❝Who am I?❞
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❝You're my daughter.❞
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❝Then how come your never there for me?❞
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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Isabella Stark, Tony Starks
daughter, becomes closer to he...
drunken monologues, confused because it's not like i'm falling in love, i just want ya
arctic monkeys ⸻ no. 1 party anthem
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Malibu, California August 28th, 1996
A woman stood in an alley behind a bar. It was dark out, a flickering streetlamp ten feet away was the only source of light. A warm breeze blew, and the woman sighed in content. The voices of people in the bar were muffled by the large metal back door she had slipped out of.
Pulling out a cigarette, she lit it. The tip burned a fiery orange, dimly lighting the lower half of her face and illuminating her green eyes. Her dark brown hair appeared auburn in the subtle glow.
"You know smoking kills," a male voice spoke from a few feet away. The woman froze and tried to make out the face in the shadows. Being approached by a strange man in a dark alley wasn't exactly a situation you wanted to be in.
"Well." She took a puff to settle her nerves, filling her body with warmth. "We all die either way." She squinted, trying to see the man's face better. He didn't appear to be trying to scare her.
"That's a rather cynical viewpoint." The man stepped out of the shadows and into the glow of the streetlamp. The woman recognized him immediately. He was the famous Tony Stark. But for some reason this celebrity encounter didn't make her feel nervous. Something about his brown eyes felt welcoming.
Tony extended out his hand, "I'm Tony Stark." He flashed her a quick smile.
She took another drag of her cigarette and then shook his hand, "I'm Catherine."
He glanced at her cigarette. "Spare a smoke?"
She pulled out the cigarette box from her jacket pocket and held it out to him in invitation. "Thanks." He smiled again, lighting it and taking a puff.
"Anytime."
"So, what's a beautiful woman like you doing alone on a Friday night?" He asked with a cheeky smile, leaning against the stone wall next to her.
She knew how he was with women, and she knew what his intentions would be with her. But for some reason she didn't care, what harm was a little fun going to do? "I'm out with friends, just stepped out for a minute."
He nodded. "Why don't you ditch them, come back to my place?"
She glanced at the door and then shrugged. "Sure, why the hell not." Flicking the cigarette to the ground, she stamped it out.
