Run
I was a runaway at the age of thirteen. I am twenty-one now, living in Charleston, South Carloina after moving from New York. After moving into Sunnyville Court with only a couple furry friends, the nightmares begin to creep on me again. That was when they came the ones that might become my salvation. Will they save me from my hell? Or will they let me fall?
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters or places. They all belong to their respective owners. Just to let everyone know, this is a RHHEA and this involves two different fandoms. Don't like, don't read. Enjoy!
Prologue
Running is all I seem to do now… especially when I provoke gangbangers by making fun of their saggy pants and inability to actually hit me with a bullet from the guns they were using to try and rob an old man a couple streets back.
But I digress. I am currently running through the night, through creepy back alleys to get away from the ten or so gangbangers following me when I finally saw my salvation.
A fire escape.
Glancing behind me, I saw the shadows of the gang reflected on the wall opposite me, thanks to the streetlights and knew that they would be reaching the alley in no time. Not even slowing down my run, I jumped when I got close to the fire escape ladder and quickly scrambled up the ladder, pulling it up after me to delay them if they bothered to look up.
No one ever thought to look up.
I scramble up the fire escape as fast as I could and as quietly as I could.
But my attempts were in vain.
"Hey! There the b*tch is! Get her!" one of the gang members said. I glance down quickly, seeing them trying to reach the ladder that I had pulled up.
I was almost to the roof when they got it down with a loud bang.
"Let's go! Don't let that streetrat get away!"
I couldn't help but peek over the roof at that and shout: "Hey! I'll have you know that unfortunately I do not have a pet monkey, magic carpet, or a genie to go with that word. I prefer the term-"
I was cut off as one of the ones still on the ground shot at me.
"Well, that was rude!" I shout getting back to my feet and running towards the edge of the roof, hoping that I could just jump across to another. But it was too far away and there was no way for me to get back to the ground unless I jumped from this building or I somehow got back to the fire escape and climbed down.
"No where to run now!"
"And no one around to hear you scream." another gang member said, grinning and showing his yellow teeth. I couldn't help but let my inner sassiness out.
"I think the middle ages called, dude, and they want their teeth back."
The guy lunged towards me but two of the others held him back while the one that seemed to be the leader grinned at me.
"You should really learn to watch your mouth, woman."
"I don't know if you know this, man, but it is literally impossible to watch your own mouth without seeing your reflection in some way shape or form."
The man glared at me. "Get her, boys."
As I got ready to fight the men off, I noticed that the men towards the back had seemingly disappeared during our little talk. Now instead of facing ten guys, I was facing seven. Eh, I've faced worse odds.
Two of the men charged at me, swinging knives.
Luckily, I was able to duck under their swinging arms and sweep their legs out from under them, knocking the breath out of their lungs. I grabbed their knives and moved onto my next opponents, the leader and the one with the bad teeth coming towards me, while the other one that was left, the other two having vanished like the others, pointed his gun at me.
The two guys behind me were now up on their feet and the two in front of me were almost upon me, the four of them surrounding me completely.
"It's the end for you, girly. We're going to have a lot of fun with breaking you."
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." a voice says from behind us, the sounds of weapons getting ready to fire piercing the air. All of us turn to see a metal figure with a big glowing circle in the middle of his chest.
"Iron Man!" I exclaimed happily, knowing that I was saved.
Before the gang members could move, Iron Man fired darts out of his suit, causing them all to slump over into unconsciousness.
Iron Man landed on the roof, stepping out of the suit and revealing Tony Stark.
To my sixteen year old mind, this was a dream come true.
"Thank you for the save Mr Stark." I said, raising a hand up and pushing on my bottom lip with a finger, that action the only thing showcasing my nervousness.
"None of that 'Mr Stark' nonsense. Call me Tony." He instructs, offering his hand for a shake. But the movement had been a little too sudden for me and I flinch before I can stop myself and I saw his eyes narrow at the movement.
"Hey, kiddo, don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya." He says gently.
"I-I know… I just haven't had the greatest experience with adults and how they treat me."
"You seemed pretty brave when confronting these bastards."
I smile slightly. "Well, yeah, but that was the adrenaline talking… and I was trying to protect the old man they were trying to mug."
Tony smiles widely. "So, you only bad mouth bad guys when they are trying to hurt someone else then, huh?"
I shrug. "Most likely."
"What's your name, kid?"
I hesitate but figured it wouldn't hurt. He had saved me afterall. "Sang."
"Like I sang a song?"
I sigh and almost roll my eyes. Everyone always says that when I introduce myself. "Yes."
"You gotta last name, Sang?"
"Yes."
Pause.
"You gonna tell me?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because all you'll do is send me back… I don't want to go back, I most likely won't make it out alive."
Another pause, this one longer.
"Well, how about I promise you that I'll make sure that whomever you're running from never gets you again?"
"And how will you be able to do that?"
"Well, Miss Sang, I don't know if you've realized this, but I am Iron Man."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was when my life took a complete one eighty from what I was used to. And this is where my story officially begins.
