So ladies and gents here's the first REAL chapter to the story! Now this is going to be different from my other stories whereas I usually finish them BEFORE posting them chapter per chapter; here I'm still finishing writing this one so bear with me if I take longer than normal posting the chapters ok?

Chapter One~

A soft slow and methodical beeping is what woke me from what seemed like a decade long sleep. Slowly I managed to open my eyes if only a little but the light overhead hurt so much I instantly closed them again. With a throbbing head I tried to remember something, anything at all to be honest. The soft beeping soon became annoying and I turned my head to one side and peeked to see a heart monitor sitting beside me. I was lying down; that much I knew and I was warm though uncomfortable for it wasn't a soft bed I was on. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see a bit clearer, the objects turned out to be a crash cart and several other medical devises. Gently as I could I sat up, using my elbows to support my weight and lift me upright. Looking around the room I was in I found it to be a hospital room which instantly slapped me to remember where I was. Fear gripped my heart like a vice as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood on very wobbly legs. They felt like jelly and I had to hold onto the side of the bed for support else I fall. It took a while before I got the feeling back in my legs and I was able to take a few steps. Beside me the heart monitor screamed in protest but I paid it no mind, I needed to get the hell out of here! It wouldn't be long before those doctors came back and did more tests on me and at that thought I shivered. Though I didn't know where I was all I knew was that I had to escape, somehow they had dropped their guard and now was my ONLY chance. Looking around I spotted a door and forced myself over towards it, trying the knob to find it unlocked. Strange, nothing in this place was ever unlocked. Taking my chance, I swung the door opened and waited for an alarm to start sounding but nothing happened which took me totally by surprise. Licking my lips I looked down the hallways to see nothing but white, white and more white. By now the fear in my heart had started to take a toll on my breathing, it was coming out in short pants. Not knowing which hallway to go down, I looked for some sign of an escape. Each hallway had several doors on either side of the walls and nothing stood out to me, guess I'd have to take a chance.

"Hey! Where you going?!" a voice called out and whipping my head around saw a nurse coming towards me from the right hallway. A scream tore out from me and I took off down the left hallway as fast as possible. With a pounding heart I tried every door on either side of the hall to no avail; they were either locked or had voices coming from them.

"Get her! She can't go too far!" the voice called from behind me and turning my head I saw at least three more people in white uniforms coming towards me. Eyes darting around, I saw one door that had a label on it reading 'Stairs' and grabbing hold of the doorknob swung it open and ran for it. Down and down I went until I heard a door from below me open, more voices calling out in anger. Looking up over the railing I could see the figures from before coming for me and so took the first door I could find. Once open I ran into what looked like an office lobby which confused me to no end. As soon as the door shut behind me everyone turned to see me, eyes widening and voices starting to talk all at once. Shaking my head making my hair fly about, I pushed my way through the crowd but several security guards came for me. Raising one hand, I let it turn black with fire and force out,

"Stay back! Get away from me!" they stopped if only for a moment before getting out Tasers, the little red dot right on my chest. Backing up, I turned to see more security guards closing in around me, Tasers out and ready. My heart felt ready to explode in my chest from my fear, sweat dotting my forehead and chest heaving as I tried to breathe.

"Stand down men!" a sharp deep voice called out and turning to one side spotted a man in in all black outfit, one eye covered with an eye patch much like a pirate. Tilting my head to one side I confusion I thought I remembered this man, but from where?

"Sara, it's ok, no one is going to hurt you. Just put out the fire and we can talk." the man said softly with one hand out for me to take, though the other hand was near is upper shin where I noticed a gun. His eyes followed mine before looking back up to say,

"I'm not going to shoot you Sara."

"You're lying! It's just a lie!" I say with a weak voice my hand still pointed at him though it was trembling.

"No, you're safe now Sara, I promise." he said but at that moment I heard running footsteps coming near me and turned towards the sound to see a group of people who made my brain scream. Four men and one woman stood a ways away from the same door I had come out of; two of the men had blond hair, two dark brown while the woman had short red hair. Dressed in very different outfits, some casual and some uptight, they all looked as if they had seen a dead person come back to life.

"Sara?" asked one of the men, one with the warmest cinnamon brown eyes I have ever seen behind a set of glasses. Over and over again my brain was screaming at me, I knew him! I knew him! Or at least, I thought I did. His face was so bizarrely familiar to me especially those eyes, those soft and loving eyes.

"Bruce?" I asked softly, so softly I didn't even hear myself say the name. But he must have for his whole face lightened, his eyes sparkling with joy. But his joy was my pain, no; it couldn't be him it couldn't! Shaking my head I took a step backwards and started muttering,

"No, it's just another trick! It's just another clever lie!" at that his face dropped and the sparkled vanished from his eyes.

"Sara, it is me. It really is me." the man said but by now I was convinced, it was just a clever trick of theirs to make me fall. Tears stung my eyes as at last my legs gave out, unable to hold me from the emotional trauma I was once again suffering. In a heap on the ground I started sobbing, I hadn't escape, I hadn't gotten out alive and now I was sure to suffer for even trying. Already I could feel the stabbing pain of needles, the bite of freezing cold water, the sting of chemicals. Expecting to be grabbed roughly and forced upright, I wasn't expecting the arms that wrapped around me and slowly lift me into the air. Shocked beyond words, I looked up to see who it was and found it to be the man who looked like Bruce. But it was just a trick, a very, very clever trick. Unwilling to lose so easily I tried to struggle out of the hold but found my body wouldn't respond. I was too weak from running, too weak from fighting, too weak from seeing his face. With another sob, I let my head fall against his chest and took several shallow breaths in order to regain my breathing. The scent of sandalwood and aftershave invaded my nose and I had to wonder how good and clever this trick was. Maybe I was dreaming, that was it, I was dreaming. This was all just a strange and horrible dream that they had forced me to live out. Perhaps it was a new drug they had forced me to take, or a chemical that messes with my memories, or something damn it!

"Bring her back to the hospital, we need to do more tests on her to make sure-" but at the word 'tests' I started struggling anew and the person holding had to tighten his grip on me.

"She's going home, no more tests." the imposter Bruce said as we started moving though I don't know where to.

"No, she needs to be evaluated before-"

"No damn it! She's been through enough already!" said the man holding me and soon I was outside; the sun streaming into my face, a soft wind blowing, the sound of traffic and car horns and sirens and the dull murmur of voices. With the warmth of sunlight on my face I turned towards it seeking it promise of freedom. When was the last time I had been outside? The last time I had felt the sun on my face and skin?

"Come on, the car's this way." said a voice from behind us and turning to look over the man holding me shoulder, I saw the others from before following as well as the man in black. Turning back around I spotted a black stretch limo at the curbside of the street. Where were we? This all sounds just like New York City but that couldn't be, could it? The passenger side door swung open for us and the man holding me placed me oh so gently into the car saying,

"Scoot over, if you can." but I was too absorbed with trying to figure out where we were. Moving to the window and looking out, I examined the buildings and people milling about when a voice cut through saying,

"Welcome back Ms. Williams." who the hell was that?! Turning every which way to find the source of the voice, I only could find the imposer Bruce and the others from before; the other three men and woman. They all looked worried, save for the man who took a seat right beside me and wrapping one arm around my shoulder said,

"Don't worry darling, you're really safe now. Driver, off to Stark Towers we go!" shrugging the arm off my shoulder, I inched away from him and asked,

"And you are?"

"I'm hurt darling that you don't remember me, or your dearly beloved, or the others." said the man as the limo took off. The word 'darling' kept causing my brain to scream again in remembrance, but why I wouldn't know. Looking him over I found him to have pointy dark brown hair, a trimmed goatee and a glowing circle on his chest.

"See something you like darling?" asked the man but I simply slapped his face getting an 'OW!' out of him.

"If she didn't remember Bruce than why would she remember you Tony?" asked the woman with short red hair, her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. The man whom I had hit frowned before saying,

"Then interdictions are needed!" and with one hand pointed to each person in turn,

"That's Natasha aka Queen of Glares, that's Clint aka Speedy, that's Steve aka Popsicle and that's Bruce aka Jolly Green." each person did something different; Natasha gave a small smile, Clint waved, Steve shook my hand and Bruce didn't bother looking up instead he was looking out the window.

"And I'm the amazing, most intelligent and brilliantly handsome Tony aka Iron Man Stark." said the man with the glowing chest.

"Iron Man?" I asked turning to see him again, the name ringing a bell in my mind, the first bell that made any sense. Tilting my head to one side as he smiled widely and nodded I looked to my lap to find that I was in a set of pajamas, light blue pajamas.

"Who changed me!?" I demanded looking for an answer and see several sheepish faces.

"The nurses did while you were out." Natasha said calmly before adding,

"Only females, no guys where there." as if to calm me down and I realized why, both of my hands were on fire.

"Please don't blow up the car!" the man named Tony said in a whine as I slowly let the fires go out on their own. Closing my eyes and feeling sleepy all over again, I leaned back in the seat and tried to think of something happy.

"So, she really doesn't remember us, does she?" asked the man named Tony from beside me as I tried to get comfortable. Turning my head to one side I snuck a peek at the imposer Bruce to see was still looking out the window. He seemed so sad, his face etched with worry lines and circles under his eyes. He had removed those glasses, holding them in one hand and the other under his chin. Sighing deeply, I let my eyes close again and tried to remember the real Bruce.