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She saw it coming, but she ignored all the signs and kept going.

Y/n Stark is an intelligent person. Some people might call her crazy, some call her a genius, and sometimes a bit of both, just like her father. Yet when it comes to love, Y/n Stark is an absolute idiot. She wasn't inexperienced in the Love Department. She had her fair share of relationships in the past, a lot of them, yet none of them had cured the pain in her chest. Because her heart only yearned for one boy. Y/n didn't know when she had started loving Peter, but all she could remember was the feeling of something warm in her chest and the want of just being by his side forever.

But that crumbled until this very moment.

Y/n watched from afar. MJ and Peter, happily united, talking and finally...kissing. As she watch the scene unfold before her, the feeling of her chest tightening, and the lack of oxygen came back. She could feel it slowly, the roots spreading across her chest, stems growing bit by bit, and the flowers starting to bloom. It wasn't until later that she felt herself choking and the need for oxygen. First, she coughed up one petal, then two, until it became a pile scattered on the concrete floor. She immediately went behind a bus to hide from her two friends and continued her coughing fit. Her mouth sputtered more yellow petals and blood. They couldn't see her like that. She doesn't them to see her like that.

Yellow Carnation - the meaning of rejection in the flower language. Y/n laughed at the thought of how such a beautiful flower could symbolize something so painful.

Rejection. Y/n Stark had experienced it two times in her life. The first, being the rejection of her mother, hence why she now lives with her father. And the second, was Peter's. She hadn't confessed to Peter, but she knew even before, he already had his heart set on someone. And that someone wasn't her.

"Miss Stark, would you like me to take you to the nearest hospital? I am seeing some restrictions in your trachea, which is making you hard to breathe." Edward, her A.I., spoke through the earpiece she wore.

"I'm fine Edward. Just- Just get me out of here." she managed to speak out in labeled breaths.

"But your wounds, Miss. You need to tend to them, it would le-"

"Just get me out of here Edward!" Her head was immediately wrapped in her nanotech helmet and she flies across the sky as fast as she could. She didn't know where to go, her mind was completely elsewhere. But when she saw a nearby building, she didn't hesitate to land and release herself from her suit. She knelt on the ground, shaking. Her body felt so fragile she could feel herself breakdown from the physical injuries she had taken, and the emotional ones taking over her body.

The bracelet buzzed on her wrist, indicating an incoming call. She opened the holographic screen, and Happy's contact picture appeared. She pressed the green button.