Hey sorry this took so long! Crazy last couple of weeks, and I will not be here for the next week because I'll be at camp, so sorry. I'm trying to do longer chapters but that does take longer. I love to hear for you guys, questions and ideas are welcome so review, review, review!

Time seemed to pass so quickly, Tony shot up like a weed and at twelve years old he was almost as tall as me, not that I'm all that tall at 5'2. Ever since he hit his first growth spurt we played the nose-to-nose game, he would stand in-front of me and see where his nose came to; now we were almost nose to nose but not quite, more like nose-to-chin. It seemed like almost yesterday he only came to my waist. Also as time passed it became obvious that my theory about not aging was correct, I still looked exactly as I did the day I found myself in front of Stark Mansion. I didn't really know what to think about it, I mean there has to be a reason but the only thing that I can think of is that damm bracelet. It was getting harder to keep Tony from noticing my lack of aging, the kid was so darn observant.

It was a nasty rainy October Saturday and Tony and I had been forbidden from going outside to play in the rain, because the last time both of us got sick. Maria had been furious at us both, at Tony for talking me into it and me for giving in so easily; so I didn't plan on letting it happen again. Funnily enough after Maria found out I had no family to my name, she started treating me less like an employee and more like a member of the family. It was really nice, she was completely different from my own mother, but it seemed to fill the hole just a little bit more. It did give the other servants another reason to dislike me (they hate me cause they all think I'm a brown-noser) but I really didn't care. But anyways, I had talked Tony into going up to the attic to poke around while it was raining outside.

"Aww Lisey, this'll be boring, I bet there's not even anything up there."

"Have you ever been up there?" His face answered for him, "Thought not, besides we might find something cool up there." I was kinda hoping to find some old photo albums of Tony's parents, anything really to get Tony look at his dad in a better light.

"Whatever, I don't want to be up there too long though I told Heather I would call her today." That was another thing, Tony had recently become much more interested in girls. He would meet them when we out roller skating or to the arcade, or something like that. And the girls weren't shy, Tony was a pretty cute kid and as much as Tony would hate to hear it, he was a lot like his dad, very charismatic, personable and a huge flirt. It was strange, I felt so protective of him and yet at the same time I felt glad he was becoming his own person. But I also felt a bit sad, because watching Tony grow up made me realize that he wouldn't need me forever.

"Yes I'm sure she is waiting by the phone, now come on." He just rolled his eyes at me as he opened the attic door. As the door slowly creaked forward both of our jaws dropped. The amount of stuff was overwhelming, it reminded me of Howard's office; organized chaos. All the boxes and trunks were labeled, but there was no rhyme or reason to the categorization of anything. I turned to Tony only to find that he wasn't there, but already in the middle of the attic digging through a box. We spent several hours up there (Heather long forgotten) looking through box after box. Tony found tons of schematics and blueprints his dad had abandoned and I found some of Maria's old dresses and a couple of hats, so of course I has to play dress-up. I made Tony try on some of his dad's old jackets and a hat or two, they were comically big.

"Haha, Lisey you look so funny!"

"So do you bucko, hey watch out!" Tony was laughing so hard he didn't see the box behind him and fell behind the antique mirror we had been looking at ourselves in. "Tony are you okay?!"

"Yeah I'm fine I landed on this box of-actually this one's not labeled, strange. I wonder what's in it."

"Well there's only one way to find out." The box was filled with pictures and photo albums, and it looked like they were pretty old.

"Look Tony, that's Captain America!" Turns out it was all of Howard's keepsakes from the war and there were several pictures of the Star-spangled Man with a Plan. Well hello there Captain, it is really a shame you're currently frozen in ice because you are adorable! Wow, I've been reduced to silently flirting with a picture, that's just sad. I need to get out, maybe I'll give whatshisname a call, go on a date.

"Huh that's funny, she looks just like you." While had been spacing out over one Steve Rodgers, Tony had dumped out the box, deciding that was a quicker way of going through the contents. The picture he was looking at was a group shot of several people. It looked like all the Howling Commandos were there, with Steve, Bucky, Peggy, Howard and myself in the middle. Wait, what! That's not possible, this picture had to have been taken at least forty years ago. Don't panic Anna, don't panic. "Look there's something written on the back." I shakily flipped it over and to my surprise the back was covered with signatures. I scanned it quickly for the one name I didn't want to see, my own; but right in between Steve and Howard was, without a doubt my signature. This has to be against some law of physics or time or something… Howard! Now I understand, at least I think I do. I look exactly the same now as I do in that picture, no wonder he was so freaked out, I must have been friends with him. So at some point I end up going back in time, wonderful. Oh god how am I going to explain this to Tony?

"Heh yeah that is weird, must be one of those strange coincidences." I don't think I sounded very convincing, because the look Tony gave me said 'Whatever you say' but he didn't comment. At least not until he found several more pictures with 'me' in in it.

"Yeah, a very strange coincidence." Oh no Tony had his thinking face on, that was never good. I don't really think he would come to the conclusion of inter dimensional time-travel, but still this was a not good situation. I need to get him away from these pictures.

"Hey Tony, I was wondering if you could fix my guitar amp, I think it blew a fuse or something. I know it's kinda out of the blue and it might be hard but…" Tony could never resist a challenge, besides I really did bust my amp.

"Nothing's too hard for me, you should know that by now. C'mon Lisey!" Tony jumped up, pictures forgotten, and started pulling me out the door.

"Hey slow down there T, I've got, err something to talk to your dad about." I told him where in my room it was and then he was gone, that should keep him busy for a while (hopefully), to have a little chat with Mr. Howard Stark.

Fortunately, Saturdays were an in-office day for Howard, so after grabbing a couple of the pictures I made for his office. After knocking and getting no response, I slowly opened the door and poked my head in.

"Come in Anna, there's no need to hide." To his credit he had really loosened up around me, he was much more…not weird.

"Sorry Mr. Stark, I just need a moment of your time." Wow look at me being all polite.

"Please call me Howard, you've been here eight years, practically a member of the family, no need for formalities. What can I do for you?"

"Well I was hoping you could explain a couple things for me." I handed him the pictures, the one with the autographs and a couple others. "Tony and I were in the attic and we came across these pictures. I think you would understand why I'd be confused, they have to be forty years old." He sighed and put his head in his hands.

"You told me not to tell you anything." Now I'm confused. I don't talk to Howard all that much, so when would I tell him not to talk to me.

"I don't understand, I never told you that." He groaned and put his head on his desk.

"I need a drink, pass me the brandy would you?" This time I sighed, it was no secret that he had a drinking problem, but I did as he asked. He downed it one gulp, poor Howard.

"I nev-"

"No you haven't."

"What? I'm not following."

"You, this you, has not been t- has not told me that yet. But the you that I met told me not to tell you anything, that you had to figure it out for yourself."

"So let me get this straight. At some point Future-me goes to the past, meets you and tells you not to tell Past-me anything that could affect the future." Why would I do that, I am such a turd! Wow never thought I'd say that. He gave me a sad smile.

"In so many words, yes. I'm sorry I can't tell you anything Anna. But you did say you would explain everything the first time we met." If I was prone to drinking… So I told him everything, and I mean everything. From my crazy boss giving me this stupid bracelet to me being from an alternate universe. He just stared at me gob smacked for a minute. Finally he responded.

"That is a lot to take in, but you have never lied to me before so I don't know why I shouldn't believe you now." He then proceeded to ask me all kinds of questions about 'my world'. He wanted to know about all the similarities and differences, it went on for several hours, but it grew tiring quite quickly. I have to get out of here before my brain explodes or I have a nervous breakdown.

"Mr. St- Howard, I'm glad we had this talk, it's been interesting to say the least. I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone what I've told you, especially Tony he wouldn't under-oh my gosh Tony! He must be wondering where I am."

"It's fine Anna you can go. And I would never tell anyone, it's between you and me." The look in his eye was very sincere, I could tell.

"I believe you. Umm I'll just be going now." He nodded and started messing with some papers on his desk as if to give me a chance to leave. Right before I slipped out the door he looked up.

"Anna, if you ever need to talk…" I smiled at him.

"Thanks Howard.

After I left his office I headed for Tony's room to see if he was still busy fixing my amp. I cracked the door open and peaked inside to see Tony pacing back and forth in front of his desk fiddling with some wires in his hands. Aww he was worried about me.

"Something bothering you T?" He must not have heard me open the door because he jumped in surprise, spun around and ran over and hugged me.

"Lisey! What took so long? Are you in trouble? You're not leaving are you?" He had such a frantic look on his face it was almost comical.

"Whoa there, slow down! I'm not going anywhere and I'm not in trouble, although you might be. What did you do to my amp?" The item in question was unrecognizable, with the top torn off and various wires and metal bits coming out of it.

"I was worr-got distracted…so I guess I kinda forgot I was supposed to be fixing it. If you hadn't taken so long this wouldn't have happened." Sure leave it to Tony to find a way to blame it on me. "Why did you take so long if you're not in trouble?" Oh boy umm…

"Well I was trying to help your dad with finding an anniversary gift for your mom and I guess we lost track of time." It was a semi-plausible excuse, their anniversary was next month, hopefully he'd buy it. He gave me a skeptical look before replying.

"If you say so. Anyways, about your amp, I'll just build you a new one." He then proceeded to go on about different specifications and what not, so I went over my conversation with Howard again. It just didn't make any sense (actually pretty much anything makes sense for me); I guess I just don't like the idea of leaving Tony. I just won't think about it…yeah. So I didn't and time marched on.

I had been at Stark Mansion for ten years. I had mostly forgotten about that day in the attic; not completely though, it was still there in the back of my mind, but I just ignored it. At fourteen Tony was taller than me by several inches and he had a huge attitude to match; he was always arguing with me about something. He was in that rebellious stage and never did anything I told him to, breaking his 11:00 curfew was his most consistent offence. Don't get me wrong I love Tony like my own brother but lately, he's really been a brat.

It was a Friday night and Tony was out with some girl (Jessica, Jenny, I don't remember) at the drive-in and he should have been back three hours ago. I dropped them off and they supposedly had a ride back. He does this all the time and then gives me the puppy dog eyes and I let him get away with it! Not this time, I'm gonna…I don't know what I'm gonna do, but that kid is in so much trouble!

Another hour passed before I heard a car pull up the drive. He is so dead. I was sitting in the entry way waiting for him because I knew he would try to sneak in. Minutes later the door creaked open and Tony slipped in the dark house. Huh, thought he was in the clear did he? I flipped on the lamp as he was about to pass where I was sitting.

"Where the hell have you been Tony!?" He almost fell down with how fast he turned around. The look on his face was priceless, total shock.

"AHH! Lisey, w-what are doing up? I didn't think yo-"

"That's right you didn't think! What's gotten into you lately Tony? Staying out past curfew, fighting with your dad, with me." The shock quickly turned into irritation.

"Why does it matter? I can do what I want, so buzz off." This boy…

"Why? It matters because I'm responsible for you. And you can't just 'do what you want', you have a curfew and other rules to follow. Where were you anyway, the move ended hours ago." He scowled at me.

"After the movie we wen-"

Who is 'we'?" He was beginning to look angry with me.

"Me, Jenny and some people we met at the drive-in. So, we went to the roller rink."

"Wouldn't that be clo-"

"We picked the lock to get in. Don't worry I left some money." He added the last part on seeing my scandalized expression.

"My God Tony, not only were you out late, you were breaking and entering! What were you thinking?! Is this about the fight you had with your dad the other day?" Last week Tony and Howard had a huge fight about how Tony isn't working hard enough in his schoolwork; it was ugly, insults flying every which way. "I know your relationship whit your dad is difficult but he's family." I think I may have hit a soft spot, seeing as Tony looks absolutely livid.

"Shut up Anna!" I gasped, I could count on one hand the times Tony called me Anna, he must be really mad. "What do know about family, you don't have one!" I felt like the breath got knocked out of me, I know he's mad but…I can't believe he said that.

"Tony I-" I was barely whispering, while his voice had risen to almost shouting.

"No you just don't get it do you? I'm tired of you telling me what to do all the time, I don't need you anymore." It was as if he dealt me a physical blow; I didn't know what to say. I sighed.

"Go to bed Tony. I'll see you tomorrow. " Looking in his eyes I could see a hint of regret, but he didn't take it back or apologize.

"Yeah, see you in the morning." I stayed there after he left, trying not to cry, when suddenly my wrist began to burn. It was not as intense as the last time but still painful; I had almost forgotten about that damm bracelet. I don't want to leave, but what choice do I have; I know I have to leave some kind of note for Tony. The bracelet was getting hotter by the minute, so I had to hurry. I grabbed some paper and wrote Tony a letter and slipped a little note for Howard under his office door for good measure. The light of the bracelet was getting brighter so I ran outside to our treehouse so no one would see, I could hide the letter there too. Sitting in the disused playroom I stared to cry, thinking about how I was leaving Tony. He's still my brother even if he doesn't need me anymore. It got brighter and brighter and the playroom started to fade away, until everything was white.

I had searched the entire house for her, it was like she has disappeared. So as a last resort, I was standing in front of my dad's office doors. I walked in without knocking, I thought it would mess with him, but he looked preoccupied.

"Tony what is it?" Good morning to you too dad.

"I need to know where Lisey is, I can't find her. Have you seen her?" He looked up from his desk and he almost looked sad, if he were capable of that.

"Anna is gone."

"What do you mean gone, she can't be gone." If this is a joke it isn't funny.

"She left, I don't think she'll be back." She couldn't have left because of what I said, could she?

"What did she say?"

"She just left a note explaining that she was leaving. I believe she left a note somewhere for you as well."

"Okay…thanks." I left and headed toward my room. None of this makes sense; all of her stuff is still here and she would never leave without her guitar. She wouldn't leave without saying goodbye would she? Maybe she hates me because of what I said last night. No she wouldn't, not my Lisey; she promised she would never leave. And you can't break a pinky promise. She'll come back, she has to.