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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And if you're feelin' how I'm feelin' How the world should be, perfectly Fire like I'm third degree, and suddenly Shawty, we got so high -Firefly, Childish Gambino
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December 24th, 2012 Miami, Florida
When I wake up again, I'm tied to a bed with a set of leather handcuff things; there's another bed frame next to me, which Dad is zip-tied to, still passed out. My entire body feels exhausted, more tired than I've ever been. My legs waver and I can barely stand up- something's wrong. Straight ahead of me, I see a familiar brunette working away at a computer, with her back to me.
"Maya?" I question.
She turns around, "Hey."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I'm sorry." is all she can say.
Dad wakes up now and sees her too, "Ah. Okay."
"It's just like old times, huh?" she jokes half-heartedly.
"Oh, yeah. With zip ties. It's a ball."
"It wasn't my idea.", she says.
"Okay. So you took Killian's card."
"I took his money." she corrects.
"And here you are thirteen years later, in a dungeon."
"No."
"Yeah."
"No, you two are in a dungeon. I'm free to go."
"Yeah?" he glances over at me and looks worried, as I sway slightly with the fatigue overtaking me.
She sighs and begins to walk toward us, "A lot has happened, Tony. But I'm close. Extremis is practically stabilized."
"I'm telling you it isn't!" he yells, before lowering his voice to its usual tone, "I'm on the street. People are going bang. They're painting the walls. Maya, you're kidding yourself."
"Then help me fix it." she holds up what looks to be a name tag from our trip to Bern on New Year's Eve, where all of this began. It has some equation scribbled on the back in Dad's ever-messy handwriting.
