"How did you- I mean.." Tony laughs, highly inappropriate for the situation at
hand but he couldn't help himself. "I was aware," He stepped closed to the woman
he bound to one of his lab chairs, unable to take his eyes off the light now
emitting from her chest. He clears his throat, "I was aware I was the only one
with, well with that," Tony pointed to her chest and she laughed. "You weren't
the first person Yinsen preformed the procedure on, Mr. Stark." Tony took note
that-even though she sounded American-her accent hinted of Foreign decent.
Could be useful, he thought. "Yinsen. . He died a long while ago, so when did he
happen to-" She cut him off with a maniacal laugh, "Oh, oh, I see, you want a
story! You poor Naive man. . Nevertheless, I will give you the story you search
for."
He loved to take walks on days like this; the sun peaking through thick white
clouds and of course the perfect wind that would keep you cool but never stir up
dust. There weren't many days like this so he needed to enjoy it.
He had nearly reached the edge of the village when he spotted a young women, no
old than 18, laying in crimson stained sand a few feet from the villages second
source of water; a small pool of water they classified as an Oasis.
He rushed over to her to find her still alive but barely.
There had been a bombing about three or so villages over but a night ago and her
wounds indicated that's where they came from.
His voice was panic-striken as he attempted to reassure her everything would be
ok. He tried a number of languages before settling on English.
"You understand me, yes? I promise everything is going to be ok. ." She gave a
small, weak nod as he helped her to her feet.
It was a painful and slow walk back to his home but he couldn't help her without
his equipment.
He started to worry himself, the woman, whoever she was, had been unconscious for
near to 4 hours now after the surgery. He knows he shouldn't worry, he's done it
before, well, unsuccessfully but that's because his 'patients' had been brought
in too late. He still couldn't help watching her, lying there, on his bed, almost
completely still.
The sound of a heavy sigh, a fist against the hard, rock walls of the mans home
and cursing brought her jolting into consciousness.
He tried to calm her as she sat up and cried in agony. "Please, please, calm
down! You're going to hurt yourself," he pleaded and she eventually calmed as the
pain seemed to ease.
Later that evening they sat around the small, round, wooden table, sipping warm
tea in the large room that took up most of his home's space besides the kitchen
and bedroom.
"I am going to have to live like this for the rest of my life, yes?" It was the
first time he heard her speak the whole time she had been there, he was slightly
taken aback. "Uhm, yes, I am. . I am terribly sorry, it was the only way I could
keep you alive." His eyes bore into the liquid in his cup as he spoke.
"Don't be sorry, you saved my life," she paused a moment before changing the
subject, "You didn't tell me your name."
He smiled warmly as he looked up at her, no one ever cared what his name is, they
only cared about his services and if he could save their loved ones. "Yinsen, my
name is Yinsen, and yours? If I may ask . ." He felt a little uncomfortable
around her, he thought it was the uncanny resemblance to his daughter, a daughter
he lost years before. "Victoria, my name's Victoria. I'm originally from Russia,
just if you were curious." He nodded as she spoke then took a small sip of his
tea.
For the rest of the evening they discussed over what he had done to keep her
alive and how it worked over numerous cups of tea.
Days passed and she decided to leave one night while Yinsen was sleeping. He had
insisted on taking care of her till she was nearly healed but she knew she
couldn't stay that long.
'I'm sorry Yinsen but I couldn't stay much longer and I know you would've
insisted on monitoring me for another week. I am in your debt and I wish to pay
you back some day for saving me. But till than, I must bid you farewell. Goodbye,
Yinsen and thank you,
Victoria'
She left the note on the small, round table then slung the bag he'd given her
over her shoulder to ease the carrying of the car battery she needed for the
electro-magnet keeping her alive. "Goodbye," she whispered. Victoria hated
leaving him, he was like the father she never had but she couldn't stay. She left
out the door of his home, never to see him again.
"That was about 7 years ago, I believe," She looked up at Tony who was still
staring at her. He had become completely silent and still the whole time she
spoke. Tony was completely immersed in her little tail-story-and he ran over it
again and again in his head. All the evidence seemed to add up, most of it
anyway. "Well, isn't this interesting, Victoria," he gave her a little smirk and
she glared in return.
Soooo, this idea just came to me while at Wal-mart for some reason and I really wanted to write about so here it is.
Don't be afraid to leave constructive criticism it'd be a huge help in uhh my nearly non-existent writing skills.
More chapter to come! (obviously) Thanks for reading!