Prologue

You know, I'm not entirely sure where I fucked up, but did I royally. Pretty sure I should have been a blowjob at this point, but we'll get to that later. Speaking of which, that's where dear old daddy-pants comes in. Now, not exactly a heartfelt reunion on the horizon, understandable when you hate someone's entire being, but again I digress. That girl right there? You see her running down that alley way all out of breath, sweating, looking like she's dying because she shouldn't have had that milkshake thirty minutes ago? Yea that's me. Aria. Aria Grey-Stark. My psychic sociopathic mother had a sick sense of humor. Really though? Before Game of Thrones were even a thing? We'll get to that twisted bitch later.

Right now? I'm running and ready to throw up. Always remember kids, if you're going to run for your life, ixnay on the dairy… ay? My pig latin is a little rusty, regular latin is great though, thanks for asking. Oh, wait me! Don't stop and… oh… oh yea, you're tossing all of your cookies right now aren't you… I told you that was a bad idea.

Here I am, getting a second taste of that triple chocolate milkshake I just had to have, being pursued by… now is it Hydra or SHEILD? I had hoped it was Hydra, cause that'd be a hell of a lot better than what's about to happen. A whirring sound caught my attention from the ground, meaning my worst case scenario came to light. Perfect, just perfect.

"You know kid, you could have made this a lot easier on yourself. Triple chocolate milkshake? Bad idea," came the sarcastic voice I came to loathe. "All you have to do is come with me, we'll get you all nice and cleaned up, and just a minor, tiny, miniscule even, interrogation," he paused for a moment, walking closer with loud clanks due to the suit he donned ever so affectionately. "I'll even get you another milkshake, what do you say?" I wretched whatever contents had stayed in my stomach at the mention of more dairy. "I'll take that as a no…"

Yeah, this is not one of my high points. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the clanking got closer. Looking up, I saw the bottle of water being handed to me. Wobbly at best, I took my stand, taking the water with me. Taking a nice, long swig, I eyed the one and only Tony Stark. Of this universe anyway, I think there's probably an Iron Maiden somewhere, would love to meet her.

"You know… you look really familiar, can't seem to place… What's your name kiddo?" Stark asked, brow furrowed in concentration. Well shit… this is going to get complicated quicker than I expected. Have to think on my feet. "Are you related to a Sylvia Grey by chance? The resemblance is, interestingly uncanny. How old are you again?"

"You sure do like hearing yourself talk don't you?" my voice asked behind him.

"Wait how did you-" he turned to look at my double. Taking advantage as I always love to do, both of us sprinted in opposite directions. "Jarvis, pull up records on Sylvia Grey for me would ya?"

"Fuck!" I cursed as the chase began again. This is NOT how my day was supposed to go. I suppose you're wondering, what the hell is going on? Me too reader, me too. I guess we better start not quite the beginning, we'll have flashbacks for those later, maybe I don't know, a week earlier? I think that could work.

I'm just hoping my story doesn't turn into a mary-sue, shit do I hate those. Damn it, I am aren't I? Really writer? Can't come up with something more original? You're going to make me into a singer aren't you. God damn it do I hate you already. You're going to put me through hell, bring me back, and then send me right back through hell again for your own sick amusement aren't you. Well fuck, could be worse. I could be in that My Immortal story. Now THAT would be a whole different torture all on it's own.

Well. Do your worse. May the odds be forever in my favor? May the force be with me? Do I at least get to see Auntie J&*%? The hell? I can't spoil my own damn story?! Come on! Everyone can already tell by my last name.

Ugh, whatever, just hurry up and write the next chapter already… bitch…