When lightning always strikes, you know she's not far behind.
Kidnapped at a young age and recused seven years later, Avalyn Stark is forced to try to navigate a new world far from what she remembered. With threats around every corner, she was nev...
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"I don't appreciate you looking at me like that Pietro."
It was hard to focus on setting the table with the way Pietro kept shooting her glances, as thought she was going to change her mind and run after Steve, Natasha and Scott to tell them she was wrong...that she wanted to help.
Avalyn did want to help but this idea they had was too far fetched. It was too dangerous to mess with time when she had a family. Nothing could take away the little girl she looked at every day, her child.
"I don't understand you, Princessa," Pietro admitted, quietly.
"What don't you understand, Pietro?" Avalyn pursed her lips. "Do you see our daughter over there?"
Avalyn threw her hand towards the kitchen, where Tony was twirling around his granddaughter with Morgan clapping at them. Her hair was tied into pigtails and a large grin on her Maximoff face.
"I cannot lose her. I can't."
"I can't lose her either, Ava, and I'm not suggesting that we go through with a plan if there's a chance we do," Pietro admitted, his arms wrapping around her Torso. "But what if there was a way to do both? Keep what we have and gain what we lost."
"The chances of that are—"
"Avalyn, you're supposed to be the two smartest people on earth. You don't even want to try," Pietro emphasises. "You just...give up when you know how much I miss Wanda. How much people miss who they lost?"
"I know that. God, every single time I look at pictures of Peter and Aunt May, I know that," Avalyn clenched her done. "I'm done talking about this. Let's just have a nice dinner, alright?"
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Tony Stark stood at the sink, methodically washing the last of the dishes from dinner, his hands busy but his mind clearly elsewhere. Beside him, Avalyn Stark dried the plates, though her movements were robotic. Her thoughts wandered, far from the simple task at hand.
As Tony set down a plate to dry, his fingers brushed against a photo that had been tucked under a stack of papers. He paused, lifting it from the counter. It was a snapshot of him and Peter Parker, the young kid beaming proudly as he held up his Stark Internship certificate. A bittersweet smile tugged at Tony's lips.
