This started out as a drabble on my roleplay tumblr account rescuedinredandgold, and seems to have grown from there. This is just a warning for feels, comic universe plotlines and what could possibly be classed as spoilers if you don't already know about the rescue story in the Invincible Iron Man comics. Reviews and likes are welcome as always, and this is unbeta again!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Gingerfloss~ x

Prelude

"Firefighters on the scene are reporting that the stories are true, Virginia Potts, CEO of Stark Industries is trapped in the Hotel. There is no report her condition or if she has survived the accident, We'll be relaying the information as soon as we get it…"

Pain.

Its the last and first thing she can remember about anything, anything at all, a burning, agonizing pain that was weighing down on her as if it was crushing her into the ground. But the headache was worse, she couldn't

Reme-

Rememb-

Remember…

Remember what? What was she supposed to remember? There was nothing, nothing at all in head except an insistence that she was in pain.

She was sure that she was a woman, that was one thing that she had to keep forcing herself to think as her gaze ran around the room, taking in the white walls and gentle beeping sound. This is a Hospital, her head informed her, seemingly sure of that at least. Concentrating hard, the ginger woman sat up, gaze fixed on the opposite wall.

"We have just revived word that they have found a woman's body….no, i can officially confirm that they have found the body of Pepper Potts…"

Only then did she realise that something was very wrong. Her chest hurt, aching as if someone had punched her hard just between her breasts. Grumbling, she patted it, shocked to be met with cold, hard metal.

But she was a person, her mind insisted, a fleshy, bloody, boned human. What was that? She wasn't a robot was she? Looking around in panic she found what she needed, a mirror hung over the small sink in the corner. Somehow, knew to walk over to it and there was a another woman.

"…She's still breathing! Medication confirms that she is in a critical condition after head trauma and internal bleeding… So far there has still been no sign of the Avengers explanation for the attack.."

Mid-thirties, ginger, bruised and patched up with plasters and tape, with a light burred in her chest.

She looked like she was in pain. Gently, curiously, she to touch her, words caught in her throat.

But the woman moved too, perfectly in time with her as she reached over to touch her. Only to be solid glass, her reflections hand pressed flat against the mirror. There was no mistaking it, that woman was her.

But who was she?

The panic from moments ago swelled inside her without her realizing as she looked around frantically for a sigh, an explanation, something. Grabbing the medical notes from the end bed she tore through them, desperate for something as her legs gave out, landing her om at the foot of the bed, clutching the only words in this prison.

How she could read them she didn't know, but they still didn't provide what she desperately needed to know…

…Where was she. Why was she here.

And what was her name?