Alyssa Morgan Stark - daughter of famous genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist; Tony Stark, and remarkable Pepper Potts.
As her father finally gives in on her begging to come on a mission, she meets a certain silver-haired boy as she strug...
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Somewhere in the middle of... everything.
The stone crunched beneath her feet as they carried her up the mountain. Her breath was unlabored and on the verge of panic and she whipped her head around, trying to catch a glimpse of... something.
Alyssa's throat was dry when she finally reached the plateau. Her excitement died down, however, after she saw the sharp cliff at the end; seemingly going on forever. Groaning, she sat down on the ground, grasping her side.
"Curious," said a voice, its deep tone echoing around her. "Very curious. Un... expected."
Looking up towards where the voice came from, Alyssa only managed to see the sliver of a long cloak as it stepped around the stone walls.
"Who are you?" she yelled out, but no one answered. Instead, she was greeted by the figure coming up to her slowly, its face shielded by the cloak. The only discernible thing was a pair of glowing, red eyes, that seemed to follow her every move.
Alyssa's breathing picked up and she backed up, looking for something to defend herself with.
"What kinda shit is this?" she mumbled to herself when she found nothing, the figure stalking closer by the second.
Suddenly it stopped, looking down into the abyss, pointing a single, bony finger.
"What do you see?"
Alyssa looked at him with uncertainty, her fear somehow taken over by something else. Taking a few hesitant steps towards the cliff, she peered over it.
"What's that supposed to mean? It's a cliff, I see nothing," she replied, hastily walking back again. Her fear of heights was really coming through at that moment.
"No. What do you see?" it asked again, moving near her once more. Only now did Alyssa notice it wasn't really walking but rather floating in her direction.
"I-I see nothing! I don't get it, where the hell am I?" she said, looking up at the purple sky.
An unpleased grunt left the figure. All of a sudden it lunged at her, pushing her towards the edge of the cliff. A scream tore free from her throat as she lost her balance and fell over it, hurtling toward the ground at an alarming speed. Before she reached it she squeezed her eyes shut,
and Alyssa woke up.
Breathing heavily, she clutched her blanket to her chest, effectively throwing Pietro off the bed as the tug catapulted him to the floor.
"Ugh, Ally?" he groaned, his silver hair messily laying across his forehead as he crawled up again. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she answered, brushing the hair out of his face as he sat down next to her with a grunt.
"No, I'm fine. Are you fine? You had a nightmare again, didn't you?" he asked, his accent sounding deliciously soft at this time of night.
"Yeah it was... weird," she said, closing her eyes for a second.
Pietro ran a hand through Alyssa's hair, laying the strands over her shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I-" she hesitated, looking away as she took a deep breath. "No."
Pietro's brows furrowed with concern but he kept quiet, following her gaze out of the window.
It was dark, the distant forest only illuminated by the moonlight. The rustling leaves seemed to calm Alyssa and she turned back around with a small smile on her face.
"Sorry. Let's just... go back to bed," she uttered, letting her head fall on the pillow, Pietro's arm snaking around her.
With a shaky sigh, she closed her eyes again, ignoring the gleaming red eyes of the figure lurking at the back of her mind.
