Clarissa H. Stark kidnapped at the age of 5 grew up in red room training to be a widow only to be passed onto Hydra who experimented on her giving her powers evidently turning her into the infinity witch. Will she survive this rollercoaster or will...
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Military Weapons. That's how we made our fortune. Military Weapons. Ever since I can remember my family has made and sold weapons at STARK industries. Our family tree is very small there aren't a lot of Stark's left. When Howard Stark, my grandfather, died he left STARK industries to my father Tony Stark. Ah, yes. Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. That's what he calls himself. He's not the best father but he tries to give me the father he never had. My life is as normal as any other twenty-seven year old woman. Well other than the fact that I'm rich, stronger than a lot of people, oh and I have magical powers. Yeah. But other than that I am completely normal.
"I feel like you're driving me to a court-martial. This is crazy. What did I do? I feel like you're going to pull over and snuff me. What, you're not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!" Dad asked making me roll my eyes. He loves to talk, mostly about himself but...
"We can talk, sir." One of the soldiers replied to him.
"Oh, I see. So it's personal?" Dad asked again making me raise an eyebrow at him.
"No, you both intimidate them. Especially you, Ms. Stark." The woman driving the car told us making me smirk at her. I like to be the smartest person in the room, which I am. Guess where I get that from.
"Good God, you're a woman. I honestly... I couldn't have called that. I mean, I'd apologize, but isn't that what we're going for here? I thought of you as a soldier first." Dad admitted making me look at him.
"Really, Dad?" I questioned him, while raising an eyebrow.
"I'm an airman." The woman then told him slightly glancing in the mirror to look at him.
"Well you have, actually, excellent bone structure, there. I'm kind of having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird? Come on it's okay to laugh." Dad told the woman making the other soldiers laugh while I just rolled my eyes at him.
"Sir, I have a question to."
"Yes, please."
"Is it true you went 12 for 12 with last year's Maxim cover models?"
"That is an excellent question. Yes and no. March and I had a scheduling conflict, but fortunately, the Christmas cover was twins. Anything else?"
"You're kidding with the hand up, right?"
"Is it cool if I take a picture with you both?" The soldier (Jimmy) asked us.
"Sure." I told him gesturing to get out his phone.
"I don't want to see this on your MySpace page. Please, no gang signs. No, throw it up. I'm kidding. Yeah, peace. I love peace. I'd be out of a job with peace." Dad told him making me roll my eyes at him for the millionth time today.
"Hey Dad, shut up." I breathe out with a small laugh.
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