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~.And The Stars Aligned.~

by Iland Girl

'for those with gentle hands'


Chapter One


Since you've decided to read on I think I'll start slow with you. Would hate to scare you off after your first page. Page twenty would be a good time.

Anywho.

When I was younger I was a pretty normal kid. Well, normal as a kid can be. Honestly kids are just weird, and the most normal kids tended to be the craziest adults. It's like they never got that weirdness out of them and now it's festered so badly in their souls that it's become a part of them.

So I was a pretty normal kid, which meant I was a very odd adult, but more on that later. I was a kid that liked to explore and go on adventures. Even if it was just the the grocery store with my mom, or the carwash with my Dad. I loved every moment I got to explore. However, my exploration had a bad side to it, and that was I explored a little to hard. A couple of times I had wandered off at crucial moments, such as the time I was six and was at a convention with my Mother and Father. Both of my parents were geniuses, and sometimes I wonder if I had been adopted considering I barely understood my Maths.

When we were at the Stark Industries Expo in 2010 I had gone a little overboard with my Hide-n-Seek games. It had originally started off as a means to keep me entertained while Mom and Dad were busy. My Nanny, Ms. Walters, was a nice lady. However she was old and lacked the ability to keep up with me, something I had yet to learn.

"Now be careful Alice, I would hate for you to trip and scrape your knees." Ms. Walters said as she wandered behind me. Little six year old me wasn't really a bad kid, but I was very ignorant. I was skipping in between displays of technological advancements that Stark Industries had made over the years. Holographs showed different advancements and I glanced at each of them shortly before moving on. Little did I know that Ms. Walters was falling behind. She called out for me, but amongst the crowds I didn't hear her as I skipped around the corner.

One thing led to another and, well, I found myself completely and utterly lost. The crowds had diminished and I seemed to be on the wrong side of the No Access tape. I looked around and found myself in what seemed to be a lounge. How I got in here was beyond my memory, and come to think of it I didn't recall opening any doors.

It was dead quiet in this lounge, this large and very fancy looking lounge. I started to feel more and more uneasy in the silent room.

"Ms. Alice, is that you?"

I squeaked, finding the closest couch and diving behind it. My little heart was quavering, it took me a moment to realize that someone had called out to me rather than purposefully scared me. Peaking out from the side of the couch, I looked around the room.

"Who-who said that?" I stammered. Looking around the room I saw nobody at all.

"My apologies," I flinched, "I did not mean to startle you."

"Who are you?" I asked, looking around and seeing no one. Slowly, I began to come out of hiding.

"My name is Jarvis Ms. Alice. My scans show that you have gotten smaller since the last time I have seen you." Jarvis, the disembodied voice said. I looked around the room again, and sure enough no one was here. "Shall I contact Mr. Stark and tell him you have arrived?"

"Who? Um, okay, as long as he isn't mad. I think I'm lost Mr Jarvis." I said, realizing that I really didn't know where I was.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Stark is on his way." Jarvis told me. I nodded, sitting down on the sofa and sniffling a little bit. My feet bounced up and down for a few moments, my eyes watching them. Not five minutes later I heard the doors open and my eyes snapped to the man entering the room.

He looked like the man on all the billboards. Identical really, and in a weird sort of way he looked nothing like him. This man had an intense look of worry in his eyes as he practically sprinted into the room. Well groomed and dressed to the nines, this man was definitely Tony Stark. Billionaire with a list of titles a mile long. Most importantly, he was one of my favourite heroes.

"Iron Man?" I asked while slowly standing up. Tony looked down at me, his face going from near excitement to complete confusion. He stared for a moment before tilting his head at me. He stared for a long moment before answering.

"I'm sorry, but, who are you?" He asked. I gulped, noting the way he leaned down a little bit to look at me.

"Alice! I'm Alice Hubert. And you're Iron Man, right?" I asked, getting excited. Tony stared at me for a long long time, before the corners of his eyes softened and he seemed to have come to an understanding. He knelt down in front of me, his eyes shining and a warmth that surprised me came from them.

"You bet I'm Iron Man kiddo." He said, making me squeal. I jumped around and clapped a little bit. Tony chuckled before standing upright. "Now what's a kid like you doing all alone? You on one of your crazy adventures again?"

At this I paled and immediately remembered Ms. Walters.

"Ms. Walters! I lost Ms. Walters!" I felt myself tearing up, upset that I likely made my Nanny worry. She was a wonderful woman and I loved her like a grandparent. Tony just smiled at me and offered his hand.

"Why don't we find her together?" He asked.

And that was the story of how I gave my Nanny a near heart attack. We ended up finding her shortly after. Ms. Walters was tearing up when she saw me and ran right over. I said I was sorry and hugged her tightly. Tony watched the exchange for a short while before Ms. Walters even realized who he was.

"I am so sorry if she caused any trouble. She really likes her adventures and tends to get distracted." Ms. Walters apologized profusely, but Tony shook his head.

"It's not a problem," Tony insisted, looking at me with a sideways grin. "I can imagine she is quite the little explorer. Probably a lot to handle."

"You have no idea." Ms. Walters laughed, mussing my hair. I pouted a little, but she held my hand tightly. "We best be on our way. Your parents will want to have lunch with you."

"Her parents?" Tony asked, looking from Ms. Walters to me. I nodded with a grin. Tony looked at me for a long moment before nodding. "Well I would hate to keep you waiting. Have a good time kiddo."

Before we could say anything else people started to realize that Tony Stark was in the area. Within a span of fifteen seconds we were completely crowded by people, and Ms. Walters guided me quickly away from Tony. She urged me away, but I kept looking back over my shoulder at Tony, seeing him glance at me with an expression I couldn't quite understand.


Mom and Pops were waiting for us when we got to the café. I tried my best to stay on good behaviour after the incident, and Ms. Walters never mentioned the escapade to my parents. She did however enjoy bragging that she had seen Tony Stark in person.

"Such a handsome man! You should have seen him! And he adored little Alice." Ms. Walters cooed. She was a funny old woman. I spent the better part of my lunch chittering away to my parents about things that I had seen that day, or stuff I wanted to see tomorrow. We were only at the exhibition for two more days before we would head home. For the time being we were staying in a fancy hotel and just driving back and forth from the convention everyday. Mom told me multiple times of what she and Pops were doing at the expo, but I honestly didn't listen nearly enough. I wish I had.

Shortly after getting a light dessert Mom spoke softly to me.

"I know this expo is not exactly your idea of fun, but I promise we will be going somewhere fun next week, but this is a little something I found and thought you would like to add to the collection." My Mom said as she held out a tiny black box. She flipped the lid and revealed a tiny pendant with a gold fist. I grinned.

"It will look good with the rest, don't you think?" She asked as I hurriedly showed her the clasp to remove my necklace. Mom laughed at my eagerness and helped me put the pendant on. I had a lovely cross with diamonds on it, which had been my Grandmothers and one of her gifts she left for me in her will, along with a smaller name plate with 'Alice' written in cursive. Now the tiny gold fist sat on the opposite side of the cross, the name pate separating them. I showed it off to Ms. Walters for over an hour. I loved it, even if it wasn't a toy I loved the pretty, shiny gift.

Since my parents were attending a dinner later that evening we decided to head back to the hotel to have a bit of peace and quiet. It was rainy when we left the café, and I was beginning to think Ms. Walters was lying when she said we could go for a stroll through the park. Dad was driving us back to the hotel, one of the wipers was in need of replacing. For such brilliant people they were, I felt like Ms. Walters nannied all three of us. We would've been a mess without her.

Which is why today was just a god damn shame.

I was drifting to sleep in the back seat of the car. A sedan that was relatively new and in good condition, at least from what I could make of it. I was jerked awake by Ms. Walters shouting to my Dad. There was an impact as I was jerked around in my seat, another shortly after as we spun. My Dad had hit someone on the road. Nothing bad, but he had been on the Brooklyn Bridge and hit the side railing. We stopped, and everyone in the car was fine. We had spun around a bit and were jostled, but while everyone else was asking if all were fine, I was too busy staring at it.

'It' was a truck that was sliding right towards us. Right towards me. I watched, almost in slow motion, before I felt a pair of arms yank me from my seatbelt and onto the other side.

Ms. Walters covered me with her own body as the truck hit us. I don't know how hard he hit or how much damage he did, but it as enough to break the shaken barrier. Our car teetered on edge, half on the bridge and half in the air. Mom and Dad were both screaming for Ms. Walters to get me out, but the woman's arms had gone limp around me, and as I looked up I saw that a large gash was across her forehead and was dripping down into my hair. She hung over top of me, her head resting on the back Dad's headrest. No matter how loud they screamed Ms. Walters did not move. I took it upon myself to stop crying, granted I didn't realize I had been crying, and to open the door. When I did, the weight of my nanny that had been on it gave way, and she fell onto the street with a thud. I was still awkwardly in the car though, and as the weight of Ms. Walters left the car if began to tip forward.

There was a half second where I thought that maybe I could get out and help Ms. Walters, but my legs were cumbersome while being so shaken, and I fell back into the car. As I did, it began to fall. The waters below were an off teal, and the small waves began to quickly look bigger as it dawned on me what was actually happening. The speed at which we fell was so quick that I was thrown into the back window. Giving me a perfect view of my parents screaming and crying as I stared.

The water was coming much closer.

I screamed.


I felt like lead when I opened my eyes.

Looking around, I could tell I was in some sort of building right away, but the biggest distinction was how quiet it was here. There were a few beeps and whirs from machinery down the halls, but otherwise it was dead silent. There wasn't a soul around either, which was really strange, that is until I turned and saw a boy sitting on a chair off to the side of the hallway. I stared at him for a long moment, from his sneakered feet to his messy off blonde hair, all the way to the audio device he was listening too. After a short while I took in the look on his face as well.

He looked so sad…..

I walked up to him, not saying anything until I was right in front of his swinging legs. He paused and looked up at me. Slowly, he removed the head set from his ears and I can faintly hear music playing.

"Hi." Was all he said. I stared at him for a moment before smiling back at him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, seeing his expression. He seemed to have finally taken in my appearance and looked worried.

"Me? You're bleeding!" He said, grabbing my arm. "And you're shaking! What happened? Is there a nurse?"

"I'm fine." I insisted, wanting more than anything to sit down. "I just….. I don't know how I got here."

The boy looked me over a bit more before, and I told him I wasn't hurt (or at least didn't feel like I was) before we both sat side by side on the chairs. It was a relief to sit again, but now my legs were bouncing and shaking, and I didn't have it in me to do anything about it. I felt like all the life had drained out of me and I would never get up from that chair.

"Do you like Blue Suede?" He asked me after a moment of silence. I smiled politely.

"I don't know, what is it?" I asked. The boy held out the head phones for me. I took them gingerly.

"They're a band. Listen!" He said before pressing a button. I could hear the melody before the headphones reached my ears. When they did I listened to the tunes for a little while and smiled at the boy. My nerves settled some, and I felt myself relax even just a little bit. After a short while I pulled the headphones from my ears and smiled at him.

"Pretty cool!" I said with a laugh. The boy grinned, but there was no light in his eyes. He was still pretty sad.

"I'm Peter, what's your name?" Peter asked me.

"Alice." I said, looking around the hall. "Where's your parents?"

"Don't know my Dad, but my Mom's in there." Peter pointed to a door across the hallway where there was a light on. The door was shut and I couldn't see anything through the small window because the blinds were down. I looked to Peter to see him staring at the room, and then he looked about as pale as myself.

"My Mom's sick, and she-she….. I'm scared Alice. I'm scared because the adults won't tell me what's wrong." Peter said. I saw the look of fear in his eyes and instantly grabbed his free hand. He looked to me, then down to our joined hands. I smiled.

"I'll help you Peter, I promise." I said.

What a liar I was.

Peter smiled at me shortly, but then the door open to his Mom's room. I never got to see in there, because in the blink of an eye I was no longer there. Instead, I stood in another building. This time this one was very busy. I nearly got bowled over when a nurse came flying by. The hallways were filled with groans, a long lines of beds splayed everywhere with injuries. I walked down the hall slowly, looking at everyone.

That is until I heard him.

When I walked around a corner it was like the sound hit me full blast. Way down at the other end of the hallway was a man yelling at a doctor. He was practically red from rage as he shook the collar of the man's white coat.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T SEE HER?! AND WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?!"

The anguish made me skitter down the hall quickly, and I tried my best not to run into anyone as I did. After a moment I called out to him, and the man turned with disbelief in his eyes as he stared at me.

"Daddy!"


Hey all. Please read this note.

I guess I said it wrong in my last authors note, but judging by your reviews (btw HUGE thank you for reviewing this story already, it made me hustle to get this chapter out) you think I hate these kinds of stories. The truth is I don't hate them, not at all. My problem is that most of the time the character that is travelling tends to show up at only important points, and is there when it is important, and disappears when there's nothing going on or the 'movie' ended.

I hate that, I hate it so, so much, but at the same time I see the use in it. Well kind of. I could go on and on about it for forever, but I really think it's a moot point, considering I will be doing it a few times. ,

So yesterday I was forced to do an impromtu house sitting. All fine and dandy, but they don't have wifi, so i sat on my ipad and wrote out my big master plan (well like 60% of it) on Word. And the damn thing is 12,000 words already. Guys, that is a point form note work.

-Alice does the thing, Tony sad, Quill happy. Alice learns -spoilers- which allows her to -spoilers-

- Alice does this thing, Loki said, Strange annoyed.

Lie super basic, point form, and sometimes I throw in a quote to help me set the emotion I'm aiming for. And I usually get to the 2,000 word mark of a story before shrugging and carrying on with my life. But I have so much shit to cover, and I take my planning very seriously. There is an order that this has to happen, it can't happen willy nilly, because it won't flow.

Keep in mind, I hadn't even entered anything beyond Civil War at that point, so there are a lot of notes to go. But the one thing I always have, is the ending. It alters a bit, and considering I don't have a hot clue what inifinity war is bringing us (Going opening night with my brother!) I don't want to have any major points set in stone. I will have some basic stuff like the poetic justice of the end, how powerful characters become, that gist.

Now here's where you guys come in.

Since I take this stuff like order of go pretty seriously, I can't say 'where did you want to go next?' But I can ask who you think Alice woul get along with the best and if she were to have a romantic insterest who would it be? I like realism, so there will be a lot of one sided stuff on both ends, but for the most part it'll be subtle. I have an idea of who I want as her main pairing, but we shall see what y'all think.

Also, I don't think I will be going further than the standard MCU. That discludes X Men, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter, and of course Deadpool. I used to love the Wolverine films, and the x men as a cartoon, but I've found that as time went on the x men just lost their touch and I don't really watch it anymore.

So this was an insanely long note. To recap!

Who should Alice's love interst be? Keep in mind it can actually be anyone, regardless of age, because she is a time traveller or sorts. (Also her ability will be explained much later when I find it less funny to send her places)

Remaining in the MCU only.

No capes- wait what?

This story is going to be Legen- wait for it- dary

I'm actually pumped to write this guys, please keep the reviews coming so I can put of life commitments and keep going!

Iland Girl