1-12: Very Generic White Names

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Malibu, California

June 3, 2011

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Astra parked in front of Tony's mansion and walked through the front doors. She walked straight to the kitchen and took some cereal and milk. She started to eat her, well, technically dinner and enjoyed her presence there. Someone's footsteps echoed through the quiet house, then stopped right next to the kitchen.

"You're back." Tony observed the obvious and took a seat next to his sister.

"Yep," She confirmed. "Wanted to stop by here first before going to my apartment."

"To eat cereal?" He raised an eyebrow.

She gave him a flat smile and continued to spin side-to-side in her chair. "I actually have a question that can't wait till tomorrow."

"What is it, Scooter."

"So, you've known Mom and Dad longer than I did." Astra stopped spinning and leaned on the counter. "I was wondering if they even did mention anything strange about me?"

"What do you mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't expect you to know that much since my abilities thing is new to you. Is there something, anything, that you may know?"

"I don't know anything." He answered, a little too quickly. "Why are you so curious about it?"

"Because," Astra grabbed her spoon again. "It's something that I have a right to know answers to. We're siblings. I would like to know what happened to me that I have powers and you don't." She asked and put a spoonful of coco puffs in her mouth.

Tony looked a little uneasy. Astra didn't know she was adopted. The Stark parents planned to tell her when she got old enough. But they died and no one had the strength to tell a mourning girl that her parents weren't really her parents.

"Wish they were still alive." Astra said sadly, referring to her parents.

"Well, you should go home." Tony stood up from his seat. "Night." Astra watched her brother leave, know that it was unusual for him to leave a conversation like that. Once she put her empty bowl in the sink, she left to her own apartment.

The fist thing she did was shower. What ever cuts or bruises she got where gone. Over the many years with S.H.I.E.l.D. she always got hurt. Always got healed. Except for a few rare times, when an injury didn't heal.

2 years ago she got a scar. A deep cut on her  bottom of her back that never went away. It was a reminder to her. Why she does what she does. Why she knows that some things aren't worth her time. And there are some things that she needs to fight for.

The female stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She touched the scar tightly. In her mind she could feel the pain like it was brand new.

*****

Astra woke up to the annoying ringing of her phone. She was no longer annoyed when she was it was Chase calling. She smiled and clicked to answer.

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