With my head in my hand and a large, drawn-out sigh leaking out from my lips, I tried to understand what the hell I was doing. I, Tony Stark, was going to a High School reunion that wasn't even my own. A week ago I had ran into one of my old friends in high school. I wasn't in school at the time and was just visiting, looking for some useful scientists. That was when I ran into little Sara. A small blond with thick glasses and a love for the environment that was so strong you had to think she was Mother Earth. I had wanted to recruit her to my company and tried to take her out to dinner just to get flat out rejected at both offers. She told me that she wanted to work privately and that she had only interests in women, which made me even more interested in her. For the full year I would come by and have some interesting discussions about the similarities of nature and science. It wasn't long until we became very close friends and made the title to 'The Only Woman That Has Not Bed Me.' She laughed at the title.

After she graduated from High School she decided to move and travel around the world. I waved goodbye and thought little about her after that day until I ran into her at a liquor store. I will be honest, I was slightly buzzed when I ran into her and somehow got her to buy me some expensive rum and whisky. We talked and caught up later that night at a nearby park, just hanging out together. She later told me about her reunion and invited me to be the host. Being slightly drunk as I was at the time I agreed and so here I was. L.A., California. I loved the state but not for the reasons as much. Sara is one of the few people in this world that I would do anything for with no questions asked, obviously. She probably known that too when she convinced me to attend this party tonight.

I lifted my head up and looked out the tinted window of the limo, gazing at the Palm Trees and the slightly clouded sky as we slowly drove by. The stars were just barely shining tonight. I loved the stars in California. You couldn't see the stars in New York because of the lights from the city, not like it was much better here, but they still found a way to prove their existence. I would be reaching the school soon, too soon if you asked me. I had nothing to drink prior to the evening which was probably why I was a little on edge. The strong liquor of whisky would've loosen me up but I was neglected anything when I reached my mansion. I forgot that I had drank that place dry the last time I was here and forgot to restock when I left. I made sure to inform JARVIS to fill my storage up to the door while I was here. My package of nerve-releasers would be here by tomorrow morning, which I was grateful for.

The limo rest to a gentle stop so I pulled myself from my thoughts and looked around the area of the parking lot. I was suppose to stay hidden and wait for Sara. She was going to surprise everyone with my visit, her idea not mine. Another sigh was heard with a mixture of fingers drumming my thigh and my right foot tapping the carpeted floor. I just wanted to get this over with as fast as I could. I would love to hang out with Sara, no problem with her it's just everyone else I had a slight problem with. But for her, I would put up with them and try to enjoy myself.

'Tap, tap!' My head shot to the window and looked right into the beautiful blond with green eyes standing right outside. "Tony! Glad you could make it!" She stepped aside as I opened the door, a few joints popping in the process. A small smile formed on my face as I looked over Sara. She had worn a champagne colored dress that reached her knees. A small, black belt rested on her hips with a black, leather bracelet on her left wrist to match. I looked up and my smile grew even bigger to see that she still wore the same thick glasses on her petite nose. "You look dashing, Tony."

I lifted my arms up and hugged my old friend. "I'm glad to see you little flower." She chuckled and hugged my tightly before pulling away. "You do have a plan for how this is suppose to play out for me, right? I'm not big on these kinds of things you know."

Sara nodded her head and wrapped her arm around mine, leading me to the school that she grew up in. Nothing had changed since the last time I came here, her graduation day. "Yes I do. I will do most of the talking so you don't need to worry. All you have to do is stand there, look good, and hand out the rewards. Easy enough, right?" I nodded gratefully, I was not in the mood to have the twenty thousand questions followed by a speech about a great year or something along those lines. "I will warn you that there will not be any alcoholic drinks allowed tonight." My eyes widen and I looked down at her as we reached the front doors. Her goofy smile perked up and she looked up. "But I was able to sneak a flask filled with your favorite. That is all you will be having tonight until the party ends."

I bent down and hugged her again, picking her up and did a little twirl. "Oh, god! Thank you little flower! That is all I will be needing!" I placed her down and we both shared laughter as we walked inside and got everything prepared for tonight.

We had spent a good two hours just talking and hanging out before we did anything productive. The teachers and volunteers had set up the balloons with paper streamers wearing the school's colors. Ironically, red and gold. I watched a couple of kids placing tables and chairs in the large room. Golden cloths covered the tables and red bowls with matching cups were placed on top.

I was mildly surprised how fast everyone was working and it wasn't long until everything was set up and ready for the already graduated students to arrive. My fingers were wrapped around the sliver flask in my hand as I took another quick swig of the strong whisky. The sweet burn of the poison ran down my throat like velvet. I was actually not having a bad time. Sara was busy getting all of the awards set and ready along with her short speech. The aroma of sandwiches and hot dip pulled me away from Sara. My feet lead me to the table with the different assortment of food. I new that if I was to be drinking a little I would need to get something solid in my system as well. I stopped and looked over my choices. There was chips n' dip, little finger sandwiches, cupcakes, cookies, and fruit punch. I reached over to pick up a red plate, placing a small handful of chips with a drizzle of the nacho sauce over it. My eyes darted over to the mix assortment of the gold and red cupcakes before I finally gave in and grabbed one of each color. I pealed off the wrapped and didn't hesitate to shove half of it in my mouth. The vanilla and lemon flavors mixed in with the whisky after taste. Not a well mix to try out by-the-way. I swallowed it all and found that the cake absorbed the whisky so I shoved the rest of the cake in my mouth before I felt a small tap on my shoulder. My head turned around to eye a scrawny boy of about fifteen looking up at me with wonder and awe. "Are you...Tony Stark?"

I swallowed the cake and debated on what to do. I was suppose to stay hidden and now I was caught...red-handed, funny right? No? Whatever...

The young boy handed me a yellow napkin and I took it with a grateful smile. I used it to wipe my face clean. "Yes I am, you are?" The boy seemed to glow and I was shocked when he began jumping up and down. "Are you alright kid?"

His head bounced up and down before he finally calmed himself down. "Yes...sorry about that sir, I'm a huge fan of you and yourself as Iron Man." He broke into a large toothy smile that showed me his braces. "I'm Billy, it's a honor to met you in person." He held out his hand with such confidence. I found myself smirking and grasp his hand tightly, giving him a good, strong shake.

"Nice to met you Billy. Just between you and me," I leaned down and cuffed my hand around my mouth, motioning that I was going to tell his a secret. "I am not suppose to be noticed until my friend introduces me later after the party has started. I don't suppose you want to help me sneak some of these treats in the back with me before we get caught?" I raised a eyebrow and he was frozen for a second. His head snapped around to look for anybody that could be watching, I did the same thing. Once we agreed that no one was looking we grabbed a couple of plates filled with chips n' dip and cupcakes before we snuck around to the back room where I was suppose to wait in. Billy stayed close to my side and followed in the room.

We sat around and began to munch down on our stolen food. He was a very bright kid who was going to graduate high school in two years. He told me how he took a interest in studying atoms and had a strange idea to manipulate atoms to create portals. This kids dreams were larger than my ego but he had enough faith in himself to catch my attention. "Hey Billy." He looked up as he bit into a cupcake, letting crumbs into his lap. "You are a bright kid, how would you feel about working for me when you graduate?" Silence filled the room as he stared at me, watching me to say something like, 'Just kidding!'

Billy placed the cupcake on the plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin before he broke into a large grin that reminded me for the mischievous god who attacked us a few months back, Loki. "I would be honored Mr. Stark!" He jumped forward and grabbed my hand to shake it like a maniac. He had spirit and a lot of confidence, I liked that so I got his information and messaged JARVIS to keep his information in the data base for two years. We continued to talk and he occasionally asked a question about the Avengers and what it was like to work with everybody on the team. Hours went by and Billy had to leave so I said farewell and cleaned myself off before I would be making my appearance.

It was getting late and pretty much everyone had shown up now. I was standing on the stage next to Sara as we were gossiping about her former classmates behind the curtins. She lifted her hand and pointed to a rather chubby guy with thin hair. "That is Stevie. He use to be a real heartbreaker during my junior year. Legend says that he once had slept with eleven girls in one week." We both snickered and giggled. That was nothing for me but I was enjoying making fun of people I didn't know. She gasped and pointed to a very scrawny girl who looks like she hadn't eaten anything in a month. That is very unattractive for me. "That would be Melissa. She was Stevie's favorite skank. We were all sure that she had a few kids with him with how much they would have sex over the years. I heard that she got caught with some illegal drugs."

I shivered at her figure and tore my eyes from her to look over the rest of the kids. Most of the men were somewhat formally dressed and the women wore skimpy dresses. Almost all black and a few red colors could be seen. Conversations were held at every corner of the room, leaving nobody free from the noise. After a minute went by everyone just suddenly stopped talking. I just figured that the time for Sara's spotlight had finally come around but when I looked down I watched as she was lost for breath. Her eyes were locked on somebody in the crowed so I tried to follow her eyes, that's when I spotted the small spot of white. In the middle of the room was a young woman wearing a white dress that resembled a old Victorian noble. It was slit on the side and white lace ruffled down the side. She supported black, laced booted that reached her knees. My eyes looked closer to see her face, and oh man her face. She was a perfect white-cream color, not pale. Her hair was a darker shade of black, if even possible, and was supporting a pixie cut. Thin strips of her black hair shaped her small face, giving her skin a light glow. I was at a lost of words for this woman, and clearly so was everybody else. My hand reached up to pull Sara back. "Who is she?!"

Sara shifted uncomfortably, playing with her fingers and began to chew on her bottom lip, a very attractive stance had I not been awestricken by that unknown woman. Her green eyes looked up before she began to push me off the stage and back to my hiding room. Once the door was shut she crossed her arms and looked at me with serious eyes. "That would be...Riley Janssen..." I stayed silent and raised my left eyebrow, clearly not understand what the problem was. Sara sighed and flung her arms to her sides. "She was known as a witch. She would have a episode almost everyday." I placed my hands in my pockets and leaned closer to her.

"What do you mean, witch? I had never heard of her or her 'episodes' during the time I visited." Sara seemed slight shocked by this and rubbed her chin.

"Well you must have been lucky...anyway, the kids at school would constantly bully her to no end since elementary school. Nobody knew her parents or siblings, if she even had any. She was the definition of a outcaster. She seemed like a normal girl until a little incident during recess that she was forever known as a witch." She stopped and closed her eyes before she continued. "She was by herself, drawing on the ground with white chalk. She didn't catch anybody's attention but some punk kid just randomly came up to her and poured his water bottle over her chalk drawing. Kids will always be kids but she had spent a long time drawing to just have it wash away by a brat." Sara opened her eyes again and looked down at the ground, reliving that day in her eyes. "Riley cried out and without touching the kid, she flung him across the pavement and into a pole...killing him on contact." I cringed and tried to imagine a little girl throwing a boy with her mind, killing him in the process. "As kids we saw her as a witch and kept our distance...until we reached high school. Then everything went downhill for her. She was the main target for all bullies. She never hurt anybody else but she damn well showed us that she could. She would make things fly or throw deadly objects at people."

"Didn't anybody report the strange behavior? It sounds like she has telekinesis to me." Sara shrugged her shoulders. "There is something you're not telling me."

Sara stayed silent for a few seconds before spilling the beans. "The cops were called the first week of freshmen year, it was a complete disaster. Cops were severely injured but there was no deaths. Apparently a girl stolen her wallet and when she tried to get it back she was kicked down to the ground. Riley didn't take to kindly to it and attacked the girl, breaking both of her arms. The police was called and she pushed them back, telling them to go home and that she would kill if they didn't leave her alone." I sighed and took my hand to run my fingers through my hair. "Everybody was too scared to call for help again, if someone had bullied her then it was their death wish but over time people found out that she refused to hurt anybody and began to push her over the edge again."

I was pissed off. This girl was completely alone in this world. No family, no friends...I felt really bad for her but I would have to give her props for being so strong. She managed to not kill anyone and stand tall with her head held high. That is hard to do when you are continuously kicked to the ground, over and over again. This Riley Janssen is a strong woman and I hope that she has the best going for her. A knock on the door told us that the time had come. Sara excused herself, warning me about my surprise appearance. I nodded and turned to the mirror, looking over myself and trying out my smile before I walk out.

"Hello and welcome everybody!" A loud rupture of applause echoed in the audience as I stood behind the curtain, waiting for her signal. Riley Janssen was still locked in my mind for some reason. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her story and what she looks like now. "I have the awards here for those who have accomplished so much in such little time!" I had to get ready, my part in this act was coming up. "For now let's start with-"

I poked my head out with a bored expression. "Sorry to interrupt." Woman squealing and gasps went off instantly followed by a applause that was ten times louder that Sara's. "I hope you don't mind but my car broken down and I was hope for a ride tonight." Sara eyed me. That was not what I was suppose to say but I had to spice it up. Women continued to squeal and I saw in the corner of my eye that a few hands were raised. I smiled and turned to face them all, waving and gazing at people who were staring at me like I was a figment of their imagination.

Sara chuckled. "I would like to personally introduce, Tony Stark. He will be passing out the awards to our fellow classmates." My eyes found Riley who stood off to the side, holding a red cup gingerly close. For a brief moment, our eyes were locked and I watched as she raised a questioning eyebrow at me. "So, Mr. Stark..." I slightly jumped and looked over to Sara and smirked.

"Did you want to be in control? I was not informed that I was the one on top on things here." She gave me a death glare as I gave a sleazy pickup line. If I was to be dragged here then I was going to damn well have fun with this. "Anyway, I want to congratulate you all for getting this far in life, you did better than my secretary." A few chuckles were heard and I moved closer to Sara. "Ladies first.~"

Sara sigh with a smile and picked up a list. "Right, first off...I want to give the first award and that is for the person who hand the most success."

I couldn't help myself and turned to face her. "I was not aware that you were going to be giving little old me a award tonight. I'm flattered." Everyone laughed and Sara chuckled too.

"Oh no Mr. Stark, this award is not for you but I think we did get you one for 'the most times of losing consciousness and finding themselves in the wrong bed.'" Everyone laughed even harder.

I placed my hands behind my back and rocked on my heels a bit. "Touché." She went back to her list and read off the name. I didn't pay attention until she passed over the slip of paper that was printed with the award's meaning and the name. A beefy man jumped up. The first thing I noticed was that he was bald, and shiny. He grinned and shook my hand before I smiled and handed his award over to him, calling his some unpleasant names in the process. Sara continued to the next award and the next. Several men and a few women came up, shook my hand, took the award, and returned to their seats.

"Okay, the next award is to the most famous artist..." I glanced over and watched as her hands shook slightly. "This award goes to...Riley Janssen..." My head snapped over to the woman in the shadows, along with everybody else in the room. She didn't move for a second before she finally took a step forward. She took slow and graceful steps towards the stage. I was watching her and I took mental note that she watched me as well. When she reached the stairs and began to walk up I caught the sight of the scrawny girl named Melissa snicker and pointing up to the roof. My eyes followed to where she was pointing and I could barely see the silver circle before it suddenly tipped, dropping watery mud all over Riley. She was very shocked as her eyes fell one me. Dark brown eyes looked at me with horror when she slipped and fell on the stage. Sara threw her hands to her face and gasped before every began to laugh uncontrollably. My eyes stayed glued to Riley. Her head was hung, her hair clinging together as water and mud covered her completely. Her beautiful white dress was now a mixture of brown and black. He left ankle was twisted at a odd angle and her elbow were cut up from the fall. Once I was able to process what had happen I was finally aware of the laughter, making my anger boil far over.

"ENOUGH!" The whole room went silent. My fists balled up and I barred my teeth as I sneered at everyone in the room. "What the HELL is wrong with all of you?! Don't you think she had enough of this?!" I walked over and shrugged off my coat. Her head lifted up, her eyes were growing red as tears were threating to run down. "Here, let me help you." I took my coat and wrapped it around her shoulders, not giving a single damn that I was out one coat or that my crappy knees were digging into the sharp, wet rock on the ground. Riley didn't move and allowed me to pick her up with both of my hands. She was as light as a feather but shivering cold. I looked over to the crowd before facing Sara. "I'm leaving, I'll talk to ya' soon." She nodded her head and faced the crowd as I walked off the stage with the young girl in my arms. She didn't speak a single word or even whimper even though she looked like she was going to. Blood found their way from her exposed skin down her arms, pooling into the dirty dress. I walked out the back door and walked over to the limo, hoping in with her still in my arms. "We need to get you to the hospital." Her head shook frantically.

I looked down at her tired eyes. She didn't want to go but still refused to speak. I went over the options in my head: If I took her to a hospital she would get the treatment she needed but she would probably be recognized and shunned. I could just drop her off wherever she lived but I would be responsible if something were to happen to her and I wasn't there to help her. If I took her home with me then I know she would be safe and would be getting the treatment she needed. My eyes looked back down to Riley, her eyes were closed but I could still see the fear in her face. She really didn't want to go to a hospital and I doubt that she would be safe alone at her place.

I sighed heavily and lay my head against the leather seat behind me. "To my place, move it." The diver nodded and began to drive off. Riley's eye shot open and looked at me with confusion and accusing eyes. "This way you will be safe and well treated, you can trust me." Her brows knitted together but relaxed and she finally relaxed her muscles, leaning her head against my chest. I took this opportunity and reached in my pocket to pull out my phone. I pushed a few numbers and call JARVIS.

Evening Sir, how was your night? I looked down at Riley again. "Have a extra room prepared and the first aid kit near the front door when I arrive." There was a short silence before he agreed and I hung up. And decided that I was in a need of a quick nap.