The Other Stark

Homefront Attack

The next thing I knew I was flying across the room. I tried to get up but had troubles. Then a giant hole kept me and Tony away from Pepper and the girl.  Bullets were flying right at us and I tried to crawl away only to flinch in pain as I felt what must of been a bullet tear into my shin. I watched Tony shot one down helicopter, then another, which crashed right into him. I then fell along with half the house. I tried to jump as far as I could away from the house but the cool water made me internally jump into what I imagined could of been shock. I didn't see Tony and I tried to swim back up to the surface. All I could see was the light from the suit so I went straight to that. Tony reached out and grabbed me close, then he got his flight back and flew out with me. I felt as if I was literally freezing as the cold air did nothing but make me colder from the water. Tony tried to talk to me but I couldn't hear anything specific. I only felt a cold hard ground as I passed out. I woke up in his arms, watching him cry as the tears fell on my face.  He walked to the nearest gas station and set me down off to the side with a poncho wrapped around me as he called Pepper from a phone booth. He shook me as I felt my eyes getting heavier, "Toni, love, don't go to sleep, we need to be discreet. Let's find a place to hide." He helped me walk with an arm wrapped around my waist and I had an arm around his neck as he dragged the suit. 

When he finally found a place to hide in, he began working on his suit, a child walked in with a potato gun. The kid was supper impressed with the suit and said we needed to fix him. The kid even suggested a stealth mode. He joked with the kid like he used to do with me. When Tony said, "Dad's leave its what they do." My eyes got big and I hit him. As Tony was talking to the kid I couldn't help but smile. Is he going to be like that if he has a grandson one day? I know I am just nineteen, but maybe one day I will have a kid. Maybe one day it will even be with Steve. If we could ever get our schedules figured out. I miss him. I wonder if he saw the news of what happened to the house. How many more holidays will we spend apart. My leg was feeling better and with me all warm again the only thing wrong being a limp. All three of us walked into town, straight to the first crime scene. The kid told the story of what everyone thinks happened. The shadows were interesting I went to touch one as the kid started talking about the worm hole. Tony started getting his anxiety. I snapped at the kid to stop and held his hand. Tony just got threw it fast even throwing a snow ball at the kid. Tony went into a bar as I stayed out with the kid. I kneeled in front of him and said, "hey kid, please just don't talk about the battle. There are some things in this world that seem really cool, but when it happens to you its not so cool." I herd gunshots and yelled at the kid to run when dad ran out with his hands cuffed together. I immediately started fighting the guys shooting at Tony. Their faces glowed red and they started getting hot, too hot like it fucked up my skin, leaving second degree burns. I tried to run away, only to get caught by one of the guys and get choked out.

I woke up in chains. At first I fought these people were as strong as me so I always got caught and restrained. I felt like I was going mad, no food, little water. A few guys would come in and  hit or burn me all over with just their skin. I don't know why, but no one came for me. One day an older looking blond man came in. "Toni Maria Stark, daughter of the famous Tony Stark. Too bad your daddy, your friends, or little suit can't help you. Now don't worry you may survive this, actually with your already mutated DNA who knows what will happen,but it will hurt like a mother fucker." I was locked into a metal thing and I tried to stay conscious. I had no problem doing that after I was injected with this painful little bitch. Then I started to feel like I was on fire. I don't know how long it lasted but at that point I really did want to die. It was like my skin was melting, the organs were exploding. I looked down and my body was glowing red, just like those people that exploded. I'm going to die. That is a fact, but now all I am thinking about is at least I am going to die sooner rather than later. At one point I either cooled off or passed out, I honestly do not remember. I woke up when more of whatever was injected into me. I looked to the side and even with my whole body shaking like a seizure I could see Pepper right by me. Happy may never wake up and Pepper and I will probably die. The thought of my dad being alone brought tears to my eyes and an anger that can only come from the heart.

Then an idea hit me. If I die, I want do die on my terms. If I could figure out how to explode then at least I can take these bastards out with me. My thoughts were cut short when I herd an explosion. Then another followed that knocked me and my cage thing to the ground. I struggled still feeling so weak, I kept on trying to get out but I was scared. Every time I used my muscles they would feel like fire. I was scared that I would explode, but the anger kept on fueling me and the restraints finally came off. Standing up felt like it was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life but when my eyes focused again and I saw my father come into the doorway I knew that I would be fine. Once I felt fine I could feel my own body cool off and my legs gave out as I hit the floor. My father had ran to me and helped me up until I could stand on my own with a little pep talk from him. When I saw Pepper I ran into her arms, crying. She is like the mother I never had, who never had the opportunity to raise me. Later Pepper and I got fixed, then dad got all the shratnel out. Happy even woke up from the coma. Everything seemed fine. Something changed in me tho. I know I will never be the same. The battle of New York showed me that mentally I have a weakness, and this just showed me that even with my strength I am no where near as strong as I thought I was. 

All I can say is that was the worst holiday break I ever had. I don't know why but there is this nagging feeling in my head. I want to start over. No Steve, no tony, no avangers.