Get in Loser, We're Going Shopping

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Who knew something could be so valuable to us, yet we never pay it any attention. We go on, somewhat appreciating life, but obviously not enough. You never know how much something means to you until it's taken away. We go on thinking, I'll be fine, nothing will happen. Who knew that memories could be so precious and that our limbs are sacred to us. It's what keeps us living. Do you let jealousy overtake you, at times like this, when all seems lost? Or do you give up, on everything?

That's what I think to myself as I sit in my wheelchair, clutching my hoodie closer to me as I look out my window of Tony's mansion, staring out at the ocean in front of me. I've lost everything. I can't be an astronaut, or a pilot anymore. It's been two weeks since Tony took me in. And each day has been emotionless for me. Tony tried to help me, cheer me up, but it didn't work. I barely knew him. He is just a man I've seen on the news. And the whole engagement thing doesn't work either. God damn it, we've known each other for a year and have been engaged for a month. I don't want to get married, not even to him. Yes, he has been kind, but I don't love him. And I don't understand how I "chose" to love him. He's different, too different for me. But I remember loving someone else, I've had a few dreams, showing small glimpses. I remember being a hero. But it wasn't real. None of it was. I can't believe I'm stuck in a situation I can't get out of.

I let out a sigh and look down at the water. Sometimes, I feel like I should just fall down there, and end it all. But a part of me tells me that I should keep on going.

I hear a knock on my bedroom door and let out a sigh, "yes?" 

"Why don't you come downstairs? You've been sulking around in your living room like a sloth." I hear Tony ask.

"At least sloths can move." I mumble, earning a sigh from him.

"Just come down please darling. I have something for you." 

"I'll be there in a minute." I tell him before he walks away. 

I really don't want to go.

"You should probably get going Mrs.Stark." I hear Jarvis say.

"God damn it Jarvis, I told you to call me Anya." I roll my eyes, "and I'm not even Mrs.Stark yet, and I don't want to be." 

"I'm sorry about that." 

"Anya?" 

"Yes Jarvis?" 

"Will you please meet Mr.Stark downstairs in his lab? I assure you it will be worth your time." 

"Alright. Alright. I'm going." I roll my eyes again as I press the buttons on my wheelchair and make my way downstairs. 

"Ah. There you are." Tony smiles once he sees me. 

"Good morning Anastasia." Pepper smiles at me. 

"Mornin Pepper. So why have you called me here?" I ask Tony with my arms crossed. 

"Like I said. I made something for you. Say hello to your new legs!" He tells me as he pulls out two black metal objects that look like bracelets.

"What are they? Bracelets for my ankles?" I scoff.

"These are mechanical leg braces which will do the walking for you. And, they're solar powered so you'll never run out of batteries. I tried to make them less bulky and more slick so they'd look more attractive." 

He's probably lying.

"Will you do me the honor?" 

"They look like a scam." I tell him.

"Will you please just try these on?"

Will these even work? Of course they will. He's Tony Stark.

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