Wow, this one is really long but has a lot going on in it. Well, important stuff mostly...I would like to thank my family, Vicky Kirkova, Anna- Angela Shishmanov, FireDragonAeryn, and AlyDeLoIronBuscusJonasMan for being awesome and keeping up with the story but mostly for being awesome!
The next morning at breakfast was a very social time. We had fruit and cereal. I am down in my designer denim shorts, tank top and Vans sneakers. I knew my hair was all pouffy from the pillow and I am guessing that just made everyone`s morning.
"Stark, you decided to come down. Ha, being having a rough time on the alchohol..." Mercedes says eyeing my hair and drinking some milk. Yep, that`s my good-morning sunshine!
"You been having a rough night too, Flag-girl. You know I am surprised they didn`t call you to represent America at the Olympics...you have the outfit and everything! Except the attitude of course, America is the land of freedom that we have to save from...people with, other goals than ours." I say with a smile. Mercedes stood up and slapped me across the face. That was too much for Rapirian because she punched Mercedes with all her might and tackled her too the ground. It wasn`t pretty because Mercedes was spitting blood on the red carpet.
"Puny girl!" Rapirian yelled and threw a plate at Mercedes. Then all of a sudden, Nick Fury came in. When he saw the scene he immediately face-palmed.
"There was an idea to bring together a group of remarkable people, so when we needed them, they could fight the battles that we never could...and what do I see, those same people leading a war when they are supposed to destroy war!" Nick says frustrated.
" Ha, I don`t stop war! I kill it, stick a dagger in it`s throat and there are some people here that have very high thoughts of themself that might have the same faith!" Mercedes saying spitting blood at me. OK, I have to admit Mercedes is really pretty. With her short choppy hair, ice blue eyes and berry lip-gloss she could be a model. And she is really tall! However, Rapirian had the body of a medieval fantasy princess, she just reminded you of one with her waist lenght light blond hair in a braid and deep grey eyes. She was really muscular which I am guessing was due to over-practicing sports, she wasn`t this ugly bulky though, she was athletic bulky. What was I? Super short(barely making a 5'6 with high-heels), emo hairstyle, green eyes, black hair and peach lipgloss. Compared to all these girls I looked like s***! Each one of them was special in something, and as we all know I am very special(not).
After breakfast we had training time. The sports field was in the basement, so that people couldn`t see us-we are secret. I went up to my room and saw Mercedes looking at my stuff. I poked her on the arm with a blue-fire on my finger tip. She immediately turned around and got up all in my face.
"Do not touch me again!" She yelled and tried to spit at me, I guess I paniced so I shot a blue-fire at her.
"Then don't take my stuff." I yelled.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with."
"Shakespeare in The Park? Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?" I said sarcastically.
"Oh how the world will miss you, well no need to be mean. I wouldn`t!"
" Look, until the battle...stay out my way and you wouldn`t get hurt." I said, walked out and slammed the door. I barged back in, took my suit, put it on eyeing Mercedes piercingly then walked out but before I closed the door I put both middle-fingers in the air and slammed the door causing a chandelier to rattle.
I ran to the basement excited like a little girl. I opened the door with a swing but then stopped in my tracks. Mercedes was in full metal armour and was carrying a giant sword that was bigger than me. This time her hair was in a high, straight ponytail. Mercedes came down later in her flag-girl outfit. Blue top with a star and a red and white mini-shirt(like those tennis skirts). She grabbed an axe from her back and started swinging. Then I noticed she had a really big knife strapped to her was shooting with a bow and arrow(always bull`s eye). I felt so retarded, I am just a piece of heavy metal that has big blasters and flame-throwers. I stood there awkwardly in the aluminum, black and blue suit. Mercedes came over and smashed me on the helmet.
"Bozhe moi!" Aeryn exclaimed when she saw me in the suit and ran over to me.
"What did you say?" I mumble taking my helmet off.
"You seriously didn`t know I am part russian?! What does the name Romanov tell you?"
"Huh, russian! Well say something in russian!"
"Chyort voz`mi!" She cried pointing to Nick Fury who was approching us in rage-mode. Then, Aeryn ran off and left me there. I started leaning against the wall. Nick Fury called me.
"Hello!You have reached the life model decoy of Alaia Stark, please leave a message."
"This is urgent." Nick said unimpressed of my phone-joke.
"Then leave it urgently." I said laughing. I saw Aeryn chuckle in her palm and miss the shot she was taking with her metal bow and arrow.
"Press gathered in front of the house."
"That's on you, your fault that people literally dig me!"
"Mercedes!" Nick called. Mercedes immediately ran over with her gigantic sword swinging it as she was running.
"Yes, Fury? You called?" Mercedes swung the 2 meter long sword across her shoulder with a big swing. I ducked and missed a head blow.
"You need to learn how to swing that...thing. Anyways, I need you to go chase some press, they found out about Alaia`s whereabouts!" Mercedes thrugged out and came back with a happy face on. She did the job...
It was lunch-time and Nick called me into his office to talk to me before I go to lunch. I opened the door to the wooden officethat had papers scattered everywhere.
"Am I in trouble?" I said peeking from the door.
"Just come in and close the door." I sat down in a leather chair and poured myself some whisky I found on the desk.
"What`s the problem?" I said taking a sip.
"You display textbook narcissm. Why? Is it your dad or something?"
"What the f*** is narcissm?"
"Personality dissorder...includes these symptoms and you are a check to all of them!" He gave me a paper from Wikipedia.
Believing that you're better than others
Fantasizing about power, success and attractiveness(hell yes)
Exaggerating your achievements or talents
Expecting constant praise and admiration
Believing that you're special and acting accordingly(yes)
Failing to recognize other people's emotions and feelings
Expecting others to go along with your ideas and plans
Taking advantage of others(yeah)
Expressing disdain for those you feel are inferior
Being jealous of others
Believing that others are jealous of you
Trouble keeping healthy relationships( I hope it doesn`t happen with Luke)
Setting unrealistic goals(yes, the fix the world idea)
Being easily hurt and rejected
Having a fragile self-esteem
Appearing as tough-minded or unemotional(wow, that is really true)
Expects to be recognized as superior and special, without superior accomplishments(yes)
Expects constant attention, admiration and positive reinforcement from others(yes)
Envies others and believes others envy him/her(oh yeah)
Is preoccupied with thoughts and fantasies of great success, enormous attractiveness, power, intelligence(that`s me)
Lacks the ability to empathize with the feelings or desires of others
Is arrogant in attitudes and behavior(apparently but...yes)
Has expectations of special treatment that are unrealistic
And on with the list, the scary thing it was all true. Deep down it was so true it was as if it was describing me.
"Yeah, that`s me! Is is a problem?" I said concerned finishing my whisky.
"Yes, it`s a psychological disorder. You do know Tony is the one to blame for this!"
"What has dad got to do with this?"
"You didn`t have a childhood. When you live your childhood then you learn all those things. You however, are a weird case. You started being a money-maker when you were 15. Billions lie on your hands, people constantly needing you, wanting your attention so you got used to it and developed this problem and I need you had a crappy childhood that just killed you inside-you grew up too fast. Sadly, it`s also built in you from when were born(you just get in your character but you developed it dramatically). As we all know, you are an exact copy of Tony-like someone did copy/paste with you." Damn, he said it. I had never thought of myself like that but it was so true both for me and Tony. The list was true it wasn`t even funny, especially Nick`s words after that. Everyone thought I was funny, smart, pretty, charming but...was it true. I started to sob. Really, I am embarassed mostly because I had heard this in a conversation between mom and Tony all these qualities that I displayed that nobody thought they were a problem. True, I thought I was kinda arrogant but I never had friends to go to the movies, hang-out. I was a money-maker that read Bloomberg instead of novels. I looked at the Stock Market instead of movies, went to work and sat behind a work desk. Employed people, fired them- I had all this power on my hands that I didn`t know what to do with it. I had grown-up by myself(don`t count on Tony to raise you up, he might kill you in 100 posible ways). All these problems were too much to handle, that`s probably why I drink, act the way I do. I am such a wreck. Sorry if this is getting too sad but I am starting to be ashamed of who I am... as if Nick read my mind he came and hugged me, I started cry on his jacket.
"Chillax, OK?" Nick said and walked out. Well, I was still sobbing. I wiped my eyes, held my tears, put on a fake smile and walked after him. Head high, smile, there I go...
Lunch was Chinese from the closest Deli. I stood in the doorway, the moment Mercedes saw my red-nose she knew I had been crying.
"I know people with none of your s*** worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the girl to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you and then electricute you."
"I think I would just cut the wire." I said confused but sure of my answer.
"Always a way out... You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero!"
"A hero?! Like you?! You're a lab rat, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle!" I said in a fake happy voice. But really, I was burning to say something really mean. I can`t believe it did everyone know my newly found secret?
"Well, yeah. I am special but at least I don`t have a personality disorder! Why are you on this squad anyways if you can`t deal with yourself?!" Mercedes said coldly. Amazing, she had over-heard and she sure knew the whole story.
"What personality disorder?" I pretended to play dumb, see if she really knew.
"Well, what about the...narccism? How are you going to deal with that? Huh, or are you going to show me you are better than me, show me your sarcasm again with that snobby, rich prima-donna attitude. Oh, you are crying right, got to you...why are you crying by the way. Is that a symptom of the illness?!" I have to admit that was like a bullet, that whole speech but you know what-there is no way she comes out on top.
"Yeah, so what if I have a narccism disorder. I have as much right to be on this squad as much as you do. You know why I am crying, because I am really laughing at how actually pathetic you are!" I said and left the room, once again...I felt really powerful but am I? Walking down the long, dusty, dark corridor to my room I felt a sudden need to talk to someone-dad. He needed to know, probably...
"Dad?" I called.
"Hey...how is the super-hero business going? Having fun?"
"No...to the you the truth I actually found out something that I didn`t know and that kinda applies for both of you heard the disorder called narccism? I fit all categories and so...I turned out to be psychologically ill. Uh-huh,I also found a new enemy-Mercedes Rodgers..."
"What?! You can`t go messing with Steve Rodgers daughter!That is a no game you either play it or you don`t...anyways yeah, I`ve heard about narccism, I knew you had it, of course that leads to me and the connection we have. You were actually genetically made, let`s say after your mom`s death."
"What!? What do you mean genetically made, you tempored with me! I will kill you b******!"
"Don`t call me that! Yeah, I changed you but it was for the better. I knew your future and I knew what I wanted! I made you a copy of me, whatever character I have, you have it too. Does that explain some things?!"
"It explains a lot! It also explains things about you too, you know that right!(I pull out the characteristics list from my jeans pocket and open it) it also explains`taking advantage of others' very carefully and precisely. Who do you think you are, you caused me more trouble than you caused yourself! What did you do to me, change my entire self?"
"Exactly, I made you who you are right now. I made you a genius, gave you the super-powers(even though that was unintentional, it`s because of the arc-reactor shnarpel material) you should be thanking me for giving you the ability to make rockets!"
"Too bad, life is tough! I will never thank you for making me a copy of yourself, what did you think you were doing? I am not your experimental bunnny. Why me? I don`t want to be like you, I would never have become like you. You are messed up and somehow escape serious problems. If yu were so genius, who come now of my peers like me?"
"...because you are special...nobody said it was going to be easy being me...by the way, I knew where you were going-New York, the Avengers."
"You know that if I get back I will kill you for all the things I just found out, right?"
"Of course, I would like to see you try!"
"You are still a dirty b******!" I say and close up the phone. What a weird afternoon! I just couldn`t believe everything. I was too much, I went into my room and threw mysel on the dark purple bed. The diamond chandelier was lit by candles and this room was actually pretty awesome. I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes-tried to sleep swallow everything I just learned. However, the dream wasn`t pretty. Our house was getting bombed then it flashed to dad being taken and tortutured then I come in with the suit and kill him...that type of s***. I hope it doesn`t happen, that`s it from me today. Tomorrow might be a better day with less surprises. I said and fell asleep.