Here is (one of several being worked on) sequels to '2 Broke Starks', a collab series written by myself and 'Whedonista93' posted on here and A03. This is part of a series of works set in the same continuity, where Max Black and Darcy Lewis are the twin daughter's of Tony Stark.

We have many more ideas (and probably a ton will be developed beyond that) for this series, and have a lot of fun brainstorming for it.

This is part 1 of a 2-shot story, and takes place 12 months post 'Civil War', and while originally meant to be more lighthearted, does get a bit feelsy (next chapter will be more lighthearted, and feature more Peter, and MJ )

Hope you enjoy

Edit: 30/8/2018. Some minor edits done to punctuation and some reworking of wording.

Darcy Lewis (secretly Stark) came to a stop in the Midtown high school parking lot, taking a moment to grab her bag before exiting the car, not bothering to lock the door of the old dark red VW beetle.

Her dad had bought her the car for her nineteenth birthday, after she had mentioned her interest in one. Unlike her twin, Darcy wasn't as opposed to the occasional financial assist from their father in their teen years.

She remembers one particular time when she, Max, Caroline and Wanda-

Her steps toward the front door slow at the thoughts of her friend.

It's been just over twelve months.

Twelve months since what the media had dubbed the 'Civil War' between the Avengers.

Despite Darcy and Max's personal efforts to sway Tony's opinion, and that of the other Avengers, it only prolonged the inevitable tensions.

The whole bombing in Vienna had been the final straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

And then Germany.

And then Siberia…

(flashback)

The fluorescent lighting of the hospital halls shone above the twins as Darcy stood up, anxiously pacing as Max sat down on a waiting room chair.

Happy had gone to get them some coffee a few minutes ago.

"What the fuck is taking them so long?" Max wondered aloud.

They had been rushed to the hospital by Happy after receiving word from Vision that Tony had been found in Siberia and required medical attention.

Vision hadn't gone into details however, and the two young women had no idea what to expect.

"You know he could've avoided this, right?" Max turned to Darcy. "I mean we try and knock some common sense into that asshole, but he backflips on his promises. And don't get me wrong, Frisbee boy isn't blameless here either. But Tony's just got to go and fuck things up even worse, instead of trying to sort this out reasonably, he decides to go all mortal combat in a freaking airport, and then do God knows what in freaking Siberia! I mean why the hell did he go there anyway?"

"Can you just shut up for five seconds!" Darcy spun on her twin,throwing her arms out in frustration. "We don't know what the fuck is going on right now, Uncle Rhodey's still in the ICU, and now Dad's hurt too and we don't know how badly-"

Max waved dismissively. "He's always raving on about his suits, I doubt he's got more than maybe a few sprained joints or a couple bruises-" Max trailed off at the sound of doors slamming open down the hall, accompanied by frantic voices and shuffling feet.

A team of doctors and nurses came rushing through, wheeling a gurney carrying a familiar figure, various tubes and wires visible even from a distance.

Both twins eyes widened in shock at the sight of their father being wheeled straight past them, the medical team rapidly calling out orders as several went further down the hall ahead to prepare an operating room.

After a moment the twins broke out of their stupor and ran down the hall after them.

"Hey wait! What's going on?!" Darcy demanded, rushing to catch up to the medical team as they wheeled Tony through another door, only to be stopped by one of the nurses.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get out of the way!" Max cried out, only for the older woman in front of them to stand firm.

"I'm sorry but you can't go in any further. We're about to begin emergency surgery," the nurse explained gently.

"E-Emergency surgery…" Max stuttered, her voice going quiet as the nurse turned back and entered through the doors, the hurried voices of several doctors wafting through before being muffled by the doors once again.

The sisters continued to stand in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"D-Daddy…" Darcy's sob broke the silence, wide eyes still set on the closed doors in front of them.

"Darcy…Max…" a familiar voice called from behind them.

Turning, they saw Vision standing there, a concerned look on his face.

"Vision w-what's wrong with him?" Darcy asked in a quivering tone, her eyes already filling with tears.

"I do not think it would be best for you right now to-" Vision began

Max to cut him off harshly. "I don't give a rat's ass what you think would be best, just tell us what the fuck's wrong with him!"

"Upon arriving at Mr Stark's location, I immediately assessed his injuries. His armor had been severely compromised. He had sprains and bruising on various parts of his person. More concerning were multiple lacerations, signs of continuous concussive damage to his cranium, and several broken ribs, one of which punctured his left lung. Parts of his sternum had been fractured, including the sections previously mended during his surgery to remove the arc reactor. He was also suffering from hypothermia as a result of being exposed to the freezing temperatures without proper protection", Vision listed off as gently as he could.

Max and Darcy listened intently throughout, not cutting in once.

When it was clear the android was finished, Darcy's hand came up to cover her mouth to try and prevent further sobs from escaping, despite her shoulders visibly shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Vision calmly placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and Darcy ended up burying her face in his chest. He turned to Max, intent on offering her comfort as well, only to find she had taken off down the hall.

Caroline turned up at the hospital an hour later, having rushed over as fast as she could, and eventually found Max in one of the bathrooms.

Max returned to the others, Caroline at her side, sporting red rimmed eyes, and bloodied knuckles from where she had taken her emotions out on a metal paper towel dispenser.

Caroline insisted a nurse to take a look at her knuckles, despite Max's protests, while Happy quietly arranged to pay for any property damage.

Max took a seat beside Darcy, wrapping an arm around her as more of their friends and loved ones arrived. Darcy was the more outwardly emotional of the two when it came to sadness, and Max knew she had to be strong for the both of them.

Even if she was hurting just as much internally.

(flashback end)

Darcy closes her eyes, and shakes off the memory, and forces herself to keep walking, pushing the visions of that day back as she remembers why she's here in the first place.

She enters through the front doors of the school, mostly calm as she checks in with the office with minimal fuss. The sight of lockers and banners hanging from the ceiling remind her of her own high school experience, and the nostalgia helps her center herself.

Granted high school wasn't always fun, especially when puberty set in and opened up a whole new mess of social issues, but it had its moments.

She forced herself to focus on happier memories of those days as she digs her phone out to send a quick text to the person she's here for.

Peter Parker was enjoying his free period in the school library. He fumbled when he got a notification on his phone, vibrating loudly in his pocket. His eyes light up and he types out his response with a smile on his face.

His eyes narrow in confusion when the next response comes. Before he can ask for clarification, a familiar perfume reaches his nose and soft hands cover his eyes.

There's a clear smile in Darcy's voice. "Hey there Petey Pie, guess who?"

Drop a review if you want more, and to let me know what you thought of this chapter. Part 2 will be most likely published tomorrow night.