"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...
just the other day i looked at my father it was the first time i saw he'd grown old "one day you'll remember us laughing one day you'll remember my passion one day you'll have one of your own" fade in / fade out ─── nothing more
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cia headquarters, germany june 9, 2016 ( crossover )
For some reason, I looked at the car's clock. It was 7:01 p.m.
"Howard!" Grandma called out in a panic and...
I squeeze my eyes closed.
"L-Lisa," Grandma mumbled quietly from the seat in front of me.
I'm in the back of a car. Sirens blare all around as a long train of cars rush down cleared out streets. I'm in the back of a car. Howard threw open the car door and fell out of his seat, trying to get around to the other side of car so that he could help us. I look quickly out the window, but he's not there. Howard's not there.
I watched hopefully as the...
No, no, no, this isn't right. This isn't how it went. It was... It wasn't like this.
Maybe he would help us. He had to help us. He would, wouldn't he?
He? Who's 'he'? This isn't how things are supposed to go!
Howard quietly begged, "Help my granddaughter a-and my wife. Please. Help."
Please. Help. .pleH Please. Help.
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Then Howard fell face-first into the dirt and grass, unmoving.
Unmoving. .gnivomU He was unmoving. ˙buıʌoɯun Un-un...
My head twitches to the side and I take in a sharp breath, gritting down onto my teeth as I try to shut out the pain of whatever's in my mind.
My pink lips opened a little so that I could whisper, "Why?"
