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 want to feel love run through my blood Tell me, is this where I give it all up? For you, I have to risk it all 'Cause the writing's on the wall -Writing's On The Wall, Sam Smith
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Miami, Florida
December 25th, 2012
"Lia. Lia." I feel someone gently shaking me awake and I squint at the harsh sunlight I'm met with as I open my eyes, "Morning.", Dad says.
"Hey." I groan, rubbing my eyes.
"You wide awake now? Rearing and ready to go save Pepper?"
"And the president!", Rhodey chimes in from the front of the boat we're on.
"And the president,"
"Mhm." I jump up.
Before I can walk out of the room, he gently places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me, "Look, if you're not ready to fight or... Rhodey and I can always go it without you."
"You just don't want me fighting, do you?"
"Well... maybe." he shrugs, "Just promise you'll keep yourself safe, okay? Your life is worth much more than mine, don't get yourself hurt. Don't get into any trouble."
I smirk, "When do I ever?"
Somewhat content with his lame pep-talk, he turns to leave, before stopping in the doorway and slowly turning back to look at me, "Did you just steal my catchphrase?"
"I mean, technically, you stole mine first." I shrug with a smirk.
"Wow, wow, so you wanna be like that." he tuts and shakes his head, amused, "Not cool."
So, after some sneaking around and hiding from armed guards, we're making our way up a staircase toward the president, who is strung up over a vat of oil- barbaric, I know.
"Are your guns up?" Rhodey asks.
Dad quickly raises his, "Yep."
"I've got my hand up." I say, "I didn't get a gun."
