A day, another one, edging closer to the end, were it will all go, my life, my country, and that day I was told I wasn't coming, it all had drawn closer. I was young, innocent, but brave at heart.I was 12 years old in fact I lived peacefully in the small but beautiful country of new zealand. It was an amazing country, being kiwi was one thing I was definatly proud of. But one cold, dark, and miserable night. The news was released, a large and terrifying cyclone was gathering, so expansive it would wipe out every inch of my country and we only had a week to escape before all hell broke loose. Most of us were able to leave. To go to other country's, to live the rest of our innocent lives. But only limited numbers were able to evacuate the place now known as the death trap.

I lived in the small town of Thames a small community, beautiful and welcoming. And I learnt at a small primary school.

And now I will zoom back to the memory of my final day, that day, the one that changed my life forever. But from the start of the day, all I could do was fight back the tears in my eyes, as my foster parents had announced earlier that morning, I wasn't able to leave and live with them in Australia as they had very little money. I had to stay and die in the storm.

FLASHBACK-

The dark black tires on my bike span slowly, the reflectors flashing against the light of the morning sun, as I biked my way to school. I dreaded that school because my teacher, he was a violent man, he always hurt and abused kids, then threatened them and hurt them if they were to tell anyone of his crimes. I always tried to stay low, do what I was told, but there is always that time when you make a stupid mistake that you regret, and that's why I'm the top of his kill list. He awaits the day he gets to kill me. He wants me because he knows what I really am.

The bell rang in loud tings as I sat in my cold grey chair, tears were still welding in my eyes, threatening to emerge. If I let them fall, I would never hear the end of it from the phsicopath most call a teacher.
I opened my metal pencil case and grabbed a pencil as I was greeted by my friend instantly noticed the tears building in my eyes and instantly had a look of sympathy and sadness, because she knew.
" Your not going are you?" She asked, her voice loosing her happy and cheerful tone. I could only stare with a disapointed expression set on my face. She looked down at her hazel colored desk, she grabbed a pencil to, and that last day of school began, the last before the storm.

NEW YORK/ Stark Tower.
"Sir, Miss. Potts has entered the building." JARVIS informed in his usual artificial, voice.
" Tell her I'm in the garage"
"Yes sir"
Tony pushed himself upright, separating himself from his uncomfortable position and stumbled groggily over to his desk and sat down with a heavy thud. He hadn't got much sleep that night, due to a nightmare, taunting him in his slumber. As expected he heard the tapping of fingers against glass as the door behind him unlocked, allowing a very serious, Pepper Potts enter the room.
" Mr. Stark?"
"Yes Pep?"
" We have another mission sent from fury at the avengers base"
Tony groaned at her statement and slumped lower in his chair.
" What does he want, im busy?"
" He needs you to make a trip to..."
She looked down.
"Were?"
Pepper looked up. " you know that country that is about to be wiped out by a Cyclone?"
"You need to be more specific Potts" he said teasingly.
"New zealand, Fury needs you to gather some important files."
"Why the hell doesn't he do it!?" Tony asked, obviously annoyed to an extreme level.
" You know Tony, he has a busy life to, now this is urgent and we are leaving in ten minutes. I know this is extremely short notice but it is required now. we wont be staying in new zealand long, so don't worry"
" Awww but mum!"
"Tony! Don't call me that"
He just sighed and walked away to get ready for the long-ish trip ahead.

As he boarded the jet he sighed, he seriously needed a rest. He couldn't help but also felt a tinge of sadness inside, for this poor country, many people are going to die. But he quickly shook off the thought and focused on the mission at hand.

HOURS LATER-
Tony walked alongside pepper as he watched around a town that's known as Thames.
" What a weird name! Thames... thaaaaaaaaamesssssss, ta ta thamessssss. And there is even a place here called Rhodes park!" Pepper stared at him. " You know, like rhodey?"

" Tony be quiet, i need to focus on not driving on the wrong side of the road"

Now Tony stared at her.

"Its a forceful habit."

AT SCHOOL-
" ok, take out you maths assignment and start working, I have more important matters to attend to." The teacher scoffed as he walked awkwardly to his cluttered desk. I did as I was ordered and pulled out my book, opening it to a half completed page, which soon needed to be filled with more useless words and numbers.
"You would think that being our last days and all, we would be spending time together and not wasting time with this. Speaking of which I need to update my Facebook status before I leave." I rolled my eyes, and whispered back.
"Not like our teacher cares about the way we feel!" But my whisper was audible enough to catch the attention of the hated teacher who stood in a sudden and scrunched up his face into a deathly scowl, and make his way over to me. My heart was racing, I was scared stiff. A tear suddenly came loose and trickled down my pale cheek. his face was red and fearful, and i noticed a small devilish grin flash on his face before grabbing my shirt.

In a sudden motion he pulled me to the open area in the middle of all the desks as I kicked wildly trying to regain my balance, I struggled in his strong hold.
My friend Nadia covered her mouth as a stream of tears trickled down her face, she was now in regret as she watch the teacher slap me across the face. Blood leaked out of my cheek as I noticed the long gash rippled along the right side of my face.

I looked around noticing everyone had stopped dead in shock at the sight before them, I also noticed two distinctive figures watching outside, the pure disgust in their faces clearly evident, but I didn't have enough time to examine who they were before I was forcefully launched into a desk. I lifted my head slightly, to see the blood on his knuckles. My blood.

I coughed slightly and noticed as the dark red liquid splattered across my hand, I looked up and made a decision I instantly regretted but went along with against the voice of my conscience. I bravely stood up and faced the enraged teacher, but that was just a waste of time as he grabbed me by the collar and threw me against the whiteboard, I heard a loud crack and a rush of pain soon followed. I looked at my wrist and noticed it was broken. I also heard a loud bang, of the door opening and smashing against the tables.

I was slouched on the floor wincing in pain, blood covering my face but I stood again. I needed to stand up to him.
He grabbed my shirt and stared into my eyes, lifting a clenched fist, his veins popping out around his knuckles. I closed my eyes and awaited the impact, the impact that never came, I opened my eyes to see a man with black hair and a goaty grab the teacher/ phsyicopath, and throw him to the hard floor. Which of course was not enough as he clutched the ground and launched himself at me, and with a sudden punch I was knocked unconscious.

LATER THAT DAY

I awoke with a pounding headache and was instantly greeted by the pain emitting from my wrist.
"You sure took a beating!"
I moved my head suddenly and noticed the same face I saw earlier in the classroom, the guy who saved me. I jumped at his presence as I thought I would be alone. But that was not the only reason I jumped. I was face to face with not only tony stark, but ironman. What was he doing in new zealand? I have never known him to come into new zealand before, especially at a time like this.

I just sat there in shock, staring into his dark eyes with the simple fraise running through my head 'WTF?'
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

" speachles are ya? Well I wouldn't be surprised" Tony stated bragging as he leaned back in his seat, and that's when I also noticed, I was in a plane.

"Hello" I turned my head at the voice and noticed a strange woman sitting opposite me. She was slender in build and had a orange color to her hair with a mixture of blonde. She also wore a kind welcoming smile her face. I went to smile back but anxiety took over. I felt sick, seeing as it was also my first time in a plane. I felt like throwing up. I couldn't, if i did they might hate me, but before I knew it I had puked, I clutched my stomach and I couldn't help but shed a tear, I had ruined everything. What kind of first impression is that?
"Oh, don't worry its alright!" The woman said as she put a hand on my shoulder, which caught me by surprise and I quickly jolted away, which I instantly regretted remembering my broken wrist which was now bandaged.

I screamed a bit in pain. And she quickly apologized.
" Oh my god,I'm so sorry! Are you alright!"
She looked worried, so I just nodded my head. Tony had gone to get a bucket and cleaning supplies.
"That's good, so what's your name?"
I panicked, I didn't really have a name, most people called me Lillian, a name I made up on the spot when people asked. This time I had a different name that sounded better.
" Vallitan Nataliv" I responded, ok it wasn't much better but she bought it.
"That's a nice name. My name is pepper, I work for tony." I nodded and finally let out the smile I was holding in. She smiled back.
" where are you taking me?" I asked quietly and shyly. She smiled and replied.
" We are going to america!" She stated enthusiastically. I looked at her with a serious face and spoke loudly, which caught pepper by surprise " Oh hell no!" She stared at me, I also felt quite embarrassed, that wasn't meant to come out.
" uh, what's wrong with america?" What do I say now? In truth I never really was that fond of america, though I always wanted to try Cheetos!
"it doesn't matter, I'm am just not to happy about travelling." I looked down and examined my bruised and swollen wrist,I touched it and instantly winced in pain.
" well I'm sure you will find your new home very welcoming! It might be a bit of a step up from your previous house. So, are you Italian?"

I just realized the name did sound Italian " Kinda, im a part of a Italian family, i was a orphan." i suppose most of that was true, apart from my foster parents being Italian.

I stared at her, once i realized. How did she know what my house looked like?

AN-HA! Cliffhanger!. anyway this is based on lots of dreams I've been having. Randomly, this is just a weird story I just had to write. Stay tuned for the next chapter!