If you're new to any of my stories or this series, then just go ahead and start reading. If you're coming from Emily, Britney, or Iqadi's stories, here is a quick note on where Daniel's novella fits on the PNG timeline:

Emily (The Story of Emily Stark) - Chapters 116-123
Britney (The Enigma of Loki's Daughter) - Chapters 150-192
Iqadi (The Princess's Choice) - her story takes place afterwards

Anyways, this story will not be 300 chapters. It's just been something I thought of and had to write.

And like always, I do not own Marvel.


Chapter One: Remembrance

Do you remember being a kid? Hold on, that question is too generic and I'm trying to get a more specific idea so it'll be easier for you to be able to follow along.

Do you remember that period in your childhood when you had - or believed you had, a monster under your bed? Don't you remember being scared of your monster peeking over the edge of your bed in the middle of the night, looking and creeping right at you? When you would squeeze your eyes shut as tight as possible so you don't open them and see something alreadycstaring at you? Every sensation of a draft felt like the monster's breath on the back of your neck, making your little hairs shoot up as goosebumps form on your limbs; every creaking sound seemed like a step on your wooden floor slowly getting close toward you, and every voice you heard sounded like a starving growl ready to eat you up. You slept with the blankets over your head, cocooning yourself from the beast just below you. As if a little blanket could shield you from a pigment of your imagination.

When I was a kid, I never had a monster under my bed and I can explain why. My monster isn't imaginary and doesn't live under my bed. To this very day, it's my reality and exists underneath my skin.

The hardest part of being the son of Bruce Banner is inheriting the inevitable gene known as The Hulk; especially when it's the one thing that scares you most.

-o-

Emily Stark is the daughter of Tony Stark and as clichéd as it will sound, I am in love with her. Not the kind of love that implies that I'm only infatuated with her looks - but don't get me wrong, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen - it's just that I fell in love with her as a person first.

She's the only girl I know who could recite the periodic table backwards, she always speaks her mind even when some of her quotes aren't filtered, she always walks as if she owns the place in her designer shoes, and always gives off this contagious yet radiant vibe of confidence that anyone would want to have. To be honest, I didn't even know what physical beauty was until I saw those traits in her.

The only problem is that her big, hazel eyes are always wandering around to other boys. I guess that's so she can test the waters and reel in a fish she's able to snag. However, all the fish she catches eventually get thrown back in. I know for a fact that Emily has feelings for me and I'm not only saying that to boost my self-esteem or give myself a false reality but because she's told me that before.

Emily Stark can sometimes be confusing, but that doesn't stop my heart from wanting to know why.

-o-

On a snowy day, I sit next to Emily as she drives through a path in the forest in an attempt to find the main road once again. I think she's lost and that not only applies to her driving, but also to our relationship. We're friends and I love being her friend but it almost feels as if we're supposed to be something more than that.

The two of us sit in an awkward silence. Emily, for once, has nothing to say so she begins to fidget with the little items she has until she turns on the radio to fill the car up with some noise. I think something is up with her so I turn off the radio to focus on her. Emily eyes me, not wanting my attention on her which is odd since she's someone who loves being in the spotlight.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"Nothing," she obviously lies.

"You're lying."

"I know, I just have a lot on my mind. One of them being you."

I smile a bit. "Why me?"

"You tell me. Why do you have to be you?"

I hesitate, mostly because I have no idea what she's asking and therefore, no idea how to answer.

"And for once," Emily continues, with a high pitch in her voice. "The genius doesn't know the answer. I can't blame you, though. If you asked me that, I wouldn't know how to answer either. Asking someone why they are who they are is basically asking why are you, you? I didn't even know how to say that last sentence."

I take a breath. "My dad says that we're born with qualities or aspects of ourselves that we can handle."

"I get it," Emily says with an evident pride in her voice. "It's like I'm born with beauty because I can handle it."

"Sure..." I mutter bitterly just so she can glare at me, which she does. "He only brought that up because I asked about - "

"Stop," Emily states. Thank god she cut me off because I didn't want to finish that sentence aloud - or at all. "You don't need to finish that, Daniel. I know what you're talking about and it's okay. Think of it as a blessing."

"A blessing?" I almost laugh. "Emily Stark is talking about blessings?"

"Yes, yes I am. And come on, Daniel, you already know that by now it's not a bad thing. Quit shaming yourself."

God, I hate this topic.

"What do your parents think of me?" I ask only to steer away from that topic. I mentioned my dad a few seconds ago so that's the only reason why that question came out.

"Seriously?" Emily questions with a little smile on her face. "You want to go down that road? My mom thinks that you're one of the nicest teenage boys she's ever met and don't even get me started on what my dad thinks of you and me. My dad has basically arranged our marriage before we were born. He wasn't even sure if you were going to be a boy."

This kind of a conversation is way better.

"I bet he's happy I am," I reply.

"Damn right he is. And that's just the icing on the cake."

"Marriage?" I question since that part kind of stuck out to me. "Are we going to get married one day?"

Emily looks at me confused, but with a flirty smile on her face. "Are you asking?"

"What?" Oh god, I hope I'm not blushing. "Well, I - uh mean - that I don't know. It'd be improper to ask you to marry me when we technically haven't been on a date. And you're the reason why."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I've asked you out a billion times but you were always scared to because you, for some reason, were scared of breaking up when we haven't even tried going out."

Emily takes a sharp breath. "You know that when people break up, they stop caring about each other. I don't want that to happen to us."

"Do you think we'll ever stop caring for each other?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Why are you hesitant?"

Emily takes another sharp breath. Now she's mad. I just don't get it. We've known each other since birth and she thinks we'll just suddenly stop caring about each other? Unbelievable. People just don't do that.

"I'm hesitant because - !"

Emily takes a sharp turn on an icy patch of ice causing the car to swerve and spin around.

The last thing I remember was the car slamming into a tree and flying out into the snowy ground.


Considering that I'm on my spring break and already have all the chapters to this written out, there will be daily updates.

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