It happens in flashes.
Her father, begging for her mother to be spared. "Barnes, please, not my wife, not Maria-"
Her mother, lips ruby with blood, fear in her normally saccharine eyes.
A metal arm.
Shock.
Rage.
An overwhelming sense of loss.
She thought she'd moved on.
She thought she'd come to terms with it.
She lost her parents in a sudden accident, denied the chance to say goodbye.
Only, it wasn't an accident.
There is no logic to her actions.
FRIDAY shouts in her ears, but she doesn't listen.
All she can think about is vengeance.
Vengeance for her parents who were never all that good to her.
But, they were hers.
And they were ripped away from her.
She never got to say goodbye.
Never got to say, "I love you" one last time.
Never heard her father praise her until long after she was gone. I'm limited by the technology of my time, but one day you'll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world. What is and always will be my greatest creation... is you.
Time skips at some point.
She's now looking up at Captain America, the man her father never stopped searching for; never shut up about.
She looks up into those piercing blue eyes. (Zemo was right, they did have green in them)
She looks into him as the shield, her father's shield, "You don't deserve it! My father made it--it isn't yours!" pierces her arc reactor.
She turns on her side and watches the Captain and her parent's murderer walk away, the echo of a shield left behind ringing in her ears.
She lays there as the blue (blue like that traitor's eyes) of her arc reactor fades out.
The floor beneath her is painted red, and if she had enough strength left, she'd laugh.
She was only trying to help.
Trying to protect others.
Trying so hard to be good.
And it's all blown up in her face.
Again.
She's tired.
Tired of trying.
Tired of failing.
What's the point?
She's no hero; there's no redemption for the likes of her.
There's red in her ledger, and it will never go, no matter how many people she saves.
She knows she should stay awake with an injury so fatal.
But she's so tired.
Maybe if she just rested her eyes for a minute...
A.N. Me: *Screeches in excitement because I'm finally writing a Superior IronMan (IronQueen) fanfic
Readers: OMG, She (the writer) is insane.
The next chapter will be super long and worth the wait, especially since it's a press conference and Christine Everheart (one of the women I think deserves better) will be there as well.
YOU ARE READING
She is Superior
Fanfiction"I'm the most intelligent, capable person on the planet. I'm not playing God - all this time... I've been playing human." Or a What If Universe, where Toni Stark died in Siberia and someone darker came out of the icy clutches of Death.
