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• they are dead •
【chapter one: afghanistan 】
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Toni frowned feeling the eyes of someone at her back. The genius turned around to find the gaze of two (extremely handsome) young men who quickly turned away as soon as their gazes connected. Toni blinked bewildered at the response before turning back as the screen lightened up.
She was so not ready for her life to be shown.
[Kunar Province, Afgahnistan]
[A U.court-martialS. Military convoy worms through a barren vista. AC/DC's Back in Black swells as we drift down and enter the centre Humvee.]
Toni sighed shakingly as she leaned back, trying to act casual as if certain memories have no effect on her.
Rhodey pursed his lips tightly at the brooding look (the same look that had labelled Toni Stark as a troublemaker during their MIT years.) that his best friend had as soon as the screen lightened. To others, she might seem like her normal self, but Rhodey could see the faint tremble in her arms, or how the corners of her mouth tightened.
Percy's eyes widened as he recognised the place, the same place his newfound sister, Toni Stark was said to be kidnapped. He glanced at the form of the genius, recognising the same look that he had multiple times to not feel vulnerable. He then glanced at the gods, only to find them looking confused. Seems like the fates hid every part of Miss Stark's life. With a grimace, Percy realised that this was not going to be good at all.
[Three Airmen, kids with battle-worn faces. Crammed in there with them is a beautiful woman in an expensive suit, who looks teleported from Beverly Hills. She is, of course, a genius inventor and billionaire, TONI STARK. In her hand is a drink tumbler of vodka.]
"Oh, I like her style," Aphrodite complimented.
"If I didn't already know that she was Barnacle Beard's spawn, I would have assumed that she was one of yours, Aphrodite," Hermes remarked as he checked the noirette out, only to wilt as he felt the glares of two particular gods.
Toni Stark: I feel like you're driving me to a . 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!
[One Airman grins, fidgeting with his orange NY Mets watch.]
Jimmy: We can talk, ma'am.
Toni Stark: Oh, I see. So it's personal?
Soldier (female): [She's driving the Vehicle.] No, you intimidate them.
