"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...
put your arms around somebody else don't punish yourself, truth is like blood underneath your fingernails and you don't wanna hurt yourself looking too closely───fin greenwall
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barton farm, undisclosed location may 3, 2015
My body jerks up and I let out a loud, gasping breath. My arms wildly move around as I try to find something to hold onto, something to explain just what is going on. I'm covered in a thick layer of sweat and dirt, and I can't really remember why. My chest is still heaving with quick breath and my heart is thudding hard against my ribcage. My blue eyes are stinging and they dance around in confusion. I'm in an enclosed space, lying on a table or something of that kind. The walls and ceiling are gray and black, only lit up with a few glowing buttons. There are no obvious doors or windows that I can break my way out of.
No escapable means.
I'm trapped.
I'm going to die.
"Hey, hey," two hands take my face, locking me in place.
"Get off!" I hoarsely demand, quickly shoving away the hands and blindly raising up my own fist.
"Whoa! Relax! Relax," a sharp voice causes me to blink forcefully and then slowly recognize the man before me.
Tony. Tony... Stark.
My father.
Dad. That's what I call him.
My dad.
"You did this. You left me all alone."
A shudder ripples through my chest and then makes my shoulders shake.
Those words. Were they a dream? Were they real? Oh God, it hurts. The memories hurt and my heart quickens its furious pace. A bead of sweat trickles from my forehead down the side of my face and I open my mouth to say something that I immediately forget. My dad's brown eyes are wide with caution and his hands are raised up in surrender. He looks worn. Yes, it's as if he's just been beat around, but it's more than that. His spirit looks worn.
He's tired.
He's dead.
So is everyone else I love.
It was a vision. But it was just so real. It felt more than simply a dream. Mama, or right, no, I call her Janice now. She was there and the things that she said... those things about-about Peter. The sky plunged in. It was beautiful for a while. Loki said it was what I wanted. I'm not sure if it was. Maybe it was.
