7 YEARS LATER

"Hazel!" Ray called as she heard the eight year old rush down the staircase into the dining space.

"I'm ready Anne!" she cheerfully exclaimed. (A/N : Anne means mom in Turkish)

Hazel and Ray had been living, undercover, in the suburban foothills of the Alps, as Emily and Hazel Watson, mother and daughter. It was a great hideout because there was hardly any press or paparazzi in that area. And Ray's disguise was so perfect that hardly anyone who would have known the avenger (assumed dead in the attack at Stark Mansion) would recognize her. Her new light brown curled hair cut shorter than before, nerdy glasses that hid half of her face gave her a complete different look.

"What do we have for breakfast?" Hazel asked her aunt whom she believed was her mother as she seated herself beside Molly, their neighbor and Ray's guide to raise a kid.

"Pancakes." Ray replied from the kitchen and then soon walked out with plates and pancakes on a tray.

"So, are you ready for your first day at high school, Miss BigBrain?" Molly asked in her regular friendly tone. Just like her father and her aunt, Hazel was a born genius. It was in the dominant part of their chromosome that was hard to hide.

"I'm born ready!" Hazel replied sounding quite older than she actually is. "Right Anne?" she turned towards Ray.

"Hmm..." Ray absent-mindedly replied. She was lost in some thought.

"Anne!" Hazel called, snapping her out of her trance.

"What?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing kiddo. I'm just a bit worried." she replied quite honestly.

"For what?" Hazel was quite shocked. She has always known her 'mum' to be a very confident person. It was rare for her to admit that she was worried about something.

"This is high school honey. All these kids are going to be considerably older than you. I just don't feel like letting you go there alone."

"As if I ever had any friends when I studied with ones of my age!" Hazel rolled he eyes almost reminding Ray of herself in her childhood. "Kids my age are stupid and dull. I prefer ones older than me."

Ray sighed before looking at Molly. Being a genius herself, Ray was aware of the fact that older kids didn't like the fact that kids younger were smarter than them. And such kids never left a chance to bother these younger kids. She herself was victim of such bullies. But sh Hazel's case was different from hers. Ray was the sister of Tony Stark. Though a lot of kids verbally did bully her in school, no one had the courage to touch her. Tony wouldn't ever let that happen. But Hazel wasn't a Stark to the world. She was Hazel was a Watson, the daughter of a single mother Emily Watson. That made it easier for the older kids to bully her. She didn't know how to stop them.

Molly gave Ray an unsure smile before turning to Hazel. "Your mom has all reasons to be worried." she told her.

"I know." she said and turned towards Ray. "Don't worry Anne. If anyone bothers me, I'm going to kick their asses!"

"Language!' Ray exclaimed. That wasn't the kind of language she wanted the kid to use!

The school bus honked outside. "That's your ride." Ray said quickly getting up and handing Hazel her tiffin box and placing a quick peck on her cheek before they walked out. As Hazel got up on the bus she quickly turned towards Ray with a slightly nervous expression. "You got any pro tip for me?" she asked.

Ray only gave her a confused smile. "Try to act like a kid."

She watched as the bus closed the door and drove away towards the school. She walked back towards her house to her garage that had a banner on it which said 'Can fix anything'. She wondered if she would ever be able to give Hazel the like which she was born to live in.


I know this is short. But I really think I could add anything else to this chapter. The next chapters are going to be longer.

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