A/N: Fast forwarding to 8 years in the future, where you are 18 and your brother 23. I am skipping ahead as I am sure you want to meet the avengers sooner. ;) I edited chapter 1 and included mom. I realised that both the parents later die in a car crash.

You look around your room. The silence echoing through the huge empty mansion. Home was supposed to be your sanctuary from school where you were constantly referred to as a freak. School where students purposely antagonized you with their thoughts after finding out about your powers from the 'best friend' you had trusted and confided in. Your brother had moved permanently to the towers just like your father. Meanwhile your mother just left you the day after Tony stopped coming back home. You pleaded with her but she just gave you a look of disgust and left with all her stuff. She always treated you like you weren't her child. You could not remember a time when she actually talked to you directly or did something for you. You learned to comb your hair and dress yourself on your own. You start to prefer the negative attention compared to nothing you get at home. These 3 years were really difficult for you. You had no one you could trust or confide in during your teenage years. Weekends were the worse, you didn't have school to distract you. You were into self-hatred and self harm. You open the drawer by your bed and take out your only friend.

It gleamed beautifully by the sunlight. Its tip sharp and dangerous. You slowly press it into your skin craving the sting of your precious penknife. As you drag it across your arms repeatedly you smile to yourself. When you realise you are legally an adult and you didn't have to live in this house like an useless doll. You could start over and begin anew. You could move to a new district and live a quiet life. You put down the knife and call your brother. You watched the blood seep slowly to the pastel yellow phone. He agreed to meet you for dinner. With that you pack your bag with your clothes.

-At a cafe-

You sit at a table by the corner. You realise the blood had stopped and your skin had already started to heal back. You glance at the door every few seconds awaiting his arrival. Finally an hour later, he came. As he walked over to the table he caught sight of your suitcase and he smiled. He took the seat opposite you and waited for you to speak.

"Hey..." you begin nervously unsure of how to break the news.

"So you're going on a holiday? Where?" he questioned.

You take in a deep breath and begin.

"No. I'm leaving" your voice catches in your throat.

"Why?" he asked a little confused. He glanced at your hands and his expression turned to one of anger as he grabs your hand. You scold yourself internally.

"What is this?" he demanded.

You squirm in your seat not wanting to explain. He took your hand and looked at it closer and saw the faint scars of previous cuts.

"Does this have anything to do with why you want to leave"

"I need a new chance to start over. I don't think I can handle the pressure of living up to the Stark name. I am not like you." you admit.

"So is this goodbye?"

"I guess so. I will miss living with you not." you try for humour and fail.

"Help me tell dad" you say and stand up to leave.

When you remember that you forgot something.

"Can I atleast have a goodbye hug from my loving brother"

"Sure just don't lose the Stark humour" his voice broke at the end.

"Never" you promise as you walk out of the door the tears that were threatening to fall before gently rolled down your cheek.

This is a sad night to remember but the beginning to your new life. You hope that you made the right choice as you throw your shiny companion in the bin.

A/N: Please review. The song from Frozen 'Let it go' was the inspiration for this chapter.