Every family has demons, but none of them seem to scream as loudly as they do in the Stark family.
Tony Stark is known for many things; a father being one of them. Before he was Iron Man, before he was the CEO of Stark Industries, before he was...
mama, come here approach, appear daddy, i'm alone 'cause this house don't feel like home unsteady ───x-ambassadors
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new york presybterian 1998
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw a woman sitting in the chair beside my hospital bed. She had long, pretty gray-blonde hair was tied up off of her shoulders. She had a nice face, but it was pulled into a deeply concerned expression even though she was sleeping. A white-haired and mustached man stood beside the woman's sleeping form and he was reading through a few crisp white papers that were stuffed in a folder. My eyes flitted to the other side of the room where another, much younger looking man stood in front of a big window. He was not overly tall, but he was certainly not short. His head that was covered in dark brown hair was ducked slightly. His shoulders were lower than I believed they usually were. It wasn't hard to place their bodies to their voices.
Then he must be him, right?
The man I've wondered about my entire life. The one I would dream about when I slept under the sink. Then one I prayed would come save me, like the glittering knights I would read about in the fairytale books our aunt gave me. But he never came. He never opened the front door and picked me off of the ground. He never made the screaming or crying stop. It was all a dream, a fairytale in of itself. But he was here now. Wasn't he?
I opened my mouth before remembering that there was no point. Tears rushed down my face the moment they appeared in my eyes. I wanted to speak. I wanted to sing. I wanted to scream. It was not fair! None of it was fair! Mama never liked it when I spoke, but I never thought that would mean that she would steal my voice. lt wasn't fair.
A sudden movement to my left caused me to nearly jump out of the bed. The man to the right hurriedly jolted to attention and he caught me just before I hit the cold tiles. His rough hands gently lifted me back onto the bed and I slouched away from him, the woman who was now awake, and the gaze of who must be him. He must have turned to look at me and that was what scared me. I moved to raise my hands to wipe my face of the tears, but they are covered in thick bandages that are preventing me from doing much good. Eventually I tore my eyes away from the bandages to look up at the three people surrounding me. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, only to remember once more that no words were going to come out. The tears began to flow down again and my chest was ravaged with pain when it began to shake with my sobs. The two men looked at each other in horror, clearly unsure of how to calm a crying child.
"Uh, there, there," the young man awkwardly stretched out a hand to touch my head.
I drew back as the thought of anyone touching me was terrifying.
