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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He said: "Oh my god, you look just like Shakira, No no, you're Catherine Zeta, -" Actually, my name's Marina -Hollywood, Marina and the Diamonds
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December 24th, 2012 Miami, Florida
Bright and early the next morning, we get up and head off to the Mandarin's hideout. When we arrive at the base, it's surrounded by tall, grubby walls. The property itself is crawling with guards and security, all dressed in black and armed with guns.
We scale the wall and drop down into the gardens and run over to duck behind a wall. Crouched down, we creep up a staircase, at the top of which three guards are stood.
Dad swings a yoyo around and wraps it around the first one's legs, then I run over and shove the second one off the balcony. Finally, Dad tasers the third one, sending him shaking to the ground. Sharing a smirk, we continue walking through the vast garden until we come to a fountain, with two more guards stood in front of it.
Dad takes out a bauble and rolls it toward them; confused, one of them picks it up, only to have his face exploded. The other one turns around, ready to fight, but Dad shoots him several times so he falls face-first into the fountain, then drops a bauble in the water for good measure.
"Ho ho, bitches." I say, as we walk off.
We manage to get inside the building without any more hassle and immediately we see a body lying limp on a table. In the next room, there's a man sitting on a chair, and a clearly not very sober woman sprawled out on the sofa.
"Why is it so hot in here? I told you to put it at sixty-eight," she whines.
"My fault again." he scoffs, "Let me tell you something, sweetheart. I am not your personal air-con-" Dad sneaks up behind him and presses his gloved hand down on the man's head, electrocuting him.
He takes the gun and aims it at the girl, who drowsily finger guns him back with a smile, he just holds a finger up to his lips. Finally, we come to a grand, white door, which I carefully push open and we both edge inside, his gun and my hand raised.
