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 hope I'm not too late to set my demons straight I know I made you wait, but how much can you take? I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see And if it's up, stay down for me, yeah -Die Hard, Kendrick Lamar
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January 17th, 2013 Malibu, California
"So, to conclude my extremely lengthy storytime, I'd say I'm not a super-spy, I'm not a goddess or whatever. Uh... I'm just Aurelia Stark. And I can pretend that I'm not special all I want, but I always have been. You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. There's one thing you can't change though... I am the Megin."
"Cool and all, yeah, yeah. And I am Iron Man." Dad interrupts my awesome speech, "But was the whole description of you kissing your hundred-year-old boyfriend really necessary?"
"What happened to the whole 'supportive dad' thing? It gave the story a happy ending."
"Wasn't Pepper being alive happy enough?" he asks.
"Yeah but the story started in the modern-day with me on the phone with Steve, so it's a circular plot. It's just a nice ending... You wouldn't understand you uncultured swine."
"Ugh, whatever. Can we just get diagnosed with our hail Marys and get out of here?" Dad asks and we both turn to look at the unimpressed therapist.
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm confused.", she says, "From the ending, it seemed like everything was A-okay. What are you two upset about now?"
"She knows what she did." he crosses his arms over his chest and side-eye glares at me.
"Mhm."
The therapist raises an eyebrow and prompts him to tell her; with a sigh, he announces, "She's moving out- again."
"I mean, I turn twenty-three in three months. It's not normal to live with your parents."
"Yeah, well I hope you have a good time all the way across the country with Steve." he strops, slumping in his chair.
"Where did you say you're moving again, Aurelia?" the therapist asks.
"Washington D.C." Dad and I say in unison.
"Well, that is far away."
"Yeah, she's moving as far away from me as she possibly can." he declares.
"D.C is not that far. I could move to Australia."
His eyes widen, "Don't get any ideas."
"Okay, so what I'm getting from this conversation and from your story is that Aurelia, you crave independence. Tony, you're scared of her growing up and you not being able to protect her when she's in the real world. But Aurelia, I think you're also scared of losing your father and you're distancing yourself so that he won't get hurt trying to protect you."
We both just stare at her then stammer something along the lines of "Nope. No. Not true. Nuh-uh-uh."
Just then, a timer goes off, "Well, looks like our session for today is up." the therapist closes her folder. Dad and I immediately stand up and bolt to the door, desperate to get out of there, "I hope you two will book another session sometime soon, you've got a lot to work through.
"Nope!" we both yell before leaving and slamming the door behind us.
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A message from the author: Just got back from work and I am too tired to function so I haven't read this chapter over honestly. Please let me know if there's any mistakes. Anyways, hope you all had a good day! Remember to vote and comment! See you all next chapter! (;
