Hi! Kates the firework here!
First fanfic ever! Yay!
Like I said, its the first one, so dont expect too much!
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Right, here it is then!
I gave another cry of pain as his fist connected with my stomach again.
"Had enough yet, Queen Victoria?" Tony Stark asked, emerging behind Brian who nowadays seemed to be his shadow.
Another punch to my stomach. "Well?"
"Screw you," I hissed through clenched teeth.
"Have it your way," he replied, as Brian delivered yet another punch. A sickening crack echoed throughout the now empty school hallway. The crowd that had gathered behind Tony laughed, some nervously, but most out of pure cruelty. I scanned the crowd, and, to no surprise, I realised I knew most, if not all of them. I caught Clint Barton's eye and he stopped laughing abruptly, but I knew he wasn't going to speak up. How could he? Tony Stark was easily the most popular kid in school, and had the power to ruin your life, which was exactly what he was doing to me now.
My chain of thought was broken as Brian slammed me up against the lockers. He was incredibly strong for only thirteen years of age. Or maybe it was me that was weak.
"Is this how it's going to be Stark?" I yelled."Getting paid idiots to do your dirty work for you? That's just typical of you, I guess. You're a coward!" Brian hit me harder.
The crowd went silent. Tony turned. "Enough Brian," he said in a quiet voice of authority that showed he was used to being listened to, and Brian stopped. I fell to the ground, pain zapping all of my strength. Tony spat on the ground next to my head. I glared up at him. "That is what you are worth, Margaret," he said my name mockingly. "People like you aren't worth my time" he said in louder voice, so the crowd could hear him.
"Not worth your time?" I said incredulously, and then laughed sarcastically. "Oh, right, I get it now. I hate to break it to you Tony, but being a bastard to people isn't going to win your fathers approval-"
His face went white. "You don't know anything about my father!" he screamed at me.
I smiled up at him. "Its obvious to people like me. You're so angry at him for neglecting you and having no time for you, you take it out on someone else!" Now I was screaming too. "This act, this charade, it won't last, Tony, trust me. People are going to see right through you and your empty life, the genius boy who supposedly has everything. And then they will see the coward I see, the boy who lashes out and hurts people with a sick pleasure. You disgust me."
His eyes glinted dangerously as he listened. "What," he said in a dangerously low voice, "did you say?"
"I said-" but I was cut off. He hit me right where he knew Brian had cracked, if not broken, my rib. I cried out in pain.
"Say it," he said venomously. "Say it!" all the while hitting my stomach with his fists. The crowd wasn't laughing anymore. It was completely silent. "SAY IT!" he screamed. There were gasps and screams of horror as I coughed blood onto the schools clean floor. Tony stood up, horrified at what he had done. He and the rest of the crowd scattered, until only one boy remained. I saw his feet approach my face and I looked up. The boy the dark curly hair and I recognised him as Bruce Banner, who was in the same class as Tony. He looked down at me, eyes full of pity, before crouching down to my level. He put my arm around his shoulder and pulled me up off the ground. I was still coughing, so he handed me a tissue from his pocket. I managed to gasp my thanks, before stumbling out the door, out of the hell hole that was middle school. Once outside, I grabbed the fence for support and stumbled to my house, pausing once or twice when the coughing became too much. For once, I actually felt grateful that we lived so close to the school. I gripped the gate hard as I stumbled into the small garden outside our terraced house. I heard the door open, looked up and froze.
A man dressed completely in black, with a gun in one hand and a sack in the other, was the closing the front door, MY front door, behind him. He saw me, rooted to the spot with fear, and stopped too.
We stared at each other for a long time. Then, he moved so fast I wasn't sure that he had even existed, and shot me in the leg. I had no strength left. My legs gave way underneath me and I fell to the ground. Someone caught me just before my face smashed into the concrete path, and rolled me over onto my back. I heard a familiar, unusually panicked voice saying "911, please help me, help, she's dying, please-"before I sank gladly into a deep black hole of unconsciousness.
DON DON DON!
SUSPENCE! :-P
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Peace out!
-kates the firework