1.The calm before the storm

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𝕯𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝕾𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖗

"Miss Stark-Rogers, please answer our questions"

The flashes of light blinded my view and I couldn't clearly focus on what the reporter was saying. I tried to answer their questions, but they came like waves, almost drowning me in their words.

"Miss Stark-Rogers, is it true that you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Miss Stark-Rogers, what do the avengers plan to do with the Sokovia accords?"

"Miss Stark-Rogers, who is your real father?"

I couldn't take it anymore. This pain, I had the impression that my head was going to explode in hundreds of tiny particles. There were also questions, thin as knives cutting the shield that my father taught me to do against them. I screamed and hid my ears with my hands, their voices becoming screeches.

Suddenly, half of the journalists fell to ashes and the other half became hideous four-handed creatures. I fell to the ground in surprise and used my hands to step back into the mud. Drops of sweat ran down my face as my heart pounded.

The monsters didn't move. Instead, they stepped aside to let me see the same monster that appeared in all of my dreams. His name was unknown to me, but the golden glove he was wearing made me tremble with fear.

"Bianca Stark-Rogers, I have to say that I am not impressed by the next Iron Warrior. I thought that being the daughter of a soldier, a genius and ... her, you would be more courageous, but I suppose that I was wrong in your case, "he said with his deep voice.

"I-I am not afraid of you." I said trying to control the fear in my voice, but I could see that he did not believe in my act. He smiled, lifting slowly his glove.

"You should." He said, snapping his fingers.

I cried out in pain when I woke up to my surprise in my room. My ears were ringing and my vision was blurred. I was covered in sweat almost as if I had gone swimming in a lake.

My dreams were becoming realistic. At first I could only see his purple skin color and the shaggy glove he had on his left hand, but now he was talking to me. It was the same dream. Again and again. Three months have passed and each single night I received the monsters in my dreams. Some days I just gave up on sleeping, family habits I guess.

I looked at the alarm clock on the side of my bed and realized it was 8:11 a.m. I think right now my dad is up and jogging, somewhere in New York with his friend Sam. My other dad, Tony, is having a conference about a program he is doing or something like that, but that meant he wasn't going to be home most of the day. I had the tower for myself. The other avengers went out, on missions, or simply rested in their real homes with their families, if they had one.

I rolled out of my bed, pushing the covers aside and putting my bare feet on the icy floor. I then put on the other one slowly and got up. My white pajamas were thin letting the drafts from my room pass.

First thing first, I tied my long blond color hair in a kind of ponytail and then I went to the window were I could see the buildings and the citizens of the city that never sleeps. I sighed while watching with envy the citizens heading to their work and the tourist visiting New York. Unlike them, I could never really hang out with my friends and at this point I chose to concentrate on another mystery.

I'm really happy with my dads and all that, but I wanted to know the woman who gave birth to me. The stranger who appeared in my dreams always mentions my mom as "she" and I want to know why. It's almost as if he knows her. Well, since my dads aren't here, I can afford to hack Tony's computer ... maybe just a little. It won't hurt anyone.  I slip my feet into the slippers and open the door to my room before stopping.

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