After the untimely death of Tony Stark. His daughter Maya Stark struggles to recuperate. She continues to fight to protect her family until a threat rises that makes her question who she can really trust. With the help of her uncle Rhodey she fights...
A wise man once said, "We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will." That's exactly what my father did. He created a legacy. He died for the good of the people he loved. He saved us. I owe it to him to continue his legacy, and maybe not die while I'm at.
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New York, UN Conference, 2025
I walked through the crowded room with the comfort of Happy, Rhodes, and my dad's sunglasses. Camera's flashed violently. Rhodey did his best to stay calm. He was protective, and didn't like when people hounded me. Especially not now. Today was the second anniversary of my dad's death, so on top of Rhodes having to look after me, he was depressed today. When Rhodey got depressed he just got angry. He would be aggressive and stand offish. I did my best to leave him be when he got like that, but it didn't always work out that way. Happy was just as upset as Rhodey, but he was better at dealing with emotions. He didn't have any problem with showing them, but now was not the time nor the place. He knew that well. So he stayed quiet and walked with us to the car. I tried to stay calm, and I did until they asked. Why did they have to ask?
"What was it like to watch your father die?" The reporter shouted.
It was like some sort of flip switched in me. All of a sudden I couldn't control my breathing. My brain was running at a million miles an hour. The memory of my dad's last moments flooding my mind.
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I walked out frantically. I tried not to show any emotions. The sunglasses helped with that, but he fact that I was power walking out of the building like an old lady was a little scary. I stumbled to the car. Happy tried to keep up. Even almost thirty feet away I could hear Rhodes lashing out at the reporter. I buried my face in my hands. I was thankful that he cared, but this would be all over the news and it was just one more thing for me to worry about. I got in the car and slammed the door. I breathed heavily. I couldn't cry, not now. Happy soon caught up and got in the car. He sat in the seats across from me. I could tell I wasn't helping his mental state right now. I sighed and took off my sunglasses as I slowly calmed myself. Once I was breathing like a normal human I looked at Happy.
