Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. That's how most would describe Tony Stark. During a trip abroad, Stark meets someone and they have their 'fun' together. But that was all it was to Tony. Fun. Two months later, that same woman finds hers...
After I woke up from another bad dream, I sat against the wall and stared at the draws opposite me. 'Why can'tI be normal?' I thought. 'I just wanna be normal'.
The morning light soon washed over my room and Nat began to stir. I stood up from the spot I was in since I woke up earlier. I never did go back to sleep.
I grabbed the aspirin I had got from the kitchen on the floor my room was on and a glass of water and sat on the edge of my bed. Nat opened her eyes and said "Remind me to never drink again" as she took the water and popped an aspirin into it. She thanked me then quickly drank the water.
Nat went back to her room and I put on some clothes and I changed into a dark red baggy top with a layered gold necklace and gold hooped earrings and leather leggings with dark red, snakeskin heels with a matching bag. Wanda said red looked good on me, and that I should wear it more. So i will.
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I went back to the lab room with my blueprints and began to work on an arm that wasn't made by hydra. Like yesterday, it was empty, so I sat down and found myself surrounded by scrap metal. I began to work while playing some music.
I don't know how long had passed but after finishing half of the arm, I want upstairs to grab something to eat. I made myself a sandwich and walked back down to the lab and started working again.
Later on, Tony came in with his eyes closed, groaning as he rubbed his head. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked me as he walked over and hovered above my shoulder.
"Working on a prosthetic arm" I blandly told him.
He looked over at my prints and muttered something under his breath that even I couldn't hear. The arm sparked and the arm that I was currently using went dead. "Shit!" I yelled. It was pulling at my shoulder and I thought it was gonna re-open the scars there.
I used my real arm to pick it up and slumped it onto the desk with a loud thud. "What happened?" Tony asked.
"I short-circuited the power. Its won't work unless I can fix it. I'm not sure how it works though, but I'll figure it out." I replied.
"Barnes might know" He told me.
"What might I know" Bucky walked into the room and saw my prosthetic sparking. "The hell happened to you?" He asked as he quickly walked over.
"In simple terms, the power clashed and I gotta get it fixed" I said to him as I opened the hatch on my arm and used a mirror to see what I was doing.
"Let me see" He said as he kneeled next to me and grabbed my arm.
Two hours later, he had my arm working again. He insisted on helping me make the new one. He already has a different on. His is black and gold. We didn't sleep that night. Instead, we stayed in that soundproof lab, and worked on my new arm while blasting music.
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It was finished by the morning and Tony and Bruce agreed to help fit it to my shoulder. Me and Bucky made it so that it could detach from my body if I twisted it a certain way.
When it's detached, I will be left with a white frame where it will link back on if i hold it in place. They started the 'procedure' at noon, I was in a strapless medical gown that showed the scars from where it linked.
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Bruce's face twisted into a sympathetic look as he ran his fingers over it. "How did that happen?" He asked me. I looked down and somehow, Bucky knew what happened.
"You were trying to resist the brainwash, weren't you?" He softly asked.
I nodded my head. "I didn't realise it at the time, but I was tearing it off. I didn't mean to, it just...happened" I quietly explained. Tony looked down, no doubt he still feels guilty. I was put under anesthetic and slowly drifted to an induced sleep.
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I woke up to a slight ache in my shoulder, neck and head. But that's to be expected when you a replacing nerves with wires that hook up to your brain! Bucky was next to me, holding my real hand and gave it a squeeze when I woke up.
"Hey doll," He said, "glad to see you're finally awake." I tried to sit up but he gently pushed me back down. "I wouldn't move just yet, another 5 minutes, just till you get used to the feel of it." He told me and I tried my best to nod, but it sent shooting pains all down the right side of my body.
An hour later, I was in my room putting my normal clothes back on and looked into the full-length mirror. Bucky caught me looking at it and said with a smile, "It's as good as new, doll." All the scars were gone. In their place was a white frame, abit like the one that Bucky has. I liked it. It was different.
