The Forgotten Stark. The one who's thrown to the side and ignored by her family...but that all changes when she meets the Avengers.
"Stop it, Tony!" Bucky snaps.
"You treat her like dirt on the bottom of your shoe- well, then again you probably tre...
I wasn't very relevant once Morgan was born. I haven't even met the Avengers and I'm fifteen. Shes met the Avengers and she's only five. It's not fair, it's dumb...and I hate being left out by family. It's the worst but after awhile you get used to it.
I shower and get changed for school -
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I curl my silver hair and let it fall to my hips. I pull on my black leather jacket and pull my hair out from under it.
I don't even bother saying good morning anymore, I just grab my bag and leave but this time it was different.
"Don't be rude, Lilith...we have guests." Dad clears his throat.
I look up and see them.
The Avengers.
"Hey, it's nice to finally meet you." Steve smiles.
"Uh, yeah...likewise.." I nod.
I knew who they all are so they didn't need to introduce themselves. Nat, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Pietro, Sam and of course we have Peter and Brooke. Brooke is Steve and Nat's daughter.
"Can you keep an eye on Morgan for a second?" Pepper sighs.
"I...I kinda have to get to school.." My voice trails off.
"Damn it, Lilith! You haven't even played with Morgan since she was born! What's wrong with you?!" Dad scoffs.
I sigh, looking at him.
"I'll watch her.." Thor smiles.
"Yeah, I don't mind.." Wanda grins.
"See! You have people openly volunteering!" I smile sarcastically.
"You get your sarcasm from your father." Sam chuckles.
"Yay." I sigh, dully. "You both need a ride?" I look at Peter and Brooke.
"Oh, we're okay!" Brooke smiles.
"Yeah we're going in later." Peter chuckles slightly.
I nod, turning around.
"Be home on time!" Dad states.
"I'm going to Holly's." I open the door.
"No, we're all having dinner." Pepper yawns.
"But it's a Tuesday. I always go to Holly's on a Tuesday." I turn around again, facing them.
"Not today you're not." Dad folds his arms.
"It's okay, Tony...if she's busy then I'm sure we have no problem rescheduling." Bucky smiles at me.
