Iron Sisters
Children of Iron Man.
By
Maya Angelou Ariana Mae Awi Shelton & Sierra Jackie Marie Elrey Shaun Deja Lee Tyler
Journal Entry #1
"Perenna Annette Stark. That's the name I was given when I was born, on November 17th. People say I'm lucky- growing up I was the spoiled little rich girl who, along with her little sister(Alyssa Louise Stark) got everything they could ever want. Speaking of which, does my last name seem familiar to anyone?
That's because I'm the daughter of Tony and Pepper Stark. That's right- Alyssa and I are the children of the famed Iron Man himself.
Obviously, this means that my sister and I, along with my mother, had bounties on our heads because of the many enemies my father made (Supervillains tend to hate Superheros.)
However, this isn't a story dedicated to my father, Tony Stark. This is about me and Alyssa journey, as we leap over great obstacles and deal with the pain and the burdens we carry deep within our hearts.
Prologue: Flashback.
10 weeks earlier.
Everything was foggy. My green orbs were clouded with fog. Everything had gone wrong, everything had gone completely wrong. Clasping my hands together, I walked around as if in a daze. Whispers...words...shouts and screams...people were shouting but...but what were they shouting?
But then shouldn't I be shouting too? There's fog and fire everywhere, I can't see any signs of human life, and it seemed as though I was lacking air. 'Where am I?'
The smell of blood was in the air- so thick that I could practically taste it. Was someone dying? Who's dying? Where is that smell coming from? And why am I standing in the middle of a blaze?
Suddenly it hit me- it was lock a huge shock, a huge blow, like a slap to my face.
"I..!" I gasped aloud, clutching my chest. "MY parents...I'm at home.." Something of a scarlet red color dripped onto my shoulder. I tentatively touched my head, and it was then that I realized that I was the one bleeding. "My parents.." I whispered, deciding to ignore my bleeding forehead for now. "I...I have to find them!" I began to walk faster, my waist length jet black hair flowing after me, but I was instantly stopped as the wall, lit on fire, caved around me.
"Dad!" I called, coughing because of the fumes. I was trapped behind a wall of fire that had closed behind me. I was fading fast from lack of oxygen. My head felt foggy and I collapsed onto some broken glass. I was so out of it I didn't even feel it piercing my skin, but I saw the blood. I heard footsteps. I cried out as I felt something pull at my jet black hair. I heard screams and shouts and cries of help. Were these sounds being emitted by me? Was this all just my imagination? And then I felt a hand on my head, and heard my father begging me to stay awake, to hold on. But I could not- I could feel myself slipping from reality.
'Is this...' I thought to myself as I closed my large emerald green eyes and listened to the sound of my heart growing feeble. 'Is this what death feels like?' I saw a hand place itself onto my chest, and it took me awhile to realize that it was my own hand. 'Was all our hard work...was it all for nought? Maybe I should...let go...' Something wet slipped onto my skin, something cold and wet. 'Could it be tears? But I can't feel my body...' My vision grew...darker...and dimmer...fields of flowers all around me, the air turning bluer than I had ever seen before...is this what it feels like to let go...to die? Am I dead?
THUMP
"PERENNAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
THUMP
"There's no heartbeat!"
THUMP
"WAKE UUUUUPPP!""
THUMP
"Help her..."
THUMP
"Do something!"
Thump...Thump...
"TONNNNNNYYYYYYY!"
SILENCE...
I jerked awake, panting. I looked down and found myself in a hospital bed. I sat up, still panting, and looked around. Everything was a pure, sterile white, and the air smelled of blood and antiseptic. I looked down and saw the circle of hasty stitches in the nape of my neck, surrounding an arc reactor, which was no doubt why I am still alive.
But why. How. This is something that should be deemed impossible. My heart actually stopped beating! I was in a field of luscious flowers, and I was walking- literally walking- towards my death.
"Perenna?" Asked mother in a voice hoarse from crying. She squeezed my hand tightly, her tears dripping onto the palm of my hand. "Perenna thank goodness you're okay! Oh my baby, I was so worried-"
Tears. They didn't seem to be happy tears. Were they sad tears? Why would they be sad tears? Why did the room look like nothing but a hallucination? "Mother." My voice sounded hoarse and loud, echoing off the walls of the large room. "Where's...where's dad...?"
At this, my mother stopped talking altogether, the tears falling faster now than before. Her words were choked- She couldn't exactly get the words out.
But that's okay. I understood. I knew what had happened- her tears and grieving face, the doctors and nurses outside the door with grieving faces, my mother clenching her fist and squeezing my hand- it was obvious to me what happened.
"And this?" I asked after a long silence. I was pointing to the arc reactor now placed in my neck.
"The arc reactor is connected to an electric pulse generator, and it's meant to keep you alive. Your father said to give you this if he for some reason didn't come home." she held out a flash drive with my name on it. "He said you'd know what to do with it."
Chapter 1.
Present day.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I worked, but I quickly wiped them away before they could drip onto the chemically balanced circuit board I was working on. I licked my dry lips slowly, my breathing uneven, and my emerald green eyes narrowed in concentration as I stared at my handiwork. The time was currently 8:52 p.m, and I (hoped) I was the only person present in the lab. I heaved a sigh, placing my tools down and running my fingers through my jet black hair.
It was now above my shoulders, no longer as long and luscious as it was before. It was short and choppy. Above my left eye, there was a scar that ran from the top of my left eye all the way to the bottom of it.
"Jarvis?" I said, the words sounding more like a question than a command. One of the overhead screens flickered to life. "Yes, Miss Perenna?" said the computer program."Is everything alright?"
Jarvis is a computer...that talks. You know how people communicate with Siri on their phones? That's basically Jarvis- except Jarvis is much smarter. And he seems like more of a human being than some computer. He's been there for my sister and I since we were born.
"Yes, Jarvis. Everything is fine." I rolled my eyes, grabbing a towel and dabbling at my slightly sweaty forehead.
Jarvis huffed loudly. "Well, SOMEONE is in a bad mood!"
"Can you blame me?" I placed my hands onto my hips, turning to face me. "After all the crap I've been through?"
"Hmm, well you are seventeen.." Jarvis's voice sounded as if he were smiling. "I guess you've started your menstrual cycle."
"Jarvis!" I squeaked, glaring at him, my emerald hues growing darker with embarrassment and slight rage.
"Ren, your face is red again!" Alyssa Starks sauntered into the lab, a large childish smile on her fourteen year old (Oh excuse me, fourteen and a HALF) face. I shook my head, a small smile making it's way onto my features as my sister stepped into the lab. If there was anything in this world that I would die protecting, it's my sister and her adorable smile. I love my sister above all else.
Its sad- the accident that occurred about 10 weeks ago happened when she was getting surgery on her eyes (Her vision wasn't all that perfect) but at least she was safe. The same couldn't be said for myself and our parents though, seeing as though dad is dead and mom just hasn't been herself since the incident.