BUTTERFLY EFFECT

With the flap of their frail wings, history was made. This term was used to describe whatever decision you make could cause major events to happen in the near or distant future.

The military vehicles drove through the desert, kicking up sand as it trod on through the endless planes of nothingness. The soldiers would occasionally glance back to the passenger's seat at their billionaire weapons maker, Tony Stark. The man wore what looked like an expensive suit with a glass of whiskey in hand. Silence ran through the vehicle with 'Back in Black' playing on the radio.

"I feel like you're driving me to a court-martial." Tony finally let out, addressing the stressful silence. "This is crazy. What did I do? I feel like you're going to pull over and snuff me. What, are you not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!" He turned to the soldier to his left.

"We can talk, sir." The soldier said.

"Oh, I see. So it's personal?"

"No, You intimidate them." The female driver called from the front.

"Good god, you're a woman. I honestly... I couldn't have called that. I mean, I'd apologize, but isn't that what we're going for here?" He caused some of the soldiers to grin. "I thought of you as a soldier first."

"I'm an airman." She said.

"Having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird?" He even caused the soldiers to laugh. "Come on, it's okay, laugh."

"Sir," The guy up front turned his body to look at Tony. "I have a question to ask."

"Yes, please." He practically begged.

"Is it true you went 12 for 12 with last year's Maxim cover models?" He had to ask.

Tony took off his sunglasses. "That is an excellent question. Yes and no. March and I had a scheduling conflict, but fortunately, the Christmas cover was twins." He answered very honestly. "Anything else." The man to his left lifted his hand slightly like he was in a class. "You're kidding me with the hands up, right?"

"Is it cool if I take a picture with you?"

"Yes. It's very cool."

The soldier smiled and opened one of his many pouches and pulled out a digital camera and handed to the man at the front.

"All right."

"I don't want to see this on your Myspace page," Tony added, and the guard held up two fingers, giving a peace sign. "Please, no gang signs." The guard dropped his hand. "No, throw it up. I'm kidding. Yeah, peace. I love peace. I'd be out of a job with peace."

"Come on. Hurry up. Just click it. Don't change any settings."

Whether it would be for the best or be a catastrophe. That cannot be avoided.

Before the picture was taken, the van in front of them was engulfed in flames by a sudden explosion. They slid the car to a halt all the while trying to avoid the part that fell off from the car that blew up. Hell rained down upon them and the endless sound of gunfire sounded throughout the once peaceful wastelands.

"Contact left!" The girl got out of the van but she was shot down immediately.

"Jimmy! Stay with Stark!" The last one in front got out of the van.

"Stay down!" Jimmy pushed Tony down out of sight.

"Yeah." Tony's eyes where wide and he was left stunned. He looked to the guy he just saw get shot as while the windshield was cracked from the bullets.

"Son of a bitch!" Jimmy loaded his AK and opened the door, ready to get out there.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Tony called out for him in a frenzy.

"Stay here!" He shouted at him. He slammed the door behind him, moments later he was blown away from a weapon that left holes in the van.

But if it was fate, or if it was just unfortunate only depends on the person who caused it.

His hearing seemed to have failed a bit. The bombs, gunfire and the sound of the bullets hitting metal all sounded hollow. Tony rushed out of the van and the sound, the heat of the fire and sun became clear. He ducked his head away from the explosion sounds and ran behind a boulder. He brought out his phone and began to dial into it just when a bomb landed right next to him. His eyes widen and his heart dropped when he saw the words written on the side of it. 'Stark Industries' is what it read. His own weapon that he made. The sound of the countdown began. Tony got up as quick as he could but not fast enough when it finally went off. His body went flying and he crashed into the sand hard. It happened all to fast. The smell and sound of gunfire, the explosions that rattled his eardrums. He found himself staring up at the sunny sky while blood slowly started to seep through his clothes. He lifted his hands to his chest and pulled open his shirt and saw that he was hit and that shrapnel had entered his chest. He felt his body grow cold despite the blistering sun as everything soon was devoured by this blinding white light

Tony Stark fell in and out of conciseness and the time he was awake was only a blur to him. Was he on an operating table? He honestly didn't know what was going on anymore. He didn't know if he was still alive. But he could remember this though. A soft voice, the voice of a female talking in a different language.

Foreign voices were the first thing he heard when he regained consciousness, but he vision was blocked by a bag over his head, but it was suddenly ripped off and he was rudely met with a blinding light, but the soft female voice was still there. He saw it, a video camera in front of him.

And that was called the butterfly effect.

Author's Note:

I have not the slightest clue how this story is going to play out for all you. I already know who she is and all the plans but I can't predict how all of you will react. Of course, This is one of my top favorites stories to write and I had a lot of fun with it.

To be honest, I was REALLY hesitant to post this story. (Since I never had the intentions to post any of my stories in the first place.) If you enjoy it then I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will warn you that it will take a strange turn for my character who will slowly reveal who she is in time, but for now please enjoy.