Stark's Shadow

Chapter 1 - Dorito Man

"I was told that one Anthony Edward Stark lives in this tiny building," I say sarcastically once the man in the wall who called himself Jarvis told me my brother was watching the camera footage. "Can I come in, asshat?"

The door opens after a minute and I see my brother. His eyes were wet. "Is it really you?"

"Yeah," I say, almost in a whisper. I was worried if I was any louder he'd shatter. "I wanna tell you to stop being a little bitch about it, but I guess some tears are understandable." I get an eye roll, then he grabs me into a rib-crushing hug. I hug back as tight as I can. I couldn't tell you how long it lasted, but I can tell you we could've been there for another thirty years and I wouldn't have had a single complaint.

"I missed you," Tony says as he pulls away. "But you just had to leave and not take the drama with you, huh?"

"Oh trust me, I brought as much as I could carry," I inform him with a half-hearted chuckle. "You couldn't have gotten into that much trouble without me. That's kinda rude, honestly."

He laughs, "You should come in, I'll tell you all about it." He tells me, drawing out the word "all".

After about two hours of him catching me up on all I had missed out on, from his life to world events, I was speechless.

"And how about you? Where have you been? What have you been doing?"

"I didn't expect a quiz," I joke, then take a moment to think. "But unfortunately, I didn't study."

"What does that mean?" Tony sounds concerned.

"I don't remember much," I tell my brother. He doesn't say anything, so I keep talking. "After I got kidnapped, I don't remember anything until, oh at most five years ago."

"Five?" He asks. "As in, the number between four and six?"

"Yeah, that's the one," I reply.

"Okay, so tell me about those five years then."

I go on to tell him about the past five years. The first memory is a bright room, then darkness. The lights went out, and there was yelling. Then I felt a pull in my gut. It felt like it yanked me across the room, then I appeared in the shadows between two buildings.

"And how did that happen?" Tony asks. "How did you just get pulled into an entirely different area?"

Before I could answer, telling him about my powers, a tall blond man with wide shoulders and a small waist appeared through the doorway. 

"Dinner is ready," the man tells us. "Don't worry, I didn't try cooking today." He tells Tony after seeing the look on his face. Tony lets out a breath of relief.

"Thanks, Capsicle." Tony says. They both look at me.

"You look like a fucking Dorito chip." I tell "Capsicle".

"Oh, Steve doesn't like that kind of language, Olive," Tony tells me.

"Let it go already, Tony!" Steve says slightly exasperated.

"Oh my gosh!" I say exaggeratedly, "I'm sorry Captain America! Oh golly, if I knew it was you, I would not have used such language!"

Steve looks at Tony. "Really, Tony? In the two hours you've been with your sister after almost thirty years, you tell her about one time I said the word "language"?" His eyes dance with slight amusement, "Of course you did, I should have expected that." He smiles at us.

Tony laughs. "And the best part was she figured out who you were not from me calling you Capsicle, but from me saying you didn't like the cursing."

The three of us were all laughing, then Steve turned to look at me again. "Also, I look like a Dorito?" He asks, "Like the chip? Why?"

I smile and stand up, walking toward him. I put my hands in front of his shoulders, then down to his waist. "Look at your shoulder-to-hip ratio," I tell him. "It looks like a Dorito." I laugh. "No offence, sorry. Doritos are my favorite." Why do I bother speaking?

I feel a hand on my shoulder, I look and see Tony. He clears his throat. "Let's go eat, shall we? As much as I love comparing my teammates to food, I am hungry, and this isn't helping."

The three of us make our way upstairs via the elevator. Nobody said a word, which I was somewhat grateful for. I say somewhat because if I'm not talking, I am far less likely to tell someone they look like a Dorito and then proceed to almost grab their hips to show them why I think that. I am an idiot. But not talking gave me time to dwell on my stupidity, making my face burn from embarrassment.

We walk into the dining room and there were so many people. One dude who looks like a Norse god. Spoiler alert: He is a Norse god. I'm introduced to everyone. There is Pepper, Tony's girlfriend. The "Avengers" as they call themselves were everyone else in the room, except of course, myself. Bruce, Thor, Natasha, Clint and Sam.

There was a man with a metal arm, he was a bit quieter than the rest, and he didn't introduce himself. Steve said his name was Bucky. I was told there were two others, Wanda and Vision who I'd meet later as they were out of town for the day.

We all sat down to eat, I was told many stories and even told a few myself. "One time when I was five, I had a cookie, it was the last one," I tell, seeing Tony ready to interrupt. "Tony had eaten all the other cookies-"

"Did not!" Tony interrupts, and I throw a roll of bread at him.

"Shut up Tony, don't interrupt me!" I scold him, he rolls his eyes in reply, "Anyway, as I was saying, he had eaten- no- inhaled all the other cookies. I had just this one, and he comes along and took it right from me." I say, mimicking the motions as I tell the story. "And as I said, I was five, I didn't have the best communication skills."

Tony scoffs, "You had zero communication skills." 

"Like I said, not the best," I reply before I continue, "So he takes my cookie, right, so I start screaming-"

"It was a horrible sound," Tony adds, and I laugh. "She wouldn't shut up."

"And I just screamed louder once he ate my cookie." I laugh. "And Tony couldn't get me to shut up, so his solution to that was to take his socks off and shove them into my mouth."

"I did not."

"Did so."

"Okay, maybe just a little bit," Tony admits.

"You can't just shove socks into someone's mouth a little bit," I mock.

We all laugh and continue sharing more stories late into the night. I finally felt safe, at home. In time I'll tell them my story a bit better. In time I'll add all the details.

IMPORTANT A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm debating if I should or shouldn't add a love interest. If so, comment who you think it should be. Or even just comment if you think there should be or not. 

Also, should I keep Pietro alive in this book? I want it to be on the happier side, but IDK if you're all okay with me changing events that happened in the movies. Let me know what you all think. 

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Also, the Dorito comparison came from the image at the beginning of the chapter, so credit to whoever made that post haha