𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.
Charlie, also known as the jet-setter and billionaire Tony Stark's only daughter, is 26 and in a relationship with Steve, soon-to-be successor...
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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. It was like she was falling into a spiral without ever hitting the ground to wake up.
Finally, her eyes fluttered open and her first instinct was to massage her temples to relieve her headache. She tried, only her hands were tied behind her back. She was uncomfortably seated on a chair and this time, unlike the first time she had been kidnapped, her ankles were tied to it too.
Panic rose and Charlie looked at her surroundings frantically, but everything looked blurred. She was pulling at the ropes, hopelessly trying to loosen them. In vain.
No, it can't be happening.
Not again.
It had been exactly a year to the day she had been taken at the twins' birthday party, and saved. The police had been able to find her. Why couldn't they do it again? Her life was at risk now, but they would come rescue her. Right?
And suddenly it hit her. The night of her first kidnapping she had been wearing something special. Her father had gifted them to her. The earrings. The police had been able to locate her thanks to the tracker meticulously hidden in them.
She had chosen to wear them earlier today because they were matching her navy blue draped dress, not because she had anticipated she could be kidnapped. Again.
And she was far from imagining that the two pieces of jewelry would save her life. Again.
Her shoulders sagged in relief, and this time Charlie allowed herself to truly look at her surroundings.
She was in the middle of a poorly lit room, all alone on that chair facing that rusty armored door. No other furniture was filling it. She shivered. Despite being long, the thin dress failed to keep her covered and warm. The air was cold for early september, meaning that they were probably underground. Her eyes searched for any window, but the lack of it proved her point.
Was it a basement? Would they be able to locate her if she was that deep, on lower levels?
A lock squeaked, interrupting her train of thoughts. The loud, high-pitched sound made her freeze and her head jerk towards the door. It creaked open and Charlie knew all too well the man who just appeared in the doorframe. He nodded to the guard in a ski mask positioned outside, who closed the door behind him after he mirrored his nod, locking them both in the cell. The familiar face was oddly comforting. Though the feeling quickly gave way to disturb and worry. There was no way this man was here to save her. She knew it.
See you later, he had said to her when she left the ceremony. Charlie hadn't understood what he meant by that and simply brushed it off. She shouldn't have.
"Now, now," Obediah Stane said as he took off his jacket. He was still wearing the same suit he was wearing earlier at the ceremony, and was now rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, certainly trying to look intimidating.
