A/N: I completely rewrote this prologue. To everyone who read the original, I hope you like this version better! Remember to review! I love to hear your feedback.

Prologue

1984
I was breathing so quickly, I think I was hyperventilating. I was definitely nervous, everyone here was so much older than me and first impressions matter. At least, that's what Mom told me.

Other girls my age are supposed to worried about their boyfriends and keeping up with the latest trends. I was trying to keep my scholarship to MIT. Most classes weren't a problem, I flew threw math and science classes like they were kindergarten. But I could already tell, Public Speaking was going to be the bane of my existence.

I didn't understand people. They were unpredictable and I had no idea how they were going to react. I didn't have the best track record, I was bullied throughout school because of far ahead I was and my lack of friends. So far college was better, no one was insulting me but I still had no friends.

I had my eyes shut tight, hoping that maybe this class was just a bad dream, when a voice spoke up. "Are you reciting Fermat's last theorem?"

I jumped in surprise, not expecting anyone to speak to me, let alone say my soul words. "This really is a dream!"

The boy's eyes widened in shock. And he really was a boy, not one of the 20 year olds around campus. There was only one other kid genius around campus. Tony Stark. Tony Stark said my soul words. I think I'm going to pass out!

"You said my words!" Tony rolled up his sleeve, showing me the dark lettering on his forearm in my handwriting.

"You said mine! I can't show you without taking off my shirt though…" I blushed a little. Tony was definitely attractive in a "I woke up like this" sort of way. His hair was slicked back with what I think was machine oil. His eyes glinted with humor and a smile lite up his face. He was wearing a band shirt covered in some questionable stains and I doubted his pants were in any better condition.

"Do you wanna get out of here? Get coffee or something?" Tony asked and I really wanted to but class had just started.

"It's the first day of class. I don't really want to miss this but I'm free later. We can talk later?" I was already nervous about this class, I didn't want to miss anything.

Tony gave me a smirk, "Well, we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other."

1989

I first met Howard Stark when I was 19. It was my last graduation, Tony and I were both graduating with multiple doctorates in various science and mathematics fields. Howard came to the graduation only for the publicity. Over the years, Tony had told me of his childhood and I was very tempted to punch Howard when I met him.

I thought Tony was egotistical but he didn't hold a candle to Howard. It was obvious what he thought of me, how because I wasn't rich that Tony shouldn't be with me. Like he was so much better than me.

When Tony told him we had eloped the year before, Howard had quickly turned a vibrant red. It didn't matter to Howard that we were soulmates, he wanted to be able to control every aspect of Tony's life so my presence destroyed his plans.

Rhodey saw how tense things were so he quickly pulled me away to meet his family. I heard Howard proclaim that I was clearly cheating on Tony with Rhodey and I was using Tony for his money. I wasn't surprised when Tony came stomping over a few minutes later and quickly wrapping his arms around me, some of the tension leaving him.

"I'm sorry about him. I was hoping he wouldn't react like that." Tony whispered in my ear, his head resting on my shoulder.

I turned to kiss his cheek. "I knew that us meeting probably wasn't going to end well. It's not your fault that he's an asshole."

He chuckled, his laughter vibrating against my back. "Well, if your up for it, there's someone else I want you to meet. I promise she'll be much more supportive."

He pulls me over to an older woman with perfectly placed hair and lips as red as blood. Streaks of gray ran through her hair but she wore them with dignity. "Jasper, this is my godmother, Peggy Carter. Aunt Peggy, this is my wife and soulmate, Jasper."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear. Tony has told me wonderful things about you." A gentle smile graced Peggy's lips. Her accent surprised me as did the hug she pulled me into, her grip strong.

"I would say the same but he hasn't told me much. He says most of your life is top secret." Peggy just nods and releases me from our hug. She observed me in silence for a few seconds, her eyes lighting up. "How far along are you?"

My eyes widened in shock and I glanced at Tony. "Oh! I'm about 12 weeks! How did you know?"

Tony put his hand on my slight bump. I was barely showing but Tony was very excited. He wanted to build stuff for our child and teach them how to build their own circuit board. He was also very worried about ending up like his father. I knew he wouldn't, he was to giving to end up like Howard.

Peggy gave us a knowing look. "It's my job to know."

Several months and 12 grueling hours of labor later, Darcy Margaret Lewis Stark is born.