The Forgotten Child
By: Broken Elfling
Key: "talking" "Talking in Snow's head." &thoughts& "Different Language."
Warnings: This will be graphic. Will have elements from different stories but won't end up a crossover. Contains abuse. You've been warned.
"I will call." Amber nodded. Snow smiled and kissed her forehead before she popped back home.
Snow groaned as she ended up in her room in the tower. She was exhausted. Normally, she had much more stamina than what she did today, but with her still healing from being hurt she wasn't up to par.
"Hey Heimdall, what do you think would be the Asgardians reactions if I employed their services once more?" Snow wondered, flopping onto her bed and looking up at the ceiling. Snow lost her smile as she realized that she was no longer on Asgard, and could not simply pop over to Heimdall and spend an hour or twelve talking to him. She missed him, even though she could talk to him all the time, and she had only just left Asgard.
"Snowdrop, for what you have planned the Asgardians would be more than willing to help. It took so little time for the others that they would gladly do so again. You cannot save everyone, little Snowdrop." Heimdall reminded her.
"I can try though. There is nothing wrong with trying." Snow shrugged. "Now I need some help. How should I go about helping the children of the world? We never did come up with a true plan for what would happen when I arrived back in the real world. Should I reveal myself to the world, saying that I am there to save children from abuse that they suffer? Or should I simply take the children from their homes, erase them from the lives of their parents, and give them to Xavier to heal? I would do what I did today, but Xavier told me that that would be the one and only time that he would do that." Snow asked, yawning.
"As I am unable to tell you who is in need of help until they call out, I believe that the second option is better. If you proclaim your intentions for all of the world to hear, the abusers may take steps to ensure that their victims are unable to call out for help. It would also lead to your different governments attempting to find you so that they may take credit for the work that you do." Heimdall pointed out. Snow hummed, mulling over what he said.
"Governments trying to take credit for what I do is definitely something that they would do. If I affiliated myself with any government, I would be excluding and making enemies of other governments around the world. That would be detrimental to what I am trying to do, as they might try and ban me from their countries and that is definitely something that I don't want." Snow mused.
"If you simply take the children out of their homes and erase them from the memories of their abusive families, and erase them from the memories of any person they made have had contact with, they will never have to return to their families when they do not wish too." Heimdall explained.
"That's right." Snow sighed, rolling onto her side and pulling a pillow under her head. "I can have Jarvis erase them the internet, there will be no digital proof that they ever existed. I can then use an Asgardian spell to block the memories of the children from those that wish them harm. The spell will also suppress the memories of the ones who actually care for them, so that the kids will know that their loved ones are happy and will wait for them to return." Snow proposed.
"The spell is easy enough for you to cast. It is also a simple enough to break the casting, the child who bares the spell merely has to truly want the other person to remember, and say to the person "Remember." and they shall." Heimdall agreed. Snow grabbed another pillow to hug, squirming until she was encased in blankets.
"That's why I was thinking that spell would be good. It is an easy spell, and one that children of almost any age could grasp the concept of. But where will I put non-mutant children? I don't want to put them in the buildings that were just built, as that could take away from the mutant children who wouldn't any other place to go and need to learn about themselves." Snow asked.
"What if you spoke to your father? He is a wealthy man, he may be open to the idea of starting his own charity for the abused children of the world." Heimdall suggested.
"Even if he is open to doing that, where am I going to find the staff to work there? I have a large criteria for who I want to work there, and I'm worried if I will be able to find enough people that I will need if there ends up being many children there." Snow groaned into the pillow. "So much work to do with so little time to do it in."
"Talk to your father, and see what he says. If that does not work, a new plan will have to be worked out. If it does work, find the people who match your needs and see if you can hire them. Many Asgardians will wish to help their Little Lady Snow with her self-appointed task of saving the children. The Asgardians will be very happy to lend you the extra people that you need to fill any gaps that you may need. I know that some would wish to stay even after you have found all of the staff that you need." Heimdall said. Snow stifled a giggle.
"Odin would love the chance to better his reputation further. Even if something happened that put him at odds with Midgard, he wouldn't want to stop his support. Not ending his support would give him a leg up, as he didn't turn his back on previously established contracts, more so as it supports abused children." Snow said.
"Have you had a vision of this coming to pass?" Heimdall asked her urgently.
"No, but I can feel something is going to happen. I think that it's because I have been involved, something happens because I have changed the timeline. I think that it is another fall out from I saving Loki from falling off the bridge." Snow confessed.
"Whatever may come is not your fault my dear Snowdrop." Heimdall told her seriously. "Sleep my dear, get the rest that you need."
"Goodnight Heimdall." Snow told him before drifting off to sleep.
Snow yawned as she woke up. She wriggled out from under her nest of blankets, only to fall off her bed and land on her head. Making a face, Snow heaved a sigh and finished rolling off of the bed.
"As graceful of as always, Miss Snow." Jarvis said, making her smile and laugh.
"Oh hush. It's not my fault that the blankets wanted to keep me." Snow stuck her tongue out at the ceiling like the mature teenager that she was.
"I am certain that is the case Miss Snow." Jarvis agreed.
"Hey, Jarvis, is Tony home yet?" Snow asked, rooting through her room wearable clothes.
"Yes Miss Snow. He is in the kitchen. He has just returned from his trip to Monaco." Jarvis told her.
"Thanks love. Oh, can you change "Snow's" height to 5'5" please? I can change my entire appearance now and that way I can keep my identity more of a secret. "Snow" will still have white hair, and wings but she will be taller than "Harley" is. I might get noticed for having wings and being the same height as "Snow" so I want to make it harder for people to put the facts together, especially if the only difference is the colour of my hair and wings. Also, can you please add her last name to Hlífa. It's an Old Norse word for protection. It means to cover, shield, shelter, and protection." Snow requested gently, ripping long holes for her wings in a shirt. Concentrating, Snow 'shrunk' until she was at the weight that she had been at before Asgard. She would still have all of the reflexes and strength that she had, she just looked as she did before.
"It is done Miss Snow." Jarvis responded. "I am happy to see that you have grown to your proper weight, Miss Snow. I am proud of what you have accomplished, and what you will no doubt accomplish in the years to come."
"You are my favourite Dad, Jarvis." Snow smiled, losing her accent with some concentration on her part. Her eyes were almost tearing up, before she put on her tights and went to find Tony. Pressing her wings close to her back, Snow squared her shoulders before sighing and slumping against a wall with her wings hidden.
"So, when were you going to tell me you were dying?" Snow said softly, barely loud enough for him to hear her. Tony froze as he was pulling out something from the bottom of the fridge. He slowly straighten, before turning to look at her. Snow kept her face soft, looking at him with kind eyes.
"How did you find out?" he asked in an undertone, not bothering to pretend as though he didn't know what she was talking about. The house around them had gone almost eerily quiet - as if the world knew how serious the matter was that they were talking about.
"I am your daughter. I know how to do anything I want with regards to technology, it turns out that your skill with electronics was passed onto me." Snow said softly. Tony heaved a sigh and hung his head.
"I didn't want you to find out like this Harley." Tony said, his voice filled with remorse.
"It's okay Tony." Snow said. Tony looked at her, frowning a little.
"Why are you hiding? I'm not contagious." he joked weakly. Snow heaved a sigh before pushing away from the wall and walking towards him.
"I know you're not contagious." Snow smiled slightly, pulling her wings in front of herself to wrap around her, looking at Tony with big blue eyes. They both stopped in their tracks, an arm's length away from each other.
"You're a mutant." he said blankly.
"I am." Snow agreed, looking resigned.
"Is this why you left for a week?" he asked, gesturing at her black wings. Snow nodded, ready to flee to her room or out a window at a seconds notice. (She knew that she could simply 'pop' away, but Tony didn't seem drunk and she wanted to keep most of her powers a secret)
"Why do you look so scared? I've never seen you afraid before - according to Happy, you weren't even frightened when you were pinned in the car crash and were dying." Tony said, still an arm's length away.
"I am worried that I am going to be kicked out. You have never made your views of mutants known, and I do not know you well enough to guess what is going to happen next." Snow said slowly. Tony looked away quickly, but not before Snow saw a flash out pain on his face.
"I wouldn't kick you out Harley. You are my daughter. I would rather be captured and in Afghanistan, with no way home, then to not have my own daughter be welcome in her own house. I am sorry that I have ever made you feel unwelcome in your own home." Tony muttered, his voice wavering on the last sentence. Snow reached out with a steady hand and placed it on his arm.
"You have never made me feel unwelcome. You offered your home to a ten-year-old girl who didn't know how to be a child. I was the one who had trust issues. I didn't know what you wanted from me. Everyone always wants something from me. But then you appeared in my life after I escaped captivity, and you only wanted me to be happy. I should have been happy, I should have rejoiced, I had someone who loved me! That was all I ever wanted. But I am too damaged to think that someone would love me for me." Snow told him gently.
"You are not damaged. You never have been damaged. You never will be damaged again, or I will us the Ironman Armour and destroy anyone who tries to hurt you." Tony told her, looking at her.
"How about we start over? Rebuild our relationship to what we would be to like it to be?" Snow asked him.
"I'd like that, Harley." Tony smiled. He lost his smiled and his shoulders hunched. "I am afraid that I do not have enough time left to rebuild our relationship to what we would like it to be. I am going to die."
"Not if I have anything to do about it." Snow argued hotly, crossing her arms and huffing. Tony chuckled at her expression, amused by her actions. It was the first time he had seen her as anything other than calm, quiet, and kind.
"Who were you with the past week? Please tell me that you were not alone." Tony asked.
"I spent the week with a woman called Snow, or Guardian Angel. She has wings much like what mine are. She helped me through the transformation." Snow smiled at him, posture and tone softening once more.
"Guardian Angel?" Tony questioned. They both gravitated back towards the kitchen, where Tony grabbed a container of blueberries out of the fridge.
"She just started working as a super heroine. She had been held by a group of people who were torturing her, trying to replicate the powers that she has." Snow explained, hoping up and onto one of the high bar stools that were around their kitchen island.
"Who is she trying to protect and save?" Tony was curious. He sat across from her at the island.
"She has the power to see the future. Using that power, she is trying to save any and all children who are abused. Depending on who they are, what they are, and how bad the abuse is, will depend on where she places the children. She has made contact with Xavier's school of gifted youngsters, and he has agreed to take on any Mutant children that are in need of housing. I donated the money that I got as allowance growing up – I never spent any of it as I didn't know until now that it was there – to the organization. They will not have to worry about money for quite a while. But now, I realize that she will need housing for the non-mutant children that will need more attention than what the foster systems of their countries can give to them. " Snow sighed, grabbing an orange and starting to peel it.
"What kind of housing does this woman need?" Tony asked, and Snow heard the suspicion in his voice. She smothered her amusement, know that he was wondering if "Snow" could be trusted.
"Snow has the idea to buy some of the land around Xavier's school and use it for non-mutant children. She knows people who can build her massive buildings in very short amounts of time. Once she has housing for the children, she plans on finding either schools that the children can attend, or she plans on building a school for all of the children to attend. Snow would rather not do that for all of the children's stay in her orphanage, because that wouldn't teach the children how to function in real life. Snow would like to have a small school for the children to attend while they are recuperating, but once the children are well enough, to be able to send the children into a real school." Snow had a flash of inspiration as she was talking to Tony.
"Do you trust this woman, Harley? I understand that she has helped you, but do you trust her." Tony looked at her seriously.
"Yes, I would trust her with my life. We were held together, along with another boy who was fourteen years old, when I was ten. Just before you found me and took me in. I and the boy managed to escape, but she didn't join us for a while. She was held there for a while longer, but she has now recovered and is trying to help other again now." Snow explained. "She doesn't want others to go through what she did."
"She sounds like a strong woman. I'll help her. Tell me exactly what she needs to set everything up, when she needs it set up by, and where this is all going." Tony nodded, looking at her. "Jarvis, please take notes on what is said."
"Of course Sir." Jarvis answered. Snow blinked.
"That went much more smoothly than what I could have ever dreamed. Must be because he thinks he's going to die." Snow shrugged mentally before thinking about what she would need.
"Well, she will need to buy some of the land on one side of Xavier's lot. His property is about 96.11 km2 in total. He has one mansion on it, and two massive dormitories in front and off to each side of the main house. She'd like to buy up at least a bit of land around Xavier's lot, enough for the children to have room to grow. Enough that would allow her to start off with a small number of children, and then she could expand the amount of children that she has to what she could have." Snow said.
"She would also need a fund set up so that she could pay the people who would work there. She doesn't need any money for building the school, dormitories, or furnishing the buildings, just to hire people to work there. She will also need to buy several buses, so that the children are able to bus back and forth from schools and Xavier's place. Snow wants to be able to have all of the children open to Mutants and non-mutants. It will decrease the amount of anger that they hold towards each other, teach them that everyone is the same in the end. She is hoping that, after a while, it will teach acceptance to those that she has in her home." She told Tony what she had been thinking so far about.
"It is a good plan. She's really thinking things through. Does she have any accounts set up that I can donate into?" Tony asked, popping a blueberry into his mouth.
"Not yet. She has quite literally just started to help others. I was the first one she helped, mainly because I had no idea what was going on and I knew that she could help. She has also saved three young mutant children who were in need of her help." Snow shrugged. She felt odd for talking about herself in third person. She had to constantly watch what she was saying, and she hoped that she hadn't accidentally slipped back into first person.
"Would she let you open an account in her name? If you do, I will have it set up that you are my proxy. You will be able to decide how much money gets donated to the charity. You will be able to pick how much money they will need to be up and running. I will leave it open, so that you can take as much as you will need as you need it." Tony wondered. Snow gaped for a moment before composing herself.
"Snow would diffidently let me make an account in her name. I do not know her last name though." Snow said, pretending as though she didn't know all that much. Actually, Snow just wanted to see just what Jarvis had whipped up for her alternative self.
"Jarvis, can you pull up any information on the woman called Guardian Angel, better known as Snow." Tony called, pulling out his phone to read the information that Jarvis pulled up.
"Of course Sir." Jarvis said. Snow got up and moved over to Tony's side, peering at his phone to look at the profile.
"Full name, Snow Iris Hlífa, known also as Guardian angel. Twenty two years old, waist length white hair, pale skin, with sky blue eyes. She is 5'5" tall with fourteen foot wing span, which are white. She has been held in captivity for seven years, and has recently escaped. She has the power of flight and mental capabilities. She also has undocumented abilities, quite a few of them if this report is anything to go by. Unknown origins, not affiliated with any government from around the world. Her last name though, speaks of some sort of Norse background." Tony mused, scanning through the information quickly.
"Jarvis, please set up an American account. Miss Hlífa can make any changes that she wishes to the account, such as switching the account into a different currency as she so needs." Tony said. "Jarvis, please buy the land that is needed. How many people will be on the land that we will be buying?"
"There will be few people that will have to move, but I have contacted Professor Xavier and he has agreed to allow Miss Hlífa use of his property if she needs to. He has stated that he would like to speak to her again at her earliest convenience about the subject matter. He has asked me pass the message onto Miss Stark, as he has no way of contacting Miss Hlífa." Jarvis answered.
"Jarvis, can you please hold off on buying any land until I can get a hold of Snow and she speaks to the professor?" Snow asked him sweetly.
"Of course Miss Stark." Jarvis responded. Snow smiled at the ceiling before turning back to Tony.
"Thank you Tony. For all that you are doing for her." Snow said softly. Tony stared at his phone for a moment, lost in thought, before he looked up to her.
"I may be dying, but I can still make a difference. I'm going to start publicly stating what I think about Mutants. It will give them a more political clout then what they may have right now. I may not have any actual political clout but the Stark name still does hold sway over many people. I do have a voice in the political world." Tony was determined.
"You have more of a voice in the political world then what you could ever realize. I doubt that many people in America would not listen to you. You own one of the largest companies the world has ever had. You are also Iron Man now, and that carries a lot of weight in the world. You are risking your own life to protect people, and soon enough the world will recognize that." Snow told him.
"I won't be around for long to help you though." Tony warned.
"You will be if I have anything to say about it. I will help you, and I'm sure that Miss Potts would help you become more politically active." Snow said.
"Miss Potts and I are not on speaking terms at the moment. Not after how she treated you." Tony informed her.
"Oh. I'm sorry Tony." Snow said.
"It's not your fault Harley. I didn't know what kind of person she was, or else she never would have been around you." Tony told her.
"I'm sure that many people would be happy to help you if you go into politics. I will help you too. After all, having a mutant daughter who you adopted before knowing if she was truly your kin or not will put the public in your favour. I can also help you sway them, as I know more about politics then what I probably should." Snow smiled brightly, thinking about all of the law books that she had read while in Asgard. It turned out that the library was self-updating, and that had allowed Snow to read up on all of the laws that were active in Midgard.
"Did you take a law class while you were at University?" Tony smiled.
"Something like that. May I use your lab Tony?" Snow asked out of the blue.
"Of course. For what?" Tony was curious.
"So that I can use those resources to find a cure for you. You are not dying. Not on my watch, and not if I have anything to do with it." Snow said, popping the last of her orange into her mouth.
"We would be better off going back to the house in Malibu then, as that is where most of my technology is kept. This tower hasn't had all of the upgrades installed yet." Tony said. Snow nodded.
"I always loved the view." Snow sighed.
"Can I meet you there? I have to talk to Snow, but I will be along shortly. I may even beat you there." Snow said.
"Take all the time you need. I'm going to call and make a press conference for when I arrive there. Once I am back in Malibu, I am going to make the most of the time I have and work towards helping you with your goals for Mutant kind." Tony told her.
"Thank you, Tony." Snow nodded with a soft smile.
Hours later, Snow flapped her wings as she landed in her room through her window. As she landed, Jarvis closed her window while she flopped onto her bed.
"Are you alright Miss Snow?" Jarvis was concerned.
"I'm fine love. Just tired. Tony here?" Snow asked.
"He is about to depart for the press conference. He will be addressing views that people have about Mutants." Jarvis told her.
"Do you think he will need me or do you think I would be able to stay here and try to figure out how to save him?" Snow wondered, looking at the ceiling. Jarvis was silent for several long moments before he spoke.
"Mr. Stark has indicated that he will call if he needs anything from you, that you should remain here." Jarvis said.
"Alright. I'll get started in a moment." Snow heaved herself up and stumbled from her bed.
"Are you certain that you are alright?" Jarvis asked.
"I just did a lot in the past seven hours. Oh yes, you do not have to buy up any land. Xavier and I talked it over. We agreed that the best way to eliminate and decrease the amount of anger that mutants feel towards humans and humans feel towards mutants is to have them interacting. I have been building several large buildings and a few small schools. I contacted the Asgardians and they build eight more of the big dormitories, as well as three small schools. Two of the dormitories are now for families that might wish to move in. It is not always that both parents are abusive, sometimes it might only be the Mother or the Father. Those two dormitories are more set up in apartment style, with four bedrooms, a kitchen, a dinning room, living room, and storage room in each. It will allow families to stay together. Any parents that move in are expected to follow the same rules as the teachers and helpers. If they can't, they won't be staying longer then what it takes for them to get better. The teachers for the schools and the helpers will be living in the mansion, until they can come to an agreement about where they would like to live. They have to decide between individual houses scattered among the the dormitories, or apartment buildings." Snow rattled off as she made her way down to the lab.
"While the buildings were being made, I went and saved four more children and a family of three. That family was the reason why I got them to make apartments too. It turned out that it was the mother who was the abuser, and the father was the one who was trying to protect the children and himself. The mother threatened to kill the children if the father ever left. Turned that the mom got pregnant early on in the relationship, and when the father wanted to leave because she was abusive, she threatened to abort the baby. The dad, his son and his mutant daughter now all live in the building. The father, who happens to be a teacher, agreed to work for Xavier in exchange for them living there." Snow explained and walked into the lab. Walking over, Snow plonked herself down on a chair and opened the computer.
"Is there anything that you would like me to take care of Miss Snow? I would also like to inform you that the bank account has been set up." Jarvis said.
"Thank you Jarvis! You are the best. Could you please start looking for people who Xavier can interview and hire? We have a criteria though, if you don't mind. Since I am working to keep Tony alive, saving abused children, and trying to help Dr. Banner, he has agreed to take some of my work load off of me and interview people for the positions." Snow babbled as she started reading about information that Jarvis had collected for her about Palladium poisoning.
"Of course Miss Snow." Jarvis sounded offended that she though that he couldn't do something, making Snow bite back a smile.
"The criteria that we have for the teachers is that they have to be kind, understanding, caring, empathetic, and patient and they have to have a wide experience with many different subjects. We need at least twenty to forty people. We will only need that many people because the students will not always be attending those schools. We might need more people eventually, depending on how receptive the general population is about mutants. If they are attacked and ridiculed, we will have to keep them safe in their little city. We also need many, many counselors to be employed. We will have many children who will need emotional and mental care, and employing counselors will be the greatest thing we could do for them. The counselors have the same criteria as the teachers. All of the people who could be hired have to be accepting of mutants and humans." Snow told him. "Oh, and it doesn't matter what language they speak, the Asgardians have agreed to enchant bracelets to allow people to understand languages as though spoken in that persons native language. It, too, is a simple spell that requires very, very little effort."
"I shall get to work on that right away Miss Snow." Jarvis said.
The pair worked in companionable silence for a long while, occasionally asking the other a question about what they were researching. Snow asked herself more questions then Jarvis and he could, as a result of raising her, tell who she was referring to when she random spoke. Snow suddenly pushed herself away from the desk and spun to face the room.
"Everything is going so fast Jarvis. Right? Or is it just me?" Snow asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I went from being a skinnier than skinny sixteen-year-old girl who had never held a conversation with her father, had no mother, no friends, and nothing in the moment to look forward to. Now, I am superhero! I go around the world saving children! I have a charity set up in my name, I have friends who understand me, I have control over my powers, my father wants to build a relationship with me, I have a mother, I have a best friend who cares for me. I went to having no responsibility to having a great amount of it. Everything is changing. So much is going on. Do you think that I am going to screw it all up? Is everything going to fast?" Snow asked.
"Everything moves faster to those who are in the direct path of the storm. Much has changed in a short amount of time, this is true. A great amount of information has switched hands. But I do not believe that you are going to mess it up, to use your words. You have a strong mind that will not lead you astray, and many people who will ensure that you will have what you need." Jarvis said sagely.
"Thanks Jarvis. Is Tony home yet?" Snow asked with a smile, thinking on what he had said.
"He has just returned Miss Snow." Jarvis informed her.
"Thank you." Snow got up from her chair and padded up the stairs to find him on silent feet, needle in hand. She paused near a section of wall, or rather a what appeared to be a wall. There was a section that seemed to be ajar. Lifting a hand, Snow pressed on a section of the wall and pushed, seeing if it would open. When it didn't budge, Snow tried a different section. After trying several different spots, Snow finally got the door open.
Carefully, Snow slowly opened the door, not sure what she would find. Inside was dark, and Snow's nose could smell the staleness in the air. Obviously, the room had not been used in a long time. Creeping further into the room, Snow let the door fall shut.
"Jarvis? Can you turn on the lights?" Snow asked softly. Lights spluttered for a moment before the lit up, adding to her theory that the room hadn't been used in a while.
"What is this place?" Snow breathed, eyes as wide as saucers. Along one of the walls were weapons of all kinds. There were throwing knives, daggers, guns of all kinds and size, and even a few grenades. Along another wall was a slew of work out equipment, all different types and all different weight. The third wall had papers on them, connected together with string. On the floor of the room, there were larger workout machines, left over knives, and a few weights scattered on the ground. There were also a few punching bags hanging from the ceiling. Snow also noticed that much of the oldest parts of the room had been scaled down for how tall a small child might be, and that the newer additions were at a higher height.
"This is your original training room Miss Snow. You built it when you moved in." Jarvis responded. Snow froze as she was taking a step to enter the hidden room.
"What do you mean? I do not remember that. I don't remember that at all." Snow whispered, shocked.
"You have not seemed to remember most of what you did before you were in the car accident, Miss Snow." Jarvis said, as gently as an artificial intelligence could.
"So I did lose memories. I thought that it was odd that I had large spots in my memories that are blank." Snow mused, still staring at the room. "But I only have them starting just after Tony saved me, and only until the car crash. I can remember everything before and after, and I do remember some things from that time period, but not all."
"I do not know why certain memories would be erased." Jarvis said carefully.
"But you have a theory?" Snow wondered, eyeing the wall that was covered in paper. She was to far away to be able to tell what was written on it, but she didn't go any closer to look at what was on the wall.
"I believe that your mind blocked the memories to protect itself. You were not happy where you were before." Jarvis told her.
"Where I was? I thought I lived here? Or at least I lived here until I moved out to attend medical school." Snow asked, retreating to lean back on the closed door.
"You spent time here, but only three or four days at a time. Most of the time you were else where." Jarvis reported.
"What was I doing before? Who was I? What was I?" Snow breathed.
"I have been programed not to say anything about what you had done before without the code being spoken." Jarvis said firmly.
"How am I suppose to be able to learn about what I did when I can't remember what I set as a code?" Snow retorted softly. Jarvis hesitated before speaking.
"Miss Snow, even if you knew the code, I would not wish to tell you what I know. You were not happy where you were. You were partaking in the events under duress, and it was taking a toll on your health. When you were in the car crash, your memory faded. When the ones who were holding you under duress realized that you could not remember them, and that you had people looking after you who cared for you, they reluctantly allowed you to live your new life. It was a miracle." Jarvis informed her. Snow frowned.
"What about who they used as duress to keep me with them?"
"I am not sure, though I do know that he is alive and well. He is not being held captive." Jarvis responded.
"Was I an evil person? Can you tell me that much?" Snow wondered.
"Some would say what you did was evil, some would say that what you did was justified. You, I believe, would think that what you did was justified. You did what you had to in order to keep the one you cared about safe." Jarvis answered.
"Okay. I'm going to go find Tony." Snow said abruptly, turning and all but fleeing the room. She shut the door firmly behind her before turning towards the kitchen. She hurried towards the kitchen, noting that - even hurried - her footfalls were silent. It was something that she could never remember perfecting, but had sometime in the past five or six years. It alarmed her for the first time, as she could think of many reasons why she would have had to walk on silent feet. She walked into the kitchen, and spotted Tony reading something on a tablet.
"How did it go?" Snow asked softly as she padded towards the fridge.
"It went as well as to be expected." Tony sighed, looking up from what he was doing. "Mutants are a very difficult topic to talk about. Some think that Mutants are an abomination that need to be eradicated. Some think that they are the next step of the evolutionary scale, and they could never be eradicated. Some think that they are humans and should be treated as such. Some think that they need to be forced into government work, helping fight wars. There are so many different opinions that no one solution can satisfy everyone." Tony groaned, his head falling into his hands. He had changed from wearing a suit to wearing an oil stained t-shirt and jeans.
"I'm sorry that I dragged you into all of this, Tony. I never meant to cause you strife." Snow said quietly.
"You are not causing me strife. It is the idiots that are giving mutants a hard time living their own lives that are causing my headache." Tony told her. "It is the people who can not seems to accept that there are things in the world that are changing and evolving to fit the new needs of the human race." he continued.
"Do you think that it would possible that one day we may finally find a solution that would at least address people's concerns?" Snow asked softly.
"It could be possible, but I have no idea Harley. I have only held one press conference and I have already caused an uproar. Not that I care." Tony hastily reassured. "Someone has to be the one to take the plunge. But depending on what the public's response are will depend on what will happen with the mutants. They will either be as free as they can be of everyone, they will be treated like slaves and government experiments, or they will be killed. Most of the public hasn't really heard anything about Mutants."
"If I became involved in this campaign along side you, would it help at all?" Snow placed her hand on the table and boosted herself up to sit on it. She put the needle she was carrying down beside her.
"I don't think that you should be involved in everything at first. I'll handle it, and then slowly reintroduce you to the public." Tony said. At her questioning look, Tony explained.
"I had Jarvis erase you from any and all data banks from around the globe. No one has any information on you, no more than who you are related to and where you went to school. I didn't want you to grow up in the spot light like I had to." Tony admitted.
"Thank you. I never did understand why I was left alone, and not stalked by Paparazzi." Snow said sincerely. "I would have hated to have grown up in the spotlight. I like disappearing into the background."
"You were so quiet when you first got here, you kept to yourself, and you seemed to be so scared of everything. The press would have eaten you alive had they known about you. Everywhere had their information on you deleted, especially any photos that were in circulation. The press knew that I had a child named Harley Stark, but that was all that they knew. They didn't know if you were a boy or a girl even, as no one could find your information. You were listed under an alias when you had to go to the hospital at fifteen." Tony explained.
&That would explain why he has always thought that my name was Harley. He probably hasn't even realized that it is my middle name.& Snow thought.
"Thank you, again. What you did was probably the best thing that could have happened for me." Snow restated.
"I'm glad to know that I did something right." He said. Snow fell silent for a moment before remembering something.
"Give me your arm please." She held out her hand. Tony gave her a side look but held out his arm. Snow gently pushed up his sleeve before injecting him with the needle she had.
"Ow." he complained, but he seemed to brighten instantly. "I take that back, it didn't it it felt amazing! What is that stuff?" he marveled.
"Its not a cure for the poisoning, but it does help. It'll give you a bit longer to live, just until I find that cure." Snow told him. "Now go get some sleep. You need it. You can start looking for your own cure in the morning." Snow ordered.
"Ma'am yes ma'am." Tony laughed and gave a mock salute. Snow stuck her tongue out at him as he made his way into his room.
Snow disposed of the needle before puttering around the kitchen, preparing meals that could take out of the fridge and heat for Tony. They were all designed to help keep his immune systems working, as the last thing he needed was to get a cold. After spending sometime doing that, Snow started to bake a few things that she knew that he would remember to eat, suck as blueberry muffins.
"Is Tony asleep, Jarvis?" Snow asked, looking into the distance.
"Yes Miss Snow." Jarvis answered. Snow could feel the question of 'why' hang in the air unspoken, so she said what she felt as she walked into her room.
"I have a feeling that I am going to be needed somewhere very very soon. I didn't want Tony to worry about where I was going, so I am glad that he is asleep." Snow told him as she undid her braids. Concentrating, Snow grew five inches, her hair turned white and shrank to the middle of her back, her wings became white, and her face became more oval in shape. Her eyes became rounder and much paler, her nose was smaller, and her lips lost most of their natural vibrant colour. Her bodies figure became less pronounced, and a few of the scars on her arms and legs became visible. Her skin colour remained the same, but in this 'new' form, it merely made her appear like an albino human.
"This is what 'Snow' looks like now. Do you think that anyone will be able to link us together?" she asked, once more gaining her accent, while changing into clothes that fit her.
"No Miss Snow. No one will be able to tell that you are one in the same." Snow smiled.
"Good. I don't know when I will be back, but I will be safe where I am, I promise." Snow nodded and slid a cellphone into her shorts pocket. She was wearing a white outfit, with bare feet. She had white shorts that went just past her knees, and a white t-shirt. She waved at the ceiling before popping away.
When she landed, she paused. She was in what appeared to be an old time room, from what appeared to be the forties, with a large blonde man sleeping on the bed. She frowned, and pulled out the cellphone.
"Hey, can you knock out all the cameras from where I am please? Oh, and does he have an apartment that has no one living in it?" Snow asked Jarvis without using names. She had an odd feeling about the room, as though someone was watching them. The feeling went away moments later.
"The cameras are down Miss Hlífa. He does indeed have an uninhabited apartment. It is unfurnished, but it has electricity and running water." Jarvis said, his voice very garbled.
&He must know that where I am I should not be. So I really have to watch my words.& Snow thought.
"Thank you Sir. I have a man that will be in need of that apartment soon, I will finish it with what we need as soon as I know what he will need. If you have a mattress that is unused, I will need that as well." Snow looked around the room as she spoke.
"The door is locked, you will have ten minutes before you are disturbed Miss Hlífa. I have sent you the coordinates to the apartment and where the mattress is stored." Jarvis said.
"Sir." Snow nodded before she hung up. She looked at the coordinates before she shut her phone. Her eye went back to the bed as the man started to move. Snow sat on the ground with her wings pulled around her. Her head tilted to the side as he sat up on the side of the bed.
"Good afternoon sir." Snow said softly. The man tensed and whipped around to look at her, only to freeze.
"Am I dead?" he asked softly, relaxing as he regarded her.
"No, I came because I sensed that someone needed me." Snow answered.
"I do not know where I am, but I know that Ballgame that is being played is old. I went to it with Bucky. Where am I?" he wondered.
"I do not know where we are right now, but I will answer any questions that I can." Snow promised.
"What do I need to know? Did we win the War?" the man asked.
"What war?" Snow was baffled. "Wait, who are you? What is your name?"
"I am Steven Grant Rogers, known as Captain America. Who are you, dame?" the newly named Steve asked.
"Mother of Odin you died. Or, well, everyone thinks that you died." Snow told him, her eyes wide. "Oh! I am Snow Iris Hlífa, at your service, Captain." Snow bowed her head forwards slightly from where she was seated on the floor. She had yet to move, not wanting to spook the war hero.
"What year is it?" he asked, growing tense once more.
"It is 2012, Captain. You have spent sixty-seven years frozen in the ice." she said honestly, knowing no other way to tell him that he had been all but dead for more years then he had been alive.
"That - that can't be right." he whispered.
"I am sorry. I would tell you differently if I could." Snow was regretful. "I can tell you that we won World War Two. We won, from what I can remember, soon after you went down in that plane." It was one of the only small comforts that she could offer him.
"Why don't you know where I am?" Steve asked, looking even more troubled.
"I came to you by following the need that I felt. It is how I found my brother and Dr. Banner. I do know that we need to leave very soon, as the people who are holding you here will overcome the barriers in their way and get to you. I swear on my honor that where you will be going is safe." Snow stood slowly, before offering the man her hand. He looked at it for a long moment before taking it and standing, towering over the girl.
"Anyone ever told you that you are very tall?" she asked. When he smiled, Snow popped away.
They landed in an average sized living area, with a kitchen off to one side , and a hall with three doors. Steve jerked away from her in a mild panic, looking around the bare apartment wildly.
"I am sorry to startle you. But I could hear your guards approaching. Feel free to explore while I am picking you up a few things that you will need. I'll be back soon." Snow said, before popping away to the other address that Jarvis had given her.
When she arrived, she saw that there was a small T.V., a couch, some chairs, a dinning table, some plates, glasses, bowls, silverware, a king sized bed and frame, clothes that looked to be able to fit Steve, an older stove, as well as an older microwave. Snow pulled out her phone and called Jarvis.
"How in the worlds did you manage to get all this together in such a short amount of time?" she asked.
"It is left over furniture from Sir updating his residence. It was here already, I wish for it to be placed where it would be used again." Jarvis told her.
"Oh okay, Thank you. I called to tell you that the man I essentially kidnapped is Captain America. I would like you to find the organization that was holding him, so that I may approach and see if they were a good organization. If I feel as though I can't trust them, I will have to erase any and all data about myself and Steve from them." Snow said.
"I will find out for you Miss Snow." Jarvis agreed. Snow thanked him and hung up, before she started to pop back and forth from Steve's new apartment and the extra furnishings. Steve had seemed to come to the conclusion that Snow meant him no harm, as he greeted her warmly and helped her move the furniture to where he would like it to be set up.
The living area had been turned into a living and dinning room, with the dinning room close to the kitchen and the living room facing away. The T.V. had been placed against the windows, with the dark green couch acting as a divider from the dining room. A comfortable looking light blue chair was placed against the third wall. The dining room had a four person black, wooden table, with brown wooden chairs.
The kitchen had a fridge, an older microwave, and an older stove. The apartment didn't have a stove or microwave when they had arrived, so that was a bonus. The kitchen had many cupboards, which made it easier to store the dishes.
Snow was happy to find a fully working bathroom. Steve claimed the largest bedroom as his own. He placed his bed in the middle of the room, and hung his clothes in the closet.
"Well, now that everything is set up how you would like it, do you know what's next?" Snow asked, ginning.
"What is next?" Steve asked.
"Shopping for the rest of what you need." Snow told him.
Answers:
Nerdyskittlez: She soon will not be perfect. It's being hinted at now. As you can see, they are all slowly being added in.
DippedInVinegar: Thank you so much. You gave me the perfect idea for where to take the story!
kaia: The second one. Only because he has been in more movies.