Ok guys. So this is an idea I had a while ago and I recently typed it up and decided to post it so any ways. I present to you chapter one of Thief in the Night.
Chapter one
A small child ran into her house after school one day. She followed her normal after school routine, she set her back pack on a chest by the door, and walked into the living room expecting to see the familiar sight of her mother sitting on the couch reading, and hear her father talking to her from the kitchen. But that was not what the six year old girl saw. When she entered the room she saw a dead body sprawled across across the floor. The girl was unable to comprehend the events unfolding in front of her. She knelt down next to the body.
"Mommy?" The six year old said, her voice breaking. "Wake up. Mommy you have to wake up." Tears rolled down the girls cheeks. Although she was young, she realized that her mother was dead.
The little girl looked down in sorrow, only to realize that her mother's blood was pooling around her legs, soaking her jeans. The girl screamed scrambling away from the body in the living room, only to enter the kitchen and see her father in the same state. The girls screamed once again, and ran from the house.
Clara Johnson's parents were murdered. And she had no where to go.
Two years later
A small child with tangled brown hair, a purple hoodie, muddy sneakers, and a pair of blood stained jeans, two sizes too small, gazed in the pet store window. The girl was eying a small chocolate puppy that she had learned to call Bear. A longing tear streamed down her face as the child stared at the playful lab. The girl looked down whipping the year away before looking back in the window. As she looked back she saw the reflection of a man with a small amount of facial hair, messy black hair, and black tinted sunglasses. This man was Tony Stark. The girl turned around pulling her hood up over her head as to hide her face. As she walked by the billionaire, the girl grabbed his wallet from his back pocket.
"Hey!" Stark yelled. "Give that back!"
The girl quickly ran off, disappearing into the New York crowd.
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Tony Stark watched as the young thief, along with his favorite wallet disappeared into the New York crowd. Stark turned to the man in the news paper stand.
"Who was that?" He asked.
"London Jones. And she's a brat if you ask me." The man in the stand replied.
"Why haven't the authorities gotten her?"
"Beats me. She's robbed my stand twice. I've pressed charges both times. But the police claim there's no one in New York named London Jones."
"So she's working under an alias?"
"No clue."
Tony nodded and then walked back to the Tower. As he entered the communal floor, he saw Steve and Clint.
"Some punk kid just stole my wallet." Tony said in a shocked tone.
"Really? Dude. You have like 50 wallets. And their all exactly the same. " Clint said.
"Yeah but that one as special."
"Why?"
"Because I bought it for myself."
"What do you not buy for yourself Tony?" Steve said.
"Any thing Pepper buys me." Tony said pouting like a toddler.
Steve and Clint rolled their eyes before going back to their previous conversation.
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London leaned on the wall of a building in an empty ally way. She pulled the wallet that she had stolen from Tony Stark out of her pocket, opening it. Inside London found five dollars.
"Geez! For a billionaire he sure doesn't carry a lot of money with him." She thought.
London walked to a nearby gas station, and bought a candy bar and a small bottle of water.