Aurelia Stark, the girl with everything. Only daughter of billionaire, Tony Stark, she has anything a girl could of ever wish for. But when her father goes missing in the Afghanistan desert, the cracks in her seemingly perfect life start to show.
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Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news There's no water inside this swimming pool Almost over, had enough from you -Ever Since New York, Harry Styles
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June 4th 2010 S.H.I.E.LD Headquarters, New York
"You sure you're ready to get back in the field?" Hill asks.
"Always." I say certainly, though as my eyes fix on the white door in front of me, I add, "Bit late to back out now anyway."
It's been two days since the expo. It's been two days since I emitted purple light. It's been two days since I woke up from my day-and-a-half-long 'coma'. It wasn't a coma. It was something else. Something horrible and glorious at the same time. But I haven't told anyone that, I haven't told anyone anything. Mostly since I don't want to get sent to a psych ward.
So, I got attacked by a drone and went into a coma. My story goes something like that.
I don't know what happened at the expo, maybe I did imagine it all. I'll go with that- I want to believe that.
I'm Aurelia Stark. The whole world knows everything there is to know about me: I'm pretty, I'm popular, I'm spoiled, and I never have or will truly have to work a day in my life. The whole world thinks they know everything about me: lately, I've been thinking maybe I don't even know everything about myself.
I'm just trying to get back in the field and distract myself from everything else. And the mission Fury's given me, well, it'll be a great distraction.
Smoothing down my blouse, I take a deep breath, clicking my patent shoes together like I'm trying to escape Oz. The forties nurse's uniform they forced me to wear is itchy and super tight. My glossy chestnut hair is rolled up on either side- very nineteen forties-esque.
An operative's voice sounds through my earpiece, "Okay, counting down to consciousness in ten..."
Holy shit. This isn't how normal people do escapism.
"...nine..."
Fucking Captain America is on the other side of this door.
"...eight..."
What would they do if I just turned and walked away now?
"...seven..."
What if Captain America freaks out? He could kill me with his bare hands.
"...six..."
He could be a dick. Everyone was a dick in the nineteen forties.
"...five..."
Maybe if he tries to kill me, I'll turn into a human disco ball again.
"...four..."
Holy shit, I can't do that! I'll become a guinea pig in Area 51.
