Don't own any of the following. All characters belong to Marvel comics. Except Andi. Shes mine.
No. This can't be happening. I refused to believe it. But yet, there they were dragging away my mother towards the car that would take her away. I stood in silence, glaring at the men whose suits were labeled 'police' and they seemed to almost mock me. A shudder of anger tore trough my body but I couldn't do anything. I was only sixteen.
"Andréa Stark?" Asked one of the men. I refused to make eye contact but briefly nodded my head. "Sweetie," I tuned him out for a second anger ripping through me once again. i hated that word. I hated the pity and the undermining that came along with it. How dare he say that when hewas taking away my mother, the only thing I had left, away from me Because she was insane. "...so thats why we need you to pack up all you have left because the flight to your Dad's house leaves very soon, alight?" I looks could kill, he'd be dead.
I never met my father. Mother said he was dead to her, and explained that he never loved her like a prince loves his princess in the fairy tales i used to fantasize over. Mum said she never told him that she was pregnant with me. She told me that men are arrogant to be kept away from because they'll just leave you with a kid. she explained all that to me one night when i was ten, and she had come home drunk, making my nose burn with the smell of alcohol.
Now i was on a flight to New York City to meet my Father. I was expected to live with a man i never met, and one who didn't know i existed untilhe received the phone call five minutes before my flight left. I didn't take much from the small house my mother and i shared in had recently moved there for her research, and had brought little to nothing with us from where we last lived on the border of Argentina.
The next few hours passed in a daze. The flight took off, and i slept almost the entire way. Stress was consuming my bodies energy, making me exhausted. The flight finally landed and i walked off silently, almost getting lost in the air port. Finding a yellow cab i hopped in and told him the address i was given. He smirked, but i ignored him. I focused on patting down my messy hair, taking it from its captive braid. The black waves tickled my cheek as they fells down softly.
"Miss this is your stop. Don't get lost.' Flashing the sweaty man a fake smile i paid. The door swung open to reveal the glamour of New York. My new home with a man i never met.
