Sorry, i just had to...okay!? I had to! I've had this idea for while now, and I've decided that I am a very impatient person when it comes to writing. So, I wrote this...alongwithanothernewstory! heheheh... -.0 But i promise you, that i have NOT forgotten about my older stories! I'm actually starting to work on both baby Genius and Haunted Shadows. And I just remembered that someone suggested i do a chapter for Hammer in Observations, so i might finally get to that one. So, I'm a very busy bee! :)

Oh, and this is the first time (Second) that I've written in the first person. I tried for a story i did for DP, and a few people told me that i didn't 'express' the character enough, or didn't do a good job, so i switched and found i both liked and did better with third person, but that was a year ago, with my... second story?... So, I thought I'd give it another shot with you guys, and plus it helps that the POV is my OC.

One more thing, this story is a futurefic, and does involve character death...sorry...

Disclaimer: IMAA is not mine, but Hugo, Hannah, and Grace, and Janna, Sophie, and Caleb are MY OC's.

My name is Hugo Stark. I am 15 years old, and I'm two months away from my 16th birthday. My birthday is August 4th. I am the oldest child of Tony and Pepper Stark. I have a 12 year old sister, named Hannah, and another 4 year old sister, named Gracie.

Hannah's birthday is September 27th. She has hair that is so red, it put's mom's hair to shame. Her eyes are brown with little specs of blue in them, from dad. She has freckles that are scattered across her face. Unlike mom, she grew her hair out, and has a slight curl to her hair. She normally wear a white button up shirt that she tucks into her blue skinny jeans. Usually, but Today she wore black leggings under a fluffed up rainbow tutu skirt with a red t-shirt that looked like dads. She was very into cloths, it was her 'thing'. Though, she loves to read. Our parents called her their little bookwork. She's also a lot like our dad, but she prefers to do more girlie things, or read. Occasionally I will find her in the corner working on her own invention or tweaking someone's cell phone.

Gracie really hasn't shown much of her own personality yet. Though Hannah and I can both see that she really likes the color red and gold. We call her daddy's girl. Ever since she was born she loved being without dad more than anything. When she learned to walk, she followed him everywhere, cried when she couldn't find him, and never left him alone when he was home. Her birthday was July 18th. She had dark brown hair with a tint of red. She has dad's electrifying blue eyes.

I'm more laid back than my sisters. Aside for when Hannah's in one of her moods. My mom said that if she didn't know better, she'd think I was dad's twin. I had his hair color, most of his body shape and I was definitely smart. Though all of us are, thanks to dad. My parents always marveled over my eyes. Everyone did. Of course they would, because after all, one eye was blue and the other was a light brown. I like to be alone, but I really like playing with my siblings. My mom said that one of many things she loved me for. She told me that most teens my age with younger siblings, try their best to avoid their siblings. Especially when they're both girls.

There's something we all have in common as of one month ago. We were officially orphans.

Almost a year ago, we lost mom to an infamous villain who was out for revenge on dad. She was home feeding Gracie some food, using the chu-chu train technique while making faces. I was doing homework on the table while Hannah was in some corner working on some type of watch. Dad was at work when it happened.

Mom's phone rang, just before the wall in the kitchen crashed in. Some robot/guy thing on a floating saucer was hovering in the middle of the kitchen, staring right at mom. When I looked at mom, I could tell she knew who ever it was. I was unable to do anything as the villain, killed her in cold blood. In front of my eyes. When dad returned, he was devastated. When I told him the details, through my tears, he whispered, "Whiplash." With instructions to stay in the house and watch over my siblings, he carried mom out of the house.

It took me months to get over it, and to be honest, I'm still not over it. Even though I was almost exactly like how my dad was, I was more close to mom. I wasn't myself for months and I could hardly stand to look at Gracie without thinking of the smiles and funny faces and goofy sounds my mom made just before her death. Hannah, was much the same and she hid in her room without coming out for weeks. Dad, who was having his own troubles coping, had to bring meals up there for her to eat. Gracie seemed to be the only one that wasn't devastated. Though, she realized that her mommy wasn't returning. She was quiet for some time, but soon got over it, still not understanding what really happened.

Then only about a month ago, dad was killed. Hannah and I were at school at the time, but Gracie was at home. When we returned we found our dad in the middle of Gracie's room, with three gunshot wounds in his chest; dead. Gracie was screaming her head off at him, because she wanted to show him a picture she drew of him and herself, but he wouldn't open his eyes to look. Though, she was old enough to know that he was hurt so before Hannah or myself could respond or do anything, Gracie was already trying to put Band-Aids on dad's wounds.

We called our uncle Rhodey before we called anyone. When I told him what happened, slowly at my own pace, he didn't hesitate to come over. When he did, he called the police. He brought his wife, Janna with him, and she did her best to drag us out of the house and away from dad. She drove us to their house.

Their kids, Sophie and Celeb, were waiting for us. Sophie was 13 years old and she was pretty much Hannah's best friend. Caleb was 6 years old and he always had something to show Gracie. When we visited with our parents, I always hung out with myself or mom. So when we went there, I went to one of the bedrooms, and pretty much broke down in the corner. Janna tried her best to calm me down.

Ever since then, we've been staying at their house. Sophie and Caleb were pretty excited about it, but Hannah and I weren't much fun to play with. Hannah hardly ever stopped crying. She would randomly burst into tears, and not even I could calm her down for at least another hour. I had my own episodes and the only signs that Gracie showed of despair, were when she asked where her daddy was because she drew another picture for him. When she got the answer that he couldn't see it, that he wasn't there, she threw a fit.

We've been grieving ever since.

At this instant, I was trying my best to concentrate on the book I was reading for school, but I found it hard to even think. Especially when Hannah was bawling her eyes out loudly in the room next to the one I shared with Gracie. Hannah shared with Sophie, and I could hear both Sophie and Janna trying to calm Hannah down. I set the book aside and closed my eyes.

The instant my eyes closed, I could see the blood that was pooling up on dads chest and the carpet. I could see Gracie trying to bandage him up with Band-Aids so he could wake up. I opened my eyes instantly. My dreams were constantly filled with nightmares of both my parents' deaths. I could tell I wasn't the only one.

The door to the room that's now mine opened, and in came Hannah, whose eyes were red and puffy. She had her red hair tied into a ponytail. She didn't say anything, but I could see in her eyes, that she was asking when it would get better. I patted the seat next to me on the bed and she nodded as she walked to sit next to me.

I wrapped one of my arms around her and squeezed her close to me, "I'm sure it will get better." I started. "I'm sure over time, this will all get better."

She sniffed. "But they're dead-!"

"They may be dead," I said a bit louder than I meant. "But we're not. We still have life, and we're going to at least live it out for them. If not for them, then for ourselves."

She looked at me with watery eyes, before she nodded as she blinked the tears away. "We'll be okay?"

I smiled warmly at her. "We will all be okay."

"Hugo?" A small voice spoke on my other side.

I looked over. Gracie had her long raven colored hair in her fingers and was staring at me with curious blue eyes. I smiled at her, welcoming her to say something.

"Will daddy be okay too?" She asked with a curious frown. "And mommy?"

I felt my throat swell up, so I swallowed hard. "Yeah...they'll be fine."

Then, Gracie smiled. She climbed up onto my bed and then to my lap. I let my hand run through her long dark hair as Hannah grabbed Gracie's hand.

I was their big brother. I was their only family left. We don't have our mom to care for us, or our dad to fight for us to protect us, but we at least have me. I will protect us. I will keep us going, for we are the last of the Stark's. I will help all of us make it through the death of our parents.

That's because I am Hugo Stark, and I vow not to let this family fall apart any more than it already has.

So, what you guys think? Did you like it? And more importantly (Not really) did you like my OC's? I liked them. Anyways, i hoped you guys liked it as much as i enjoyed writing it. It's actually kinda fun writing in the first person, i enjoyed it! :)

Fun Fact: I don't know if it's just me, or if it's normal, but i REALLY love rodents. NOT like sewer rats, but pet rats, sugar gliders (flying squirrels), chipmunks, and hamsers...I very much LOVE!

This story is going to switch between POV's of Hugo and Hannah, so i think the next chapter will be in Hannah's point of view.

Well, I hope you guys liked it, and I hope i can get some of my other stories update soon as well. :D REVIEW!