Disclaimer : I don't own marvel or any marvel characters or plots only my OC Orna
6years later:
Orna awoke early on a Sunday morning andgot dressed for her boxing session with Happy. As she entered the room she noticed that she wasn't alone, an unfamiliar womanstood in the corner, but Orna immediately knew why she was there, her fatherhad
been at it again.
"Who the hell are you?" The woman said rather rudely.
"I could ask you the same question" Orna replied disdainfully, they were always rude to her.
"Christine Everhart, vanity fair reporter-"
She was cut off when pepper walked into the room.
"Pepper, there you are," Orna started "I thought it was your job to take out the trash" she said while she pointed over her shoulder, and effectively left the conversation by leaving the room.
Poor Happy, she really needed to punch something.
That night Orna suited up, it was the same suit she'd had since she was 7 years old, with some kind of power woven into the fabric so that it always fit her. It was black and skintight with an intricate pattern of swirls engraved into the armour,
it was impenetrable, 2 swords came out at the arms when she flicked her wrist and there were another 2 strapped to her back, a set of throwing knives were hidden in a compartment under the chest plate and there were 2 pistols attached to her thighs,but
/they wereonly for emergencies, Orna hated guns.
She slipped out the window and onto the roof, she ran from rooftop to rooftop all through the city. It made her feel free and weightless, like no one could stop her, and really no one could. The weapons were always a precaution, she didn't like to
/hated it in fact. But sometimes that was the only thing she thought she could do.
She finally got to the part of Malibu she was looking for, a small tower used for fights and crimes, seemingly abandoned until you got inside.
She entered the building and went straight for the stairs, she took her time, each step precise and quiet, everything was quiet.
The spiral stairs showed sign of wear, the hand railing was worn down to gleaming metal, each step was bowed from generations of traffic, the diamond pattern on them used for grip was completely gone in the middle, the only sign it was ever there
were they faint outlines of them to the sides.
When she reached the top she put her ear to the door which was at the top of the stairs. Silence. Perfect.
She slipped through into the office like room and made a beeline for the desk. She took a letter from her pocket and placed it carefully for the owner to find, that would get the thugs off her back for a while. She had told them time and time againthat
/she wouldn't work for them but they never seemed to understand, hopefully a good old threat would discourage them.
She took the worn down stairs 2 at a time, and made her way back to the mansion.
The next morning Tony had to fly out to Afghanistan for the company. Before he left he kissed his daughters head and headed out the door, Orna knew he was already extremely late, but that was his charm apparently.
Orna and Tony didn't exactly have the best relationship, but they definitely weren't the worst. She loved him and he loved her but they couldn't always find time for each other. He always had some kind of stark industry thing going on and she wastraining
/most of her life. They just didn't have the time.
But it was nice to be alone sometimes, it meant there was less time for people to ask her questions about the academy, her father was the only person she had really opened up to about it and she hadn't even told him everything, especially not about
/the scars.
She could only wear longs sleeves because of the scars and she couldn't wear crop tops either, she was a monster if you looked at her properly. The scars the whips had made down her back would always be tender, from the salt that had been rubbed intothem.
/And her arms would always be disfigured from the brandings -monster, murderer- that went down each of her arms.
She wasn't embarrassed of them, in fact she was proud of them, she just didn't like the questions that followed her every where. It was bad enough having one down her eye let alone massive gashes down her back and words burned into her arms. Sometimesit
/was like people didn't see her, they just saw an assassin. And maybe it was better that way, but it sure as hell didn't feel that way. Her father seemed to be the only person who understood, she was lucky to have him.
Orna decided not to train that day, she'd much rather do nothing. Unfortunately Pepper had other plans , there was a charity event being held that evening and the Starks had been invited, unfortunately, since Tony wasn't home, she and Pepper had
to go in his place. More people to stare at her scar. Pepper suggested that they could cover it up but Orna was appalled at the idea, her scars showed she had survived the academy of killing, why would she cover her triumph?
She picked out a plain black dress with long sleeves (of course) and a high back (of course). When she was sure all her extra scars were covered her and Pepper headed out.
Many people tried to talk to her but she found ways to dismiss every one of them, except one man, named Justin Hammer. He had a (very bad) tactic of complimenting her then trying to get her to spill information about stark industries, he even triedto
/get her drunk even though she was underage at 18 years old, and had been drinking water all night.
In the end she excused herself to used the bathroom and went to find Pepper, who she dragged from the conversation with whatever boring person she was talking to, and got her to take them home. She could sense though, that that would not be the lastshe
/would hear, of Justin Hammer.
When she got back to the mansion she collapsed into bed without even removing her make up. She was asleep before her head touched the pillow
The next morning was when she got the call. He was gone.
A/N: well here's chapter 2, I hope you enjoyed, please tell me what you thought of it, I know I said I'd probably do another background chapter but I got excited so I skipped right into iron man. ;)
Next chapter we find out what happened to Tony in Afghanistan (I'm guessing you already know) and how Orna will cope with it
Also if anyone has any fanfiction that they could recommend for me to read that would be greatly appreciated.
See you next chapter xx