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Saturday, Day Seven

12:00 a.m.

Tony's POV

"We have breaking news: Only hours ago a man identified as Manny Garcia somehow smuggled two Chitauri into a charity ball at the MET. We have exclusive footage of Tony Stark's son, Luis Enriquez, successfully destroying both Chitauri and taking the man onto the roof in one of Stark's famous Iron Man suits. We see him attacking the man and -."

"Turn that shit off," Tony commands as he rubs his forehead. Bruce quickly mutes the TV instead, the news now showing video of Luis in the suit beating Manny to death. The footage is everywhere, and the paparazzi's having a fucking field day. The video is already viral and on every news channel you turn to turn to the story is there.

In this situation there are two types of people: People who are worried by this Chitauri sighting and people who are thinking up Hero Names for Tony Stark's kid. "They're calling him Iron Titan," Tony bit out, his head pounding. "It's been four hours and they've already branded him for the rest of his life."

"How's he taking it?" Clint asks, hunched over so that his arms are on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Horrible," Pepper says quietly. Tony could tell the whole situation disturbed her more than she let on. "When we got here I told him to get cleaned up so we could talk. His face was covered in blood." She breaks off, shaking her head and muttering to herself. Tony takes her hand in his own and gives it a reassuring squeeze even though he feels just as unsure as her.

Thor looks confused as he speaks, "I do not understand. On Asgard we become warriors very early in our lives. What has you all so distressed?"

"Luis is just a kid," Jane says not unkindly. "He's fife teen and he just killed another human being with his hands and it was broadcasted on television. Not to mention his little sister was just basically sold into the sex trade."

Steve makes a noise of disgust as he stands from his perch on the couch and walks to the window, putting his hand on the glass as he looks out at the city. "What kind of man sells his own daughter?"

"From what Luis says he was a greedy prick who was always out for himself." Natasha replies cooly, never breaking her mask of indifference. "In the Red Room I first killed when I was fourteen. That's a year younger than Luis."

"But you were trained for it," Tony says as he stands. "He's been here, what, eight days? I've already fucked him up. By just being related to me his family has become a target to some sick bastard." He turns away from the group as if he can't bear seeing them stare at him any longer. Pepper releases his hand to run a hand soothingly up and down his back.

"What about his mother and his other sister?" Bruce asks, breaking the brief silence.

"She's leaving the hospital today with her daughter. They're both gonna stay here for awhile, oh, I forgot to ask you, Bruce. I'll need you to play doctor with his mom since she'll still need checkups from her injuries," Tony replies.

"I can do that," Bruce says with a nod.

"And what about the Chitauri? Obviously the same guy who gave Manny the steroids and took his sister is to blame." Steve states.

Tony nods, "Luis didn't say much on the way here, not that I blame him, but he did say something about they being modified. That had three small heats located at random locations throughout their bodies. That'll definitely make them harder to kill without the right weapons."

"This is a mess," Clint grumbles from his spot on the couch.

"Fury's requested a meeting sometime tomorrow. I guess the Avenger's must assemble once again," Natasha states rather dryly.

Luis' POV

I scream, loud and long because there is nothing else to rid me of the feeling in me. I yell and shout and curse as I stand under the hot spray of the shower. I let the water wash the blood off of my face and I'm grateful for the burning – at least I feel something.

Someone has my sister.

Someone could be doing horrible things to my sister.

Manny's dead.

I killed him hours ago.

I have to tell my mom I killed her husband.

I have to tell my sister I killed her dad.

I run both hands through my soaked hair, tugging hard on the ends as I do so. I always wanted Manny dead, and it's not even his death that's bothering me. It's that I just killed a man. A living breathing man who's beat the shit out of me since I could take a hit without dying right away. I never have to put up with Manny again, but at what price? I believe in God and I believe in Heaven and Hell. I let out a bitter laugh, Thou shall not kill and I've already broken that commandment so I guess I'm going to Hell.

I stumble out of the shower, quickly drying myself before wrapping the towel around my waist and walking into my room. My phone has been ringing non-stop for at least two hours. The video of Manny and I is everywhere and that means almost every person I know has seen it. They've all seen me beating the life out of him and they don't know why.

I look at the new texts:

From Kailyn: Hey that rlly u on the news? Text back need to talk. Xoxox

From Tomas: DID YOU JUST FUCKING KILL UR STEP DAD. HOLY FUCK BRO

From Roberto: First your Starks kid and your too good to reply to your friends. And now you kill Manny? Are you serious? Call me.

There's almost twenty more, all from different people. Ranging from friends to acquaintances and all of them want answers. Most of them have no idea what went on inside my home because I never let friends inside. Some had a good idea when I kept showing up to school with bruises, but all of them must think I did it out of cold blood. They don't know of the hatred that's been stewing for years.

It's true; I kept forgetting to reply to my friends' texts about being Tony's kid. I kept forgetting, but it's not like I didn't have a lot of stuff to deal with lately. I sigh and scroll through my contacts, looking for a certain one. I find my friend Alejandro's number and call it and hold the phone hesitantly to my ear. He's the only one who hasn't texted and he's been my best friend since kindergarten.

He picks up on the third ring, "Well, look who finally called. Did you finally realize you needed us? Are we finally good enough to talk again?"

"Hello to you too," I reply, my voice surprisingly calm. "Listen, I need you to do me a favor."

He laughs loudly, "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you? Go ask one of your new high-fucking-society friends. Go - ."

"Ok," I snap, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I need you not to be a jealous asshole right now – I just killed my step-dad and my sister is kidnapped, okay? Sorry if I hurt your fucking feelings, but I need you to act your age now, got it?"

I hear silence, and for a minute I think he's hung up. "What do you need?"

I let out a sigh of relief, "I need you to tell everyone to stop bothering me, okay? I'm in some deep shit right now and I don't need everyone bothering me. I'll explain another time."

"Ok." Alejandro still sounds pissed, but I can't really worry about that when I have bigger things to deal with.

I take a deep breath, "I'm sorry I never called you guys. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff lately."

He sighs, "It's alright. I'm really sorry to hear about your sister."

"Me too. I got to go, man, talk to you later." And with that I hang up and drop my phone onto my bed. I quickly dress in a plain blue shirt and a pair of basketball shorts before taking the elevator to the lounge where I know everyone is bound to be.

As the elevator door opens I realize I was right. Everyone is gathered in the living room watching the television in silence. When they notice my arrival Tony almost breaks his neck diving for the remote to turn it off. His endeavor proves unsuccessful when Bruce picks it up before he reaches it and turns it off himself, raising an eyebrow at the other man.

"You can leave it on," I state, "I don't care."

"It's probably better if it's off," Tony says as he picks himself off of the floor. How he ended up on the floor when the remote was on the couch remains a mystery.

"So, let's talk then, right?" I say as I stand by the window. "When I got The Hound's system to start running a Face Trace for my sister, but it still hasn't found a match yet and the one it did find was her twin." I remember the moment when a match was found, only to deflate when it was Lupe instead of Marta.

"How are you running the trace? Do you even know how to work the equipment?" Clint raises an eyebrow as he turns to face me.

"My suit runs it and JEEVES can monitor it for me. He'll notify me if anything turns up."

"Wow," Clint mutters.

"Where doing what we can at the moment. When it gets brighter we'll get more professional help. Right now we're doing what we can to track down any strange biological activity. Can you tell us anything that seemed out of the ordinary? Besides toe modified Chitauri?" Bruce asks as he rapidly taps a tablet.

I almost begin shaking my head before freezing, "Um, Manny was strong, like, he bent the metal of my suit with his hand strong. He said it was a gift from someone."

"He say who?" Tony asks.

I shake my head, "No, he didn't say where he got the Chitauri from either, but I'm assuming it's the same person. I'm also gonna take a wild guess and say whoever has the Chitauri – if there are more – also has my sister."

"I agree," Bruce mumbles more to himself than anyone else.

"Tomorrow I'll need someone to pick up Luis' mother and sister. Luis and I will go to your old house to get there stuff cause they're staying here from now on, got it?" Tony asks, pointing at me.

I nod in agreement, and he continues speaking. "Natasha and Clint go talk to Fury tomorrow about the situation. Thor, I'm gonna need you to send a message to Asgard to make sure Loki isn't behind this -."

"It cannot be Loki. My brother has been dead for many moons," Thor replies solemnly. The room seems to freeze as everyone turns to stare at him.

"Loki's dead? Why didn't you tell us?" Steve asks, shock written all over his face.

"He died a hero; he saved me when I myself was close to being defeated. I did not tell you because I did not want you celebrating his death."

"We wouldn't do that," Clint sounds indignant. "Okay, well, maybe on the inside, but we are sorry for your loss, I guess."

The words, if not somewhat sarcastic, bring a smile to Thor's face anyway as he claps a hand on Clint's shoulder. "Thank you, Hawk."

Clint lifts a hand as to say "no problem" before turning back to Tony, "You were saying?"

Tony shakes his head like he means to clear it, "I'm running a trace on all the faces in the crowd on the footage. If anyone sketchy is found it'll show up by tomorrow afternoon. For now I think we should all get some sleep before we have to wake up tomorrow." He looks at his watch, "I mean today."

"I'm just supposed to go to sleep?" I ask in disbelief. "My sister could be getting -." I break off, not being able to finish the sentence and hang my head.

"Luis," Tony says gently, "Nothing will get done if we're all exhausted, okay? Right now we're doing all we can."

I sigh, "I know. I just wish I could do more." I admit, looking back up. "I'm just tired. I'm gonna get some sleep."

A chorus of goodnights ring out through the room as I make my way to the elevator, but a hand falls gently on my shoulder and stops me halfway there. "If you need any advice you can always come to Tony and I. You know that, right?" Pepper asks softly.

I offer her a small smile and nod, "Yea, thanks." She smiles back before releasing me to continue to the elevator. I tug on a piece of my hair as I rise to the floor I want to and it's not the apartment. As I enter Tony's workshop the lights flicker on and JEEVES' voice greets me.

"Is the suit repaired?" I ask, leaning against a table.

"Yes, sir. Will you be taking it out tonight?"

"Yea," I reply. I know I shouldn't for so many reasons, but I can't stand the thought of just doing nothing while Marta is out there all alone or with some creep. In this situation alone is much better.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tony's voice rings out behind me and I freeze, slowly turning to face him.

"If I say 'it's not what it looks like' will it make this situation any better?"

"Not really, no. You're not taking your suit out, Luis. I mean it, you're lucky I'm still letting you keep it." Tony says.

I scoff, "What do you mean 'I'm lucky'? It's my suit I can do what I want with it."

"Technically, it's my suit. Look, I get you want to go out and find your sister. I really understand it, but I can't let you out in the middle of the night-."

"It's technically morning."

He rolls his eyes, "In the middle of the morning by yourself, ok? I promise we will fix everything tomorrow, but now we need sleep because I need you on the top of your game tomorrow."

"I can't – Every time I close my eyes I imagine horrible things happening to her, do you not understand that? What the fuck am I gonna tell my mom tomorrow? I can't let her come here to see I don't have her daughter and I killed her husband. I can't see that disappointment, Tony."

"Why do you always do that?" Tony stares at me.

"What?"

"You always think you're not good enough for shit, or that you need to be good enough. Why?"

I shake my head, "I'm sure doctors would tell you it's from the verbal and physical abuse I received on a daily basis."

"Be serious."

"I am."

"Do you want to see a therapist?" Tony asks as he runs a tired hand down the side of his face.

"No, I refuse to talk to someone who's going to act like they know me better than I know myself after just one meeting." A definite no to psychologists.

Tony pauses, thinking for a moment, "How about this: Whenever you want to talk about something that happened involving your home life like your mom, Manny, or – or why I was never around how about you just talk to me about it?"

I never really wanted Tony to know what happened in my house, just like how I never wanted my friend's to know, but at this point Tony knows too much already. He seen me kill my step-dad for Christ's sake. I've just never felt close enough to anyone to actually talk about my problems. I have this issue where I internalize my emotions and apparently that's not good for you because one day you can go crazy and kill everyone and… I guess that kind of happened to me today.

"Okay, deal." I agree reluctantly.

Tony smiles, "Great. Now how can I convince you to not go out tonight?"

I sigh as I drum my fingers on the table top, "You're right. I need to keep all of my energy for tomorrow. I'll just go to sleep, like, really sleep this time, but we're getting up at like six."

Tony groans dramatically, "Fine. Let's go downstairs then, kid." He walks over to me and claps a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the elevator as if I might run away.

"How did you know I was even up here?" I ask curiously.

"When do you ever do anything your told?"

"Good point," I reply as Tony's laugh fills the elevator.

Here's chapter ten guys. Luis' inner turmoil game is pretty strong today, huh? Sorry if it's a bit dull, but it turned out much longer than I expected. I'm pretty excited for the next chapter though so you have that to look forward to. Thanks for the reviews; you guys are wonderful as usual. Review please!