The Beginning of The End
Julia
"Mom, can we please stop?" I question as my Mother takes the exit off the highway-after nine hours of nonstop driving. My eyes skim the sign and notice that we're heading to no place other than New York City. Fun.
Then again, this isn't really too abnormal for the two of us. For as long as I could remember, it's always just been me and her driving around, looking for someone to hire her as a news reporter. I've never really remembered a time when we actually stayed in one place, especially since my Mother has quite the reputation for being a slut. It was a little bit too common to find her sleeping with her cohost-married or not, man or lady. That usually caused us to move around a little bit more than a family in the army.
I sigh, it's impossible to get to her sometimes. She drives along the busy highways to the big city as I take down the mirror in the car and check how I look. Its strange, I don't look anything like my Mother, who has brunette hair and blue eyes. My hair is a fierce blonde, almost white rather than gold, and green orbs that are a little bit too big for my face.
A sudden jolt rocks the entire car and I immediately grip the arm rests a little bit more. However, my Mother just continues to drive as if this was a regular thing for her. I let out a gasp and shoot her a dirty look before speaking up.
"Mom, you know, I do want to make it to my seventeenth birthday." I state, but my Mother only glances at me before looking back at the road. Passengers walk by us, harmlessly passing by some homeless people who beg for money. I sigh and push some blond hair behind my ear, slowly waiting for my Mom to find one of the bajillion of the hotels inside NYC so we can make our stay.
I push my earbuds into my ears, despite the fact that I know I'll still hear everything even when it's on all the way. I have extraordinary hearing, which can be quite a pain in the ass sometimes, especially in these types of situations.
I kind of doze off for a while, that when I'm once again alert of our surroundings, its only to see that we've parked right smack in front of the Avengers Tower. I raise my eyebrows, she's going for big gigs now? I didn't even know that the Avengers were looking for their own personal news reporter. I glance over to my Mother and stare into her features.
She's a million times more beautiful than me, all at the age of 34, that you can instantly see why so many people hired her. Who wouldn't want to stare at a beautiful lady tell the news?
I quickly notice that we're blocking an entire lane of the road and the curses that men and women throw at us. But, as always, my Mother honestly gives no fucks and leaves the car before she walks up to the building. But before she manages to get inside, a sudden force field blocks her way.
"Let me in." She orders it, as if she had some sort of authority to do so. I stifle my laughter, my eyes glowing with amusement as I shook my head at her childish actions. I glance around, does the Avengers have some sort of Starbucks nearby?
"I'm sorry, Miss." A British voice responds. "There are no visitors allowed into the Avengers Tower." He states and I slightly feel bad for the machine. He obviously doesn't know what the type of person my Mother is.
"Tell Tony Stark that I'm Samantha Lionstone." My Mother complains, as if there's some sort of value to our family name. If anything, the very name should make Tony Stark want to refuse us even more. I check my phones, desperate to the pass the time and the sound of furious honks and foul words from the drivers whose road we've blocked. I'm surprised that there are still so many people who live in NYC, after all, isn't there, like, a bajillion villians who attack every Sunday?
But as if my Mother just struck a nerve, the force field disappears. My Mother gives a smirk in satisfaction as I roll my eyes. They are hiring for some new News Reporter. I feel bad for the Avengers, my Mother is obviously trying to sleep with at least one of them. Probably Thor, for all I know.
Before my Mother goes in, however, she turns around and raises an eyebrow, as if she's saying What the fuck are you waiting for? I roll my eyes and quickly exit the twenty year old van.
I'm not exactly dressed to see the Avengers. My blond har is down and a complete mess. I'm wearing converse shoes, faded boyfriend jeans, and a black shirt. I wish my Mother told me that we were seeing actual legends so I could actually prepare a little bit better. Still, I manage to run over to her, quickly patting down my hair, with my earbuds still in my ears before we both entered the building.
I don't really know what to expect, but at least I wished that we could explore the famous building a little bit. Maybe I could take a few pictures or something, maybe even with the famous heroes, but rather than be able to browse, we're only met by Tony Stark's face.
His dark brown hair was ruffled and messy, making me feel slightly better about mine. His skin was tanned and his eyes were so serious, it almost took me back a little bit. Unlike how I practically always see him on the TV, with a suit, he wore a simply grey shirt and sweatpants. His hands were stained in what looked like oil and were crossed, only adding to that sort of disapproving parent sort of look.
His eyes glance over from my Mother, before he stares at me. His eyes linger on my own as I check my phone, desperate to turn the volume so loudly, that maybe it could bleed my eardrums. Knowing my Mother, she's probably going to seduce him or something.
"What do you want, Samantha?" He questions and my Mother simply gives him a tight lipped smile before opening her purse and taking out a folder of paper.
"Here's everything. Her birth certificate, passport, hell, I even have her fucking report cards." She states and Tony stares at the folder, but doesn't touch it. Suddenly, the seriousness in his dark brown eyes suddenly turns to fear as he stares back at her. Her arm is still outreaches, and my Mother's eyes don't even seem to blink.
"What are you giving me this for?" He asks, his voice shaking a bit as my Mother suddenly shoves them into his arms before taking a step back, looking a little relieved. Confusion bubbles up in my chest, what the hell is she doing? What's happening?
"I'm done, Tony." She states and runs her hands through her hair. "I've spent what's suppose to be the best years of my life raising this… this ungrateful brat. It's your turn now."
"No…" Tony states and the files within the folder fall out. I glance down at one of them and see the name. Juliette Esmeray Lionstone. My name. Suddenly, my heart is beating harder and harder within my chest as the situation slowly begins to sink in. Tony rushes towards her receding figure, his eyes full of desperation. "No, you don't understand. I can't raise her, not now! I'll… I'll give you more money! I'll give you a job, a house, anything!"
"Well listen up, neither can I! I need to live my life without her!" She yells back and gives him the middle finger, her entire attiude giving off the 'Giving no fucks' sort of vibe. I guess I got that from her.
"No, please, Samantha!" Tony Stark yells back. His voice turns soft as he looks back at me, when realization slowly bubbles up in my chest. "Does… Does she even know who I am?"
My Mother slowly turns around, one hand on the door and the other resting by her side. She looks at first Tony, then at me before smiling. A sickly sweet smile that you know means she's up to no good.
"Sweetie, this is Tony Stark, your Father. But that's not really that important, what is important, is the fact that I'm done with you, Julia. You're going to live with your Father for who knows how long. Good bye now, darling."
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