"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
come as you are, as you were as i want you to be as a friend, as a friend as an old enemy come as you are───nirvana
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london, england june 8, 2016 ( crossover )
The singing voices carry along the rafters as I keep my head bowed and my hands tightly clasped together in front of me. A black and white picture is framed in gold and candles flicker in the front of the cathedral as a casket is carried on the shoulders of the men who loved and respected the woman housed inside it. She doesn't belong in there. No one belongs in a cage, not even in death.
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A heavy tear falls from my eyelashes as I take in a quiet breath and remember the last time I had talked to her... the last time I'll ever talk to her. She was having a good day. Her head was clear and she remembered me, Dad, Steve, and everything else. I should be thankful for that. I should be so much more thankful than I am. I guess that's the thing about death; you never know what moment or what word is going to be your last.
"Peggy!" I whirled around to face the old woman who did not look up from her own newspaper, "Do you see this?!"
My aunt's brown eyes squinted as she tried to take in the black and white information for herself, "I do."
My fingers curled tightly around the edges of the newspaper as I read what was written, "Stark heiress proves to lack maturity and the capability of discernment, in both business and social circles. Many say that with the twenty year old woman's most recent behavior, she is much like her father, 'too much like her father'."
Aunt Peggy pursed her lips and shook her head, "Too much like Howard."
I scoffed, still caught up in my anger, "I am not like Howard, thank you very much."
My aunt looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, "You've always had the Stark fire, Little Fighter."
"Clearly!" I snapped and shook the newspaper around in front of me before I scowled back down at it, "Well, they clearly know about Dad and Pepper breaking up. Apparently, he can't make them stay and I can't make them go."
