Just because I carry it so well doesn't mean it's not hard. I don't get to hide my bad side just so that she will stay. It's not how this world works. Especially when your a Stark and a speedster. Falling in love with someone who's lost everyone is...
"Chill Nattie, i can walk for myself" i say as she let's me go when there's just a few feet left. I can't help but think what we could be if she feels the same attraction. I know it's not love, i know how love feels and it's not like this.
Just as i'm about to knock on her door she opens it and jump at my sight.
"Hi" she says with her soft voice. I'm standing so close to her again, too close so i take a step back. Big mistake, now i can't feel her breath on my cheek as i wish it was somewhere else. Her warmth i want to feel on my cold skin. "Did you need something?"
"No... well yes i was wondering what you wanted to ask me when you called and i hung up" i feel a bit of shame for that part, hanging up i mean. But to my defence i was rather busy with something else.
"Oh i... i wanted.... ask you... if maybe" she stutters which is cute but gets interrupted by friday.
"There are people at the door for you Miss Stark" i sign but then come up with an idea, but i can't leave her here. If she won't believe my words then maybe actions will speak louder.
"Nevermind, pack a small bag Wanda, we're going on a trip" i just say and now that i think about it for we're still strangers, but maybe this can change that. Or at least get her to listen to me to not continue to hurt herself.
"What? We're are we going?" to my surprise she doesn't argue back about not going anywhere like before. This was easier than I thought.
"We're gonna go visit a few friends of mine" i say and i see a smile behind her locks. "I'll go see who's at the door and tell the rest, we'll leave tomorrow morning"
"Okay, sounds fun" i wonder what brought her mood to change this quickly. I give her a quick smile again before continuing down to the door. That thing Loki said is still in my head, about soulmates. I need to talk to him but i also need to get her away from all the stress in this tower, when we get back they'll have already moved to the compound. It'll be a good change of venue. And there is no place you'll feel safer than Asgard, right? With a ball, fancy dinners and clothes.
As soon as i open the door at least a dozen cameras flash in my face. There are at least five cameras that i can see on me. They all scream questions that i can't be sure of what they're asking.
"Please, one at a time. I can't hear you all at once" i say, switching to the public voice. If Wanda saw me use this voice i think she would be scared of how different i am with the public then here at home.
"Is it true that Mr Stark sent you to rehab?" one of them asks and i knew they we're here because i was out last night.
"No my brother didn't sent me to rehab, i was with a new friend that just lost her family" i answer as i know getting closest to the truth is the best way to go. Or else someone will digg it up and call me a liar.
"Do you remember what happened on that bridge Miss Castillo?" another one asks and what did he just call me?
"What did you call me?" i ask just to clarify i heard right.
"Y/n Luciana Castillo, daughter of Catalina Castillo and Juan Marco Castillo" I get a flash over my eyes of hitting the water and then i'm back. The man that asked hands me a newspaper article. I knew how my birth parents died because Tony had told me but i don't remember it really, i was four or five at the time.
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"I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else" i say and hope no one could read my face. All i really had left from that life was a note that said to run and never come back. And i never did go back to Portland. And after a few months i found out there was more writing in invisible ink. 'Don't let them know you're alive or they'll kill you'. And since then i've never visited or mentioned my birth name.
"All i wonder is how a kid from portland got adopted in New York"
"I didn't, i was born here in New York and my birth mother died in childbirth while i never got to know who my birth father was" Or at least that's what Howord told the press after i had shown him the note. And it was the right call because i didn't want to die then.
"So it isn't you in this article?"
"No, my name is Stark and always have been. Now i'm sorry but i have to get back up" i say but before i can close the door they throw one last question.
"Then how come your names are the same?"
"I don't know and it's not like i can ask my parents. My middle name was my birth mothers and my first name is of a friend of my father in the forties" i answer calmly but i know this is anything but calm. I don't know of why they can't know im alive but i don't want to find out either.
"Now, goodbye" i close the door and panic strikes me. Now Tony can't say no to leaving. After making sure they can't see me i rush up to the others.
A/N i don't speak Spanish so don't come at me for the spelling
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"Miss Stark, Miss Stark a few questions" at least a dozen people yell to the woman at the door.
"¿Realmente estás pendiente de eso? (You really watching up on that?)" the man on my right asks and i sign.
"Ella es el hermano de Iron Man, podría ser útil. (She's the brother of Iron man, might be useful.)" i answer before turning back to the tv at the familiar name being called out.
"What did you call me?" the woman asks, meeting the man that called it out. That's a man that works for me, but what's he doing in New York? And what did he found?
"Y/n Luciana Castillo, daughter of Catalina Castillo and Juan Marco Castillo" he answers and the woman has a scared face for a second before starting to talk again, trying to say that she's not.
"¿Puede ser ella? (Can it be her?)" i mumble to myself as i press pause to look at her. The e/c eyes and h/c hair. If her abuela was alive we would have noticed it earlier. They had a resemblance, but the agent must have proof to make it public.
"Pensé que ella murió en el accidente (i thought she died in the crash)"
"Idiota, alguien la salvó y luego la abuelita la despidió. Esa vieja bruja nunca nos dijo dónde, pero ¿no ves el parecido de hermano con Marco? (Idiot, someone saved her and abuelita sent her away. That old hag never told us where, but can't you see the sibling resemblance Marco?)"
