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She was running, sprinting as fast as she could. The rain was pouring down and it soaked her to the skin, as if to add insult to injury. Her wrist was broken, no doubt about it. Blood gushed out of a cut on her forehead and more blood made her shirt stick to her shoulder. She was getting dizzy and her she was pretty sure that she was about to throw up. She forced herself to keep running. You're fine, you're fine, she repeated to herself over and over. It was the dead of night and she wasn't familiar with New York streets, to be perfectly honest. She wore clothes that helped her blend in nearly anywhere: ripped jeans, combat boots and a white t-shirt that said 'Born to Run'. The irony of that wasn't lost on her... The backpack on her shoulders held everything that she owned.
"You'll be safe, they said. No one will ever be able to hurt you again, they said." She growled underneath her breath. She stopped and leaned against a street light, trying to catch her breath. The streets were mostly empty, except a few passing cars driven by people that didn't care about her. Then she acted as she always did: impulsively. She ducked and rolled, slid off the curb and scrambled beneath a car. Footsteps thundered past her and no one stopped to look at her. She held her breath, counted to ten and then crawled out from under the car into the street. As she straightened up, a car slammed into her. She actually felt her feet lift off the ground as she went flying backwards. She hit the pavement and rolled onto her back.
"Oh my gosh! I… I didn't see her… I swear!" A woman's voice cried out. Stay awake, stay awake! The girl ordered herself harshly. She was seventeen and she did not intend to meet her death via car. If she was going to die, she was going to go out fighting. She struggled to stay conscious, to keep her eyes open. It wasn't working.
"Call 911!" She heard. Then she passed out, her head lolling to the side and the word fading away.
Pepper Potts walked downstairs, staring down at the cell phone in her hands as if she was in shock.
"Tony…" Tony looked up from where he was fiddling with his Iron Man suit. It had been a couple of months since he fought Ivan Vanko, but he was still insisting on improving the armor.
"You have to come to the hospital with me, right now." Pepper told him.
"Why?"
"They need you to identify a Jane Doe."
"A what now?"
"It's a name used to identify an unknown woman!" Pepper was obviously irritated with him. "And according to the birth certificate they found in her backpack… she's your daughter."
A/N This is a short chapter because I think of it as the prologue of sorts. Following chapters will be longer.
Thank you for reading. Please review. If you have constructive criticism involving anything in this story (in any chapters), feel free to say it but please refrain from being rude about it.
This is my first fanfiction involving Marvel characters or storylines so I'm not sure how good this story will be, but I have a plan for what's going to happen, so I won't be just throwing random things out there in each chapter.
Again, thank you for reading and please continue!