New story :)
So technically, this is a continuation of my last story, Forgotten, but I've tried to make it so that you can read this alone. That one focused on Natasha and her sister, whereas this one is going to focus on Tony and his adopted daughter. It's written from Yana's point of view, and will hopefully stay that way. If you have come from Forgotten, or want to read that and come back (I suggest it) this takes place about a month and a half afterwards. Also, I don't like to write dreams or flashbacks in italics anymore because it's hard to read so you'll have to figure that out but I'll do a line break in between them.
Things to know if you aren't going to read Forgotten (SPOILERS):
»Captain America: The Winter Soldier has happend, S.H.I.E.L.D. has fallen.
»Natasha's sister is called both Eva and Anya.
»Yana came from the Red Room with someone called Klara, and their two other friends, Olga and Irina were killed. Yana's thirteen, and was in the Red Room from when she was two.
»Bruce Banner isn't staying at the Tower but the rest of the Avengers, plus Falcon and the Winter Solider are, and Bucky's regained all his memories.
And that's about it, but more may be added later. Read and review please!
You know, what all the tabloids say about Tony Stark isn't always true. Sure he can be a bit egotistical, but most of the time he's nice, caring, kind- and I'm not just saying that because he's my father, adoptive one anyway. At the moment he still feels like a friend, someone trying to help me get over the loss of some others. But as Eva slowly becomes to feel more like a friend, Tony's becoming more of a parent. And that's a good thing. As for me, I'd say I'm shy, introverted and good at keeping my opinions to myself. Quite the opposite of Tony, but maybe that why we fit so well together.
There are a lot of people in this Tower and its really surprising to find that none of them wanted to hurt me. If I was still at... The other place, over 60% of them would have wanted to kill me. It makes a good change, to be able to train when I want to, eat when and what I want to and DO what I want to do. The only person I'm not really sure about is The Winter Soldier. I mean Bucky. But that's probably because he remembers training me. He's weird about Natasha too, but I'm pretty sure they had a thing going on back in the day.
Just before we left... The other place, two of my only friends got killed, Irina and Olga. Then, almost as soon as we got back here, Klara left me too, and went to some super secret spy agency academy. And now I don't really have anyone to turn to. Like I said, Tony's only just beginning to feel like a parent, Pepper even less.
I'm sleeping in the old dormitory back at the... Other Place. Except it's not quite right. Both Klara and I are with the older girls, not the little ones. I'm the only one awake, the others all breathing slowly out of time. I'm scared. Something's going to happen to me, I'm sure. Irina and Olga are the closest to me. I try to wake them but soon I hear footsteps coming. I creep back in to my own bed, and the footsteps stop. Now there's something warm and sticky on my hands. I need to see what it is. I turn on the light by my bed. The liquid, it's blood. Suddenly there are shadows looming over me. They've come to get me, to kill me, to torture me. I won't tell them anything. No- it's only Irina and Olga playing a trick. "You killed us, Yana." Irina says, her hair falling in to my face.
"That's our blood on your hands." Olga continues. "You're a monster." monster Monster MONSTER! The word rings in my ears and bounces around my skull, trying to find away to get out, but it can't because it's trapped inside me. It is what I am. That's when I notice I'm screaming.
"Yana, YANA!" A voice comes from the other side of me, but I can't turn or stop the high pitched sound coming out of my mouth as Irina and Olga simultaneously lift their hair, showing a red line, dripping with the warm sticky substance that's on my hands. "YANA!" The person on the other side of me screams.
And I wake up.
"Yana, you scared the life outta me." Tony tells me, breathing heavily, like he was scared of something. There's nothing to fear.
"I'm sorry," I reply noticing I'm drenched in sweat, but that I'm still really cold.
"Yana, there's nothing to be sorry for. You just had a nightmare. Everyone has them, including me. Wanna talk about it?" Tony asks, sitting on the bed.
"Not really..?" I reply, not wanting to offend him or anything. He has been really nice to me so far.
"That's okay. I'll always be just a shout away." I nod and he turns to leave. The words 'don't go' are out of my mouth before I realise I'm saying them. Tony turns around and comes back to sit on the bed. "You know what, Yana? I'm going to tell you a story. Once upon a time there was, err, a princess who umm, lived in a tower. The evil wizard who opened the Tower was killed by Iron Man one day, and Iron Man took the princess home to be his daughter and they all lived happily ever after, the end?" He looks at me for approval and I nod. His total lack of imagination has sent me to sleep. I think that story telling isn't exactly his forte.
"Thanks dad." I whisper without even thinking about it.
