"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
when i was younger, should have known better and i can't feel no remorse, and you don't feel nothing back ophelia ─── the lumineers
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new avengers facility june 12, 2016 ( tony's point of view )
The End.
I didn't think it was going to end like this.
I swear to God, I didn't think it was going to end like this.
To have your life end with something like this, it was the perfect way to ruin those left behind. There are so many things that I would change. Then there are so many things that I would want to change, but God knows I wouldn't. Maybe it's because of selfishness, arrogance, idiocy, or something else stupid. I honestly don't care anymore. Yet I am the opposite of numbness. I feel it all and it's gonna ruin me, just like it ruined everything else.
My forehead rests in between the palms of my two hands, supporting me, keeping me upright because myself is all that I have left. Just me. No home. No friends. No family. No nothing. It's all just like I knew it was going to be. I knew I was going to be nothing in the wake of December 16th and I knew Lisa was going to be nothing too. My head falls to the right and the darkening sky meets my eyes through the new panes of glass.
I can still hear her twenty year old voice quietly saying, "I'm on your side. I'm always on your side."
But it wasn't enough.
Before it all ended, we both knew it wasn't enough.
I nearly look around in expectation of seeing her here. And then I remember how much of idiots we both are... or were. I breathe out a heavy, angry sigh as I clench and unclench my jaw. There's not much sound in the main building tonight. I guess I've grown so accustomed to the ridiculously annoying cacophony of noise that I've now come to almost miss it when it's gone.
Rhodey, Rogers, and Wilson laughing in the living room. Vision spewing all sorts of weird crap that hardly anybody understands. Barton and Romanoff sharing some likely shady spy secrets while the latter of the two rolls her eyes at everyone and holds a smirk on her face. Lisa and Wanda giggling and laughing as they play board games and tell each other horribly cheesy jokes. God, those are all things I never thought I'd come to miss. Or maybe they're all things I never thought I'd come to lose. Or come to hate.
"Tony."
I lazily roll my head back to look over my shoulder. A familiar strawberry-blonde with a tear-strained face stands in the doorway. Huh. Well how about that. I'm honestly surprised to see her. Who knew Virginia "Pepper" Potts still cared? I grit my teeth and close my eyes, slightly shaking my head. I mentally curse myself. She's not the problem. It's me. It's always got to be me. And, as I open my eyes to watch her again, all I see is that she's in pain. God, I can't stand it. My chin lifts slightly as I tear my gaze from the woman and turn further in my chair. I hold a blank expression while I continue to stare out at the night stretching before the new Avengers Facility.
