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Words, Hands, Hearts

The whole word is watching with one blank stare
I can just sense this feeling of ill-repair
Like no one's heart is full enough to keep away this fear
And no one's heart is strong enough to fix what happened here

December 20, 2012

"Is this a joke?"

"Becca…"

"No, come on, this can't be real."

"You know, I came here for your support."

"And you will fully get it once I'm done letting the ridiculousness sink in."

Steve rolled his eyes, leaning over to grab the papers out of her hand but Becca was a touch quicker, fully jumping up from her chair. She stood on the opposite side of the desk, eyes making quick work of the words on the page. She had seen some ridiculous publicity in her life, but this took the cake. He couldn't watch her go over the papers anymore, feeling anxious at her quiet critiques.

"Detention, well-balanced lunch, safety first... Captain America's Fitness Challenge?! Steve, what is this?" Becca read aloud different headlines on the page, eyes glancing up for a second to see the man in front of her not even looking at her anymore. "Steve?"

"It's nothing." His voice was deep, but all the acknowledgement was through those words. His eyes drawn down to his lap.

The tone in his voice had her forgetting the papers for the moment and fulling looking at him. "Steve-"

"Just leave it alone, Rebecca. Forget I even showed it to you."

Becca walked around her desk, sitting on the top inches away from where Steve sat in his chair. She dropped the papers next to her, letting her arms come to cross against her, staring down at him. Wishing he would look up at her so she could read his expression, but he wasn't. Not doing it probably because he knew she could read anyone within a second glance.

"Talk to me." Her voice was soft, the edge gone from earlier immediately. Knowing in her gut that she might have gone too far.

He glanced up at her under his brow before quickly glancing back down. "I still have an image to uphold."

The brunette nodded, immediately knowing what he was saying after the two had a very similar conversation before. Steve knew that coming back and stepping back into the role of Captain America meant people were expecting the apple pie eating, chip off the old block American icon that knocked out Hitler over 100 times. The guy who sacrificed his own life for the greater good. The epitome of the 'better' times pouring from his brow. Not everything that was Steve Rogers.

"It's your job."

Steve now fully looked up at her now, hearing the confirmation in her voice. "Exactly. And it's not like I'm singing and dancing on stage or acting in a film. It's just a few PSAs for kids in school. That's it. Not too hard."

She uncrossed her arms, gripping to the edge. "You know I just care."

"You should really stop over-thinking everything." The words a clear dig at her always telling him the same thing. She made a face before raising her boot clad foot to nudge him, but this time he was quicker to knock her away with a chuckle. "This is why you came powering in at 8AM?"

The soldier shrugged, grabbing the papers to organize them. "I already had my workout and wanted to get this over with quickly."

"When do you sell your soul?" Becca joked with a smirk present again on her face.

"Tomorrow. They want everything done for the new year."

"I want copies."

"No." He stood up, giving her his own sarcastic smirk.

"It was worth a try." She took a sip of coffee from her to-go cup.

"Have you two not been watching the news?" Natasha came storming in, seeing the in a happy mood, knowing they had no idea what had happened. The TV that was rarely ever used not shockingly on in the corner.

"What are you talking about?" Becca questioned her counterpart, watching the red head rush towards the TV.

"There was another attack." She explained, changing the channel.

"The Mandarin?" Steve's papers floating back to the desktop, mind turning on the spot.

Natasha nodded, finally finding the channel. "Last night."

Becca and Steve moved towards her, watching the images of the new destruction playing on the screen. This time it was in Los Angeles, California at the famous Chinese Theater. The news anchor explaining the situation.

"If you're just tuning in we are still full coverage of the terrorist attack at the legendary Chinese Theater here in Los Angeles. The Mandarin taking responsibility for the attack. It happened late last night, dozens of people still out and about and were the innocent bystanders of the bombing. We're getting reports that at least 30 people were injured, only 2 deaths that we know of right now. One of the injured was Happy Hogan, the former bodyguard of Tony Stark…"

At that point Becca only heard static, her heart beating loudly in her ears at the mention of the man that watched her grow up. Another uncle. A photo of Happy with her father was poised on screen, the only thing her eyes captured. She felt both sets of eyes from the two looking at her, but neither making a sound. Not knowing how to approach the stunned girl.

While Becca started contemplating every situation possible in the short amount of time. It took place somewhere around 11pm the night before about 2am where she was. There had been 6 hours and no news from her father or Peppers or anyone. And that was vibrating through her at the lack of communication. Ignoring the questions from Natasha and Steve, Becca raced to her desk, scrambling to get her cell phone from inside her bag. She checked her texts, her missed call list, and voicemail but there was nothing from anyone on the west coast.

Her fingers quickly made work of calling her father, bringing the phone to her ear to listen to the ringing. The dull tone making her anxiety heighten with each passing second.

"Becca? What are you thinking?" Natasha walked over, leaning her hip against the desk.

She shook her head, getting her father's voicemail, now trying Pepper. "Why is no one answering?" Getting another voicemail, making her more and more anxious.

Steve stood next to Natasha, watching the young woman try to think of more people to call. "Look, it's only 5am there, okay. I'm sure they'll call you immediately when-"

"-They're up. They're all up." Becca countered back. "We don't sleep, we wake up early and worry about nothing. It's the Stark environment. The motto is given to us all when we are initiated. Pick up your phone!" She screamed into the receiver, once again trying to get a hold of her father.

"Hey," Natasha was right next to her now, taking the phone from her hand that was on the verge of snapping in half, "everything is okay, Bec. Happy is going to be fine, do you hear me? Everything is going to be okay." Her hands squeezed her friend's shoulders, trying to get her to calm down. She knew Happy, he was a fighter just like the rest of them and she was certain he was going to come out of this.

Becca gnawed on her lower lip, eyes glancing from Natasha's to Steve's to the tv that was still playing in the background. The Mandarin had been attacking one after another and now it was far more personal to her. Rage filling the nauseous place in her body. That man looked after her in every sense of the word since she was a child, now it was her turn to fight for him.

"I...I have to go. I have to go see him."

"Go," Natasha agreed, placing her phone back in Becca's hand. "Go see him, I'll take care of the meeting."

"The meeting!" The young Stark exclaimed, other priorities filing back into her mind. "Oh my God, I completely forgot." Natasha and herself were supposed to be having a meeting with some board about STRIKES involvement in more foreign matters, especially now with Captain Rogers on their team.

"I'm perfectly capable of handling it myself. You go to your family."

"I'll get you to your apartment." Steve offered, already pulling the keys to his motorcycle out of his pocket. Not the most appropriate thing to drive in the winter in the city, but that didn't stop him.

This time Becca didn't say anything, just nodded. Desperately wishing to she could just magically get there in a second, but she was merely a human. A human whose emotions were outweighing the spy who on the outside. Natasha gave her a strong hug, before Steve ushered her out of the office and towards the basement garage. The cold barely affected her as Steve navigated the two of them through the streets of New York. She held on close to his back, feeling safe there for a split second before he was parking in front of her building.

Once in her apartment, Becca dove into her bedroom, grabbing anything of essential into a backpack. Steve stood back for a few minutes, letting her go about her packing. Becca wore her heart on her sleeve and that was something different than anyone else he had met in this new world. In SHIELD at least. But she got her job done, that was never something someone could take away from her. It was a bit refreshing and he admired her for it. He had watched her deal with Clint when he was brainwashed, with her father almost dying in the wormhole, and Coulson's death. This time it was a person who did have the same training or resources as the rest of them, and the believed it was affecting her in another way. He had met Happy on many occasions now and if there was one thing you learned right away from the many was that he was fiercely protective of the Stark family. And that protective streak was returned.

The sound of her phone ringing made time stand still in the apartment before Becca ran to grab the object off her kitchen table. "Dad!" She exclaimed upon answering. "How is he? Is he okay? Why didn't you call me?" The questions coming out one after another, no time to answer.

"Calm down, Becca." Tony knew that was a irrational thing to say to his daughter, but his head was already pounding from the beeping in the hospital to the gravity of the situation. "He's...he's stable."

"Stable? What the hell does that mean? That could mean a lot of things."

"He's in a medically induced coma to let his body heal or something." He shook his head, pacing up and down the hallway. "I don't know I'm not a doctor."

Those words right there, that's how Becca knew this was much bigger than her father was letting on. He would know, in any other situation he would be able to break everything down and understand what needs to be fixed. But right now, he couldn't help because it was a mechanical problem, and that was driving him mad.

The daughter took the seat Steve pulled out from the table for at seeing her body language change. "You're there with him?"

Tony nodded, even though she couldn't see. "Yeah, I've been here since I got the call."

"And he's going to make it. Right?"

"Hope is in our favor."

She rubbed her eyes, exhausted even though the day just started. Steve sat next to her, just watching, wishing he could hear what was going on on the other side of the call. "I'll be out there as soon as I can. Probably sometime this afternoon."

"Becca, you don't have to rush out here-"

"-It's family, dad."

The father leaned against the wall outside of the room, watching doctors and nurses walk up and down the hall trying to help all the victims of the blast. "I know, kid. Take the plane out of LaGuardia, alright? I'll call and get it ready for you now."

"Okay." She looked up to see Steve giving her a half-hearted smile, which she returned, leaning over to squeeze his hand to reassure him she was okay. "I guess I'll see you later?"

"Be safe, baby girl."

She said her last goodbye before ending the call and letting the phone drop back to the table. Both hands were now free to rub her entire face, holding back the tears that were almost threatening to spill from behind her eyes but haven't yet. This was not the way she thought she would be going home for the holidays.

"How is he?" Steve's voice was soft, not wanting to break the thick silence around them in the apartment.

She shrugged, hands coming to off her face to cross on the table, before looking at him. "Stable. I guess that's all we know. They put him in a medical coma. Dad's been there all morning." She ran over the conversation she just had. "I'm supposed to take our plane out of LaGuardia." Tony had always kept one of the Stark Industries planes in New York for if there was ever a situation that Becca had to get back to California as soon as possible. There were only a very few times she had taken the plane, now was one of those times.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

She shook her head, giving him a soft smile of thanks. "No, you have your filming tomorrow and what not."

Steve leaned closer, eyebrows gathering together. "I'll cancel it. They can get over it. I was supposed to head out with you for Christmas in a few days anyways."

"And you'll still come in a few days, I just…" She tried to find the words that would be easy for him to understand where she was coming from and not make him feel useless. "I need to go figure out what is going on with everything. I appreciate your offer I do, but I need to do this by myself. You finish filming and when your done the plane will be back here to bring you out to Malibu. And I'll be there to pick you up."

He nodded, understanding her hesitation. "You need time to process."

"Yeah." She whispered, till trying to read his expression. "Are you mad?"

"No, of course not." This was her problem, but she was once again worrying about him. "I just want to make sure you're going to be okay."

"Thank you." She stood up, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder before going to finish her packing.

It was about an hour later when Steve was driving them into the parking lot and towards the private entrance she pointed out to him. The Stark Industries jet was sitting there waiting for them as they parked yards away from it. Becca pulled herself off the bike first, the cold air enveloping her body being away from Steve. She unsnapped the helmet from around her head and let her hair shake out behind her.

"You sure you don't want me to come with?" Steve asked again, looking over the jet before back at her.

She smiled with an eye roll. "I'll see you in a few days." He nodded, taking the helmet that Becca was handing back to him. "I'll call you when I land, so keep your phone on you for once."

"I'm trying!" He laughed, knowing she was knocking on him. If there was one thing Steve had a problem with it was his cell phone. Not using it, that he picked up quickly, it was actually remembering to bring it with him wherever he went. More times than not she was leaving him voicemails, getting pretty use to talking to his answering machine.

Not thinking any longer, Becca took a step forward and gave him a hug, even though it was a big awkward with her backpack on. Steve gave her a squeeze anyways before letting her go, not wanting to but having to. "Be careful, please."

She nodded, giving him a smile. "I'll see you before you know it."

December 22, 2012

"He's the one that calls out a terrorist to our home but I'm the crazy one! I'm the crazy one! I swear to God, he's got another thing coming!"

Becca sat on the King size bed in the main bedroom, watching Pepper walk back and forth from the closet to the bed to the dressers back to the bed and so on. The anger and annoyance on her face was one that Becca was silently holding inside as well as her two parental figures had been fighting for the past two days, but she had a feeling from the tension this wasn't something new. Especially with the new developments.

On her flight over, Becca was watching the news and reading the reports. There was nothing new, that was until a breaking news report came through the airwaves from her father. Tony had called out The Mandarin himself and going as far as giving out their Malibu home address. This put her on complete security watch as soon as the jet touched down at the Stark Industries Airspace. Bodyguards escorting her off the plane to the car and towards her childhood home. The media were waiting outside the gate wishing to get in or get some word from anyone inside.

From that moment forward Pepper, Tony, and herself have been on complete lock down. No coming in or out. The rift in the family truly becoming too big to breath in the mansion. Tony had locked himself in the garage downstairs, while Pepper and Becca were both trying to work over the phone and laptops they had. The worst part was that Becca wasn't even able to go see Happy with her own two eyes to see he was okay.

"He's rash." Becca explained, folding a shirt beside her. "He thinks with emotions before outcomes. You know this."

"I know this, doesn't mean I wish he wouldn't." Pepper called out from inside the closet. "Him wanting revenge has put all of us in a designated war zone. Now let's put this on top of the millions of other things that he has been stressing out over."

The young girl questioned the tone of her voice in the last bit. "What are you talking about?"

The strawberry blonde sighed, walking out of the close with more clothes. "Never mind, it's nothing you have to worry about."

"It certainly sounds like it's something I have to worry about." This is one of the things she hated by living across the country from her family, she missed out on the small things that each of them were going through. Especially her father, who was more likely to build a hundred more suits than actually explain his feelings. That was something she definitely took notice to as she stepped into the workshop the day before. There had been one new suit after another. Each had different modifications, and each were his own form of therapy. "I really wish you guys would stop acting like I'm still a kid who can't handle the cold world we live in. I deal with on a daily basis."

All Pepper could do was nod her head, but not actually look her in the eye. "I think New York did a number on your father. Far more than he's letting on."

Becca looked down at her lap, feeling the softness of the material of the shirt. It was Tony's Black Sabbath t-shirt that she can remember him wearing for at least 20 years at this point. Just a miniscule of what she believed made up the essence of her father. His hobbies changing significantly over the years from model cars to armored suits. She was the same, swapping in her ballet shoes for knives. It was crazy how much had changed in only a few years. And then there was Pepper, who was dealing with both of the Starks changing lives with remarkable dignity even though she truly hated watching both of them go into battle.

But the battle of New York was still rolling over all of where in the target zone. She knew Steve was still having a few nightmares here or there, but she also wasn't privy to the fact that they were either from the battle or from his past. Natasha was steadfast on moving forward to training harder. Clint was still with his family. She knew Bruce was working here and there with her father and also with SHIELD. Thor hadn't made an appearance since his exit with Loki. And Tony was clearly still not letting any of the battle go, and she had a feeling the most significant point was when he went through the wormhole.

Becca on the other hand didn't think of the battle much as what it was. More along the fact that she felt like she lost some innocence along the way. That innocence had to do with her loss of people, trust in SHIELD, and humanity in herself. It seemed as if with those pieces missing from her core, she found cynicism placed inside of herself, more for the upper class world than anyone else.

The sound of the doorbell ringing downstairs broke Becca's thoughts, a cold chill coming through her body at the idea of someone actually getting through the security system.

"Who could that be?" Pepper asked the question they were both thinking, standing still.

"Keep packing, Pepper." Becca stood up from her stop, pulling out the knife that she had started carrying around with her for a moment's notice.

She exited the bedroom, looking out the windows along the hallway to see multiple helicopters still circling their house. But now a car was pulling up the driveway, coming to a stop in the circle. She contemplated running and grabbing her gun as well but there was no time as a woman with dark brown hair got out of the car and was walking to their front door. Becca had no idea who she was and that wasn't making the situation better.

She could hear Tony talking to whoever it was, but the voice was muffled, letting her know he was in a suit. She started to slink down stairs, noticing that they were still in the foyer of mansion. Becca slipped around the almost 10-foot-tall stuffed bunny that Tony had gotten Pepper for Christmas. Her movement caught the eye of the woman while her father stood in the suit, back towards her.

"Do you guys usually greet guests with artillery?" The woman asked sarcastically, noticing the knife in the young girl's hand.

"Only for the best of the best." Becca threw back, squinting in apprehension at the woman.

This got Tony's attention, turning to see his daughter standing there in Agent mode. "What are you doing down here?"

"The doorbell rings on high alert and you're asking me why I'm being cautious of a stranger in our house." She gave him a look to ask if he was insane. "Habits die hard."

"Okay, look," the woman interrupted the Starks, "I need to be alone with you, someplace not here. It's urgent." The brown-haired woman was looking around the mansion, as if trying to find a safe place or looking for something specific.

"How convenient." Becca mumbled to herself, putting her knife away but still on guard.

"Normally I'd go for that sort of thing," Tony turned away to walk into the main room, "but now I'm in a committed relationship-" At that, two bags came dropping down from upstairs to the main floor. "With her."

"Tony, is somebody there?" Pepper called from the floor above.

"Yeah, it's Maya Hansen." He called out, exiting the suit to let it stand on its own. "Old botanist pal that I used to know, barely."

Becca watching on in suspicion as Tony pulled the woman now known as Maya to the side to have a whispered conversation with her. She stayed off the side while Pepper found her way to the main floor, making her way over to the pair.

"I'm sorry, with Happy in the hospital I didn't know we were expecting guests-" Pepper gave Maya on offhand smile.

"-we weren't-" Tony countered back.

"-and old girlfriends!"

"She's not really." Tony shook his head at Pepper.

"No, not really." Maya somewhat agreed, but there was a edge to her voice. "It was just one night."

"Yep."

Becca couldn't help the excessive eye roll that took over her face at the situation. She didn't remember the woman, then again her father never really brought any woman around when she was younger.

"That's how you did it, isn't it?" Pepper replied back to her significant other with annoyance.

"It was a great night."

"Yep. Well, you know, you saved yourself a world of pain. Trust me."

Tony looked over at her in shock. "What?"

Pepper was over this play nice situation and was ready to move on. "We're going out of town."

"Okay, we've been through this. Nope."

"Yep!"

"The man says no."

"Immediately and indefinitely!"

"Becca-"

"-We are leaving now." The daughter cut off her father, agreeing with Pepper.

"Oh, good. You've brainwashed her."

Pepper was seeing red at this point. "Your daughter has a solid head on her shoulders! We're leaving."

"Great idea. Let's go." Maya agreed and started walking towards the bags.

Tony still wasn't having it though. "I'm sorry, that's a terrible idea. Please don't touch her bags!"

"This is how normal people behave." Pepper tried to reason with him.

"I can't protect you out there!"

Becca watched as Maya finally took notice to the extremely over-sized Bunny near the steps. "Is...is that normal?"

Becca nodded, hands coming to cross against her chest. "Sadly, yes."

"Yes, this is normal!" Tony basically screamed at the woman. "It's a big bunny, relax about it!"

The younger girl shook her head, to not stare full force at the fight that was taking place at the other side of the room. Her eyes found the TV that they have been playing nonstop news on since the attack. An eyebrow raised in question as she watched the image flash to a live stream of the mansion from one of the helicopter with 'Stark Issues Threat' read underneath it. But what really caught her by surprise was something off in the distance making its way towards the home.

"Guys." She said the words still watching the television and clearly not loud enough for anyone to hear over the yelling. "Hey! Lucy and Ricky!" Becca this time got all of their attention before pointing at the TV. "We've got other problem on the line." The object was getting closer on screen, making them all turn their heads to the window where the point of direction was.

Before any of the four of them could gain full attention of what was going on the object, now known as a missile came flying through the window and taking out the fireplace. The force was so great that each person went flying off their feet into a different direction. Becca felt her body slam against the back wall, the air leaving her lungs that the impact. She sat back against the wall, the foundation literally crumbling around her as she tried to regain control of her body.

She looked around to take head count, seeing Maya knocked out knocked out in a pile of rubble and the Iron Man suit leaning over her father where he was laid out on the floor, safe from where the ceiling just crumbled down. The face plate opened, letting Becca know Pepper was safe inside of it. The Agent pulled herself finally up into a standing position, taking a few steps to see what the hell was coming for them outside. But all she could see was news helicopters. But that was when the three lowered their artillery on either side, each taking a shot at them.

"Incoming!" Becca yelled, giving them just a bit of leeway as the missiles came through like a battering ram. It took both Starks off their feet since they weren't in any protective gear, this time flying even further towards the windows away from Pepper and Maya.

"Move!" Tony screamed, picking himself up as did his daughter, from to get Pepper going. "We're right behind you!"

Becca was a step ahead of Tony though as the floor fell out from under her. She scrambled to grab a hold of any purchase from the floor now above her, but it was all crumbling in her hands as she tried. Her body once again fell to the ground, debris and what not crashing on top of her. She could hear the destruction around her but the sounds of Pepper and Tony's voice calling out to her was piercing through.

"I'm okay!" She attempted to scream back even though her body was screaming out louder in pain.

She had landed in the workshop, or what was left of it at this point. Just as Becca gained her footing to get back up, another hit happened just below her, rattling the ground and making her dodge ceiling falling on her and metal devices running into her. But there was just one explosion after another. No time for her to gain her footing before she was falling down again, and now feeling the entire mansion quickly leaning towards the rocks and ocean below.

Her eyes found the stairs in the far-right corner still standing to lead her to safer ground. She pulled her dagger back out of holder and began slamming to blade into the crumbling ground, using the cracked cement to drag her body up the slanted floor as if she was rock climbing. Becca dodged left and right at the many objects that were being moved by gravity towards her.

The sound of fire power was heard over head, but she didn't have time thinking about what was going on upstairs, knowing she needed to get out of her own situation first. That changed however as the biggest eruption yet more than just rattled her surroundings, was completely destroying everything in its wake. She turned her body just in time to see Tony in the suit fall to the floor beside her.

"Dad!" Becca yelled, officially not knowing what else to do as the mansion was toppling over into the ocean and there was nowhere else to run.

Tony looked around their surroundings as one thing after another was going up in flames. Yet he found one way that would hopefully save his daughter. "Get in the car! It's the safest way down and I can get you out from there!"

Only giving her father a nod, knowing there was nothing else to do, Becca let her body skid down to the first car she could get to, ignoring the glass that was cutting deep into her skin. She pulled her body into the front seat just in time as the wall officially dropped out and there was nothing left between the house and dropping to the water below. Becca held onto the steering wheel for dear life as she watched through the broken windshield, the drop making her stomach turn.

The last thing she was aware of was hitting the water and the coldness rushing into her lungs.

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