changed Aurelia Stark.
When nothing in Aurelia's world is what she thought it was, how will faces from her past change her whirlwind...
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I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals -Radioactive, Imagine Dragons
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December 23rd 2012 Stark Mansion, Malibu
Hurriedly, I pack all the essentials into a bag, following Pepper's instructions. I pull my toothbrush and toothpaste in the bag, before grabbing my charger and zipping the bag up. Checking I haven't forgotten anything, I head downstairs, but the second I get into the living room, a loud ding-dong echoes around the room. My eyes widen, as I stare at the door, not sure whether I should move to answer it or run for the hills. Hesitantly, I edge toward it, but before I can open the door, Dad comes up the stairs, fully kitted-out in his suit.
"Don't open that.", he warns.
I hold my hands up, "Okay."
"Go hide...", he glances around, "behind the sofa."
"No.", I say adamantly, "I have superpowers, I think I can take a terrorist."
He just huffs, "J, open the door.". The glass door swings open and a somewhat familiar-looking woman walks in, looking extremely confused, "Right there's fine.", he tells her, "You're not the Mandarin, are you?", she doesn't reply, "Are you?"
"You don't remember.", she laughs breathily, "Why am I not surprised?"
I rack my mind, trying to think where I've seen her before.
"Don't take it personally, I don't remember what I had for breakfast.", Dad shrugs.
"Gluten-free waffles, sir.", J.A.R.V.I.S chimes in.
"That's right.", Dad nods.
"Switzerland!", I yell out of nowhere, "Nineteen-ninety-nine. I remember you."
Both Dad and the woman flush red, "Uh...", she starts, before turning back to Dad and avoiding any of that talk, "Okay, look, I need to be alone with you. Someplace... not here, it's urgent."
"Normally, I'd go for that sort of thing, but now I'm in a committed relationship.", he says walking into the living room, just as two bags drop down from the balcony, narrowly missing him, "It's...with her."
