An Affiliation to the Abyss
"I remember a shadow, living in the shade of your greatness.
I remember you tossing me into an abyss."
Warning: This fan-fiction contains strong language, violence, character death and some material that some viewers may find unsettling, (content relevant to anxiety disorders, depression, suicide, PTSD and possibly more).
There is eventual LokixTony and mild touches of ClintxNatasha.
It also contains possible spoilers for any who have not watched Thor, The Avengers/Avengers Assemble and/or any of the three Iron Man films.
Rated M for the above reasons.
Setting: This fan-fiction is an AU during the beginning of Iron Man 3, where "The Mandarin" and associates do not exist. Tony is still suffering with various issues relating to his mental health and Pepper has left him due to being unable to cope with watching Tony deteriorate. This is set mainly in the film version of the MARVEL universe, however there is some head-canon improvisation and small input inspired from the comics and cartoons.
Author's Note: Hey, thanks for reading, please give it a shot! It's a bit confusing and long-winded, but I worked hard. Also, I'd like to mention that to some, a major character in this fiction may seem unfamiliar! That is because they are a variation, inspired by the character from the original MARVEL comics and cartoons! Don't worry, they're basically their own thing and will be properly explained and introduced.
I do not, unfortunately, own any of the characters in this work. Enjoy!
A gift for my oldest and dearest friend. Please, visit her tumblr: vylott-art She is an inspiring individual, hilarious and a very talented individual!
Prelude
The girl looked very much like her father: flawless, porcelain skin; vivid, iridescent eyes; long, crushing-black hair. Just like her father, she was unconventionally beautiful. Silently, she sat on her bed, Father beside her.
Gold metal had been intricately welded to form the beautiful, floral-like headboard, while the covers were exquisite, ornate-patterned; the entire room exuded wealth and expense, though it lacked a personal touch. The walls were bare; no pictures or certificates or blemishes of any kind.
"Father," the young girl chimed, turning to look at his vivid, blue eyes – they always seemed so smart, so wise to her. She loved her father, very much. But only when she got her own way. "Father, is it true what they say? That grand-father has given me my very own realm?"
Gently, her father pulled a strand of hair behind her ear as his lips formed into a dashing smile. "Indeed it is." He agreed, studying her lightly. He did not see much of her and every time he visited, she seemed to have flowered into an even more beautiful being. What a shame it was that he did not have time for children.
There was the shame of her, too. A bastard child. She knew that she was unwanted, however much he tried not to let her see it. His father had given her this gift, because he knew it, too; he wanted to compensate something.
"When you come of age, you will be a goddess of your own realm."
"And when I am a goddess, I can have anything and everything I so wish!" she exclaimed with an excitable grin, adjusting on his lap to show him her bright expression.
For a moment, he smiled down to her.
Then the joy faded. "If only it were that simple, darling." He replied softly, before lifting her from his lap and leaving the room. It would be some time before he saw her again.