What Was Once

Chapter 18- Colleen

"Mistress Stark, your father made a suits for you the four of you if you chose to use yours." JARVIS informed me. I looked up to the ceiling as if expecting to see him.

"Where are they?" I asked shakily. Some hidden door opened and standing there, in the hidden display case, were four suits, each ranging size. Two were red and gold and the others were green and black. The green and black one looked more feminine so I walked over to that one and got inside, immediately grabbing Michael again. I looked to Jessica and Robin. "It should be safe up there. Johnny and Clint are upstairs. Be safe." They nodded before heading back up. I took off and flew over to the restaurant mom and dad were at.

As I descended, I started to take the suit off. When I was fully back on the ground, the suit wrapped around my wrist like a bracelet; it must have been some new technology dad discovered. If the circumstances weren't so drastic, I would taken the bracelet a part right there and tried to figure out how he did it but instead, I just dashed into the restaurant.

"Hello Miss Stark. What brings you here?" One of the nice waiters asked when they saw that I ran inside, oblivious to the fact that Michael was unconscious and probably dead in my arms. I forced a smile before darting to where I knew my parents were.

"Mom!" I stated once I made it over to them. "Dad!" They turned to face me, slightly confused as to why I was here.

"Colleen?" Mom asked. "What's wrong? How did you get here?"

"It doesn't matter right now!" I shouted. "Michael's hurt, we need to get him to the hospital! I can explain on the way there."

Mom and dad shared a look before dad was leaving a fifty on the table and mom was ushering me out of the restaurant into the car. I laid Michael on the backseat, sitting at his feet. Dad started the car and rushed to the hospital. The world seemed to return to its normal speed as we made it to the hospital and Michael was ushered into a room. I slumped down in a chair and let out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry for cutting your date short." I whispered, barely audible. Everything felt numb. I know Michael and I never got along much but he's still my twin brother and I still love him; I don't want to lose him. Did he feel like this when I was in the hospital? Was he a wreck like me? Mom and dad sat down next to me. "Maximoff came and. . ." I started but couldn't form the words. Mom held my hand, brushing his thumb over the back of it. "And she wanted to repay the favor you graciously gave her." I told dad. He raised an eyebrow before it seemed to set in. "She wanted to kill Michael to teach you a lesson and it's all my fault." I sobbed. "She warned us- she warned us not to step closer but I didn't listen and Michael's probably dead because of me!" I turned and cried into mom's shoulder. He cradled my head and kept me close, stroking my hair.

"Did you get a hold of Clint or the house?" Mom asked.

"Clint answered, said Jessica and Robin were fine but Wanda had gotten away. Johnny flew after Colleen barely a minute after." Dad replied. I looked up, wiping the tears out of my eyes.

"Johnny followed me?" I whispered. Dad opened his mouth to answer but was cut off.

"Of course I did, angel." It was Johnny; I didn't even have to turn to see who it was. I smiled faintly as he came over to us.

"You are such an ass." I told him, standing up and walking over to him. He laughed and nodded. Wrapping my arms around him, I started crying again into his shoulder. He held me tighter and stroked my hair.

"I've got you, angel. Everything is going to be okay." He soothed. The doctor stepped out of the room a moment later, wringing his hands.

"Your son's awake if you wish to seem him." He alerted us. I glanced to Johnny before speed-walking into Michael's room. He was sitting up in the bed, flipping through channels on the television. I shook my head slightly as I leaned against the door frame. "I'd be careful around the ribs." The doctor informed me. I nodded before walking into the room.

"Michael Anthony Vincent Stark." I whispered, earning his attention as I sat down on his bed. He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you had died." I admitted. "I thought I had gotten you killed." Reaching for his pillow, I made it look like I was going to fluff it for him but I really just grabbed it and started swatting him with it. "I- thought- I- had- gotten- you- killed!" I repeated, whacking him with the pillow after every word. "You are an asshole!" Michael just laughed, grabbing the pillow from me and putting it back where it belonged.

"I love you too." He sarcastically replied. We slipped into somewhat of an awkward silence. "We were close once." He tentatively stated. I nodded. "What ever happened?" I shrugged, biting my lip.

"You became an insufferable slacker that got everything he wanted handed to him." I whispered. He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well you became Mommy's Perfect Princess." He remarked. I opened my mouth to protest but came up short. He nodded. "The only thing I get 'handed to me' is the company which is because I'm the oldest and the only son." I nodded.

"Which is why I became 'Mommy's Perfect Princess'." I defended. "I needed to make a name for myself so everything needs to be perfect." I continued. He furrowed his brow. "You get the company and the legacy along with it. After you get it, my last name means nothing." He remained silent. "Which is why I don't use my real name on social media. No one's going to care that I'm a Stark once you take over or once I get married so why bother?" I didn't realize I was picking at the palm of my hand until Michael clamped his hand over mine.

"I'd care." He stated. I looked up at him. "You'd still be my twin sister." I halfheartedly smiled. "Can we stop our constant bickering and become close once more?" He asked. I nodded.

"I'd like that."