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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Run boy run. The sun will be guiding you Run boy run. They're dying to stop you Run boy run. This race is a prophecy Run boy run. Break out from society -Run Boy Run, Woodkid
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January 31st, 2013 George Washington University Hospital, Washington D.C
The two of us stand in front of the glass, staring blankly at the sight before us. The heart monitor beeps slowly and Fury's hospital gown is covered in scarlet stains. Just as Nat walks in, my phone begins to ring in my pocket and I seize the opportunity to escape from the reality of where I actually am for a minute or two. Quickly, I walk out into the corridor and feel my heat sink at the sight of Dad's name. He can't know that anything's wrong, he'll freak and that'll put us both at risk, so I just pick up the call.
"Hey." he greets, much too cheerily to match my mood.
"Hi." I say quietly.
"What's up? Something upsetting you?"
"I'm absolutely fine." I lie, "A-okay."
"Yuh-huh, you big fibber. Something happen?" his tone lowers, anger starting to show in his tone, "Was it Steve? Did that bastard do something to you?"
"No, no, no. It's just... Things are changing in my life so if I'm... Just don't worry about me.", I tell him.
"Huh?" he sighs, "Munchkin, it's my job to worry about you."
"Yeah, but maybe just take a day or two off. You're officially granted two weeks leave." From inside the room, I hear the sounds of a defibrillator going off, "Oh my god." I whisper.
"What is it?" panic laces his tone but I don't reply, already walking back toward the room Steve's in, "Sweetheart, I need you to tell me what's going on."
I don't reply again, just hang up and walk in to see Fury flatlining.
I stand next to Steve and let the cold tears roll down my cheeks as I stare at Fury's lifeless body. Steve takes my hand and squeezes, trying to reassure me, but without anyone saying another word, he leads me out of the room and away from the sight we've been forced to stare at. As we stand in the corridor, he looks down at the flash drive in his hand, before looking back at the vending machine in front of us.
