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Im doing some major editing since ive just re-read it and uhm.. its awful. But the storyline isnt changing, neither are the plot of each chapters- im just rewording some things and using proper grammar so dont worry:)
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I guess I should introduce myself first. My name is Avrora Natasha Stark (previously Avrora Alina Kuznetsova).
I decided to change my middle name after I moved in with my father seeing as Alina was my mother's name. And well, let's just say we didn't get along.

When I was eight years old, my mother was murdered in the cold streets of Russia and a few days in an orphanage Tony, Pepper and Natasha showed up and took me to America with them. Ever since then, I've lived in the tower with them and the rest of the Avengers and let's just say it's a major upgrade from my previous life.

"AVRORA!"

I shoot up out of my bed in a frantic state at the scream. Wait- who on earth is screaming at-

"FRIDAY, what's the time?" 8:30am, she responds. Who on earth is screaming at 8:30am?

"Your father would like to speak to you in the kitchen" The AI states and a groan escapes my lips.

I grumble irritatedly as I reluctantly swing my legs out of bed, annoyance evident in the way I move. Each step feels heavier than usual, as if the weight of my frustration is pulling me down. I am not a morning person.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my dishevelled hair and tired eyes. With a sigh, I stand up, determined to shake off the irritation that clings to me like a stubborn shadow. It's way too early for this.

Still in my pjs and with messy hair, I stomp to the elevator. What could he possibly need at this time?
I slowly make my way to the elevator, stopping to stroke Alpine who lies asleep on a nearby armchair on the way.

"Morning Rory!" I jump out of shock, not expecting to hear anyone else up here and I spin around to be greeted by Wanda's warm smile.

"Morning Wands, any idea what my dad wants?" I question hopefully, wanting to have a one-up on the conversation. Much to my annoyance, she smirks and starts to uncontrollably giggle signifying that she does know what it is, and that it's apparently not going to be a good thing.

"I hate you."

"I know"

The elevator finally arrives at the kitchen and opens to my dad and Pepper standing at the countertop, whispering anxiously. Oh gods- are they sending me away? Is he dying again? Questions race around my head and my breathing picks up as I subconsciously start picking at the skin on my hands.

The anxiety grips my chest like a vise, each breath feeling shallow and uncertain as if a storm is raging inside me, dark clouds of worry swirling relentlessly. Every heartbeat seems to echo louder in my ears, the rhythm of fear drowning out all other sounds.

They finally notice me and see my anxious state as I approach them wearily which makes them even more worried for the conversation ahead.

"Listen kid, I know that you already know everything in high school but you need to have more friends your age. So we've decided that you're going back to school." My dad informs me, clearly uncomfortable

"But sweetie- it's a really good school and it specialises in science- which I know you love!" Pepper states, attempting to lighten the darkened mood.

"What!? No! I have Wanda and Pietro! I don't need anyone else!" I shriek, becoming increasingly irritated.