A/N: This is mostly gonna be backstory of the academy and Ornas past before she became a Stark
Disclaimer: I don't own marvel (however much I wish I did)
That night Orna was plagued by terrible nightmares, the worst she had ever had.
'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING' yelled the voice she desperately didn't want to hear. Master. Known by most as the King of the assassins. Known by some as Acheron Stone. Known to her as her mentor, master, tormentor.
'YOU CANT HAVE FRIENDS YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK,' he carried on as Orna cowered away in fear 'YOU CANT HAVE A WEAKNESS ORACLE, YOU CANT HAVE CONNECTIONS TO ANYONE'
He stepped forward and took her friend by the ear, she couldn't remember his name, not anymore, but she remembered his face clear as day, the only friend she would ever have for a long time.
She didn't see him for 2 months.
She entered the office of the closest thing she had to family, and saw someone she thought she would never see again, gagged and tied to a chair. 7 year old Orna couldn't be more excited to see her best friend, she thought she was being rewarded, that she was getting him back.
Of course she was wrong, she was always wrong.
'Oracle, this is your final test before we send you out into the field' Acheron explained, she nodded.
'This gun is live,' he said. She had no idea where this was going, 'take it' he finished. He was being strangely gentle.
She took the gun and studied it, confused, she was concentrating on the gun and so she nearly missed the next words that fell from her mentors lips.
'Shoot him.'
'What? why?' She was starting to panic, she had never killed before, never tried to. Never wanted to.
'Shoot him,' he repeated, slowly as if she was a plebeian 'or I'll shoot you, and I really don't want to do that oracle, I really don't. Your the best we have, so shoot him and you'll be welcomed into the family.'
That was the word that spikes her interest,family. She had always wanted a family, maybe he would finally treat her like a daughter, like she was more than just a disobedient pet.
She aimed the gun at her friends head.Sam. She remembered now, his name was Sam. A blank, she thought, it must be a blank, he wouldn't ask me to kill someone, not yet.
She fired. It was the first time she heard a gun go off, she had trained with guns before, but not like this.
Sam sat there dead. Her best friend was dead at her hand.
She turned to her mentor. He grinned back. 'Is he dead?' Orna whispered
'That's what tends to happen when you shoot someone through the forehead. Feels like freedom right. My first one felt like freedom' he answered, again as if she couldn't put together sentences more than 4 words long.
'Yeah. Sure it does' she answered. It felt awful. She felt awful. 'I feel great, free'
'Good. Welcome to the guild, freak' he sneered. 'Your gonna be here for a while.'
For the first time in 7 years, she realised she wasn't getting a family, she was getting more tormentors, who would never be her family.
It was 2 years later when she discovered her powers.
She was sitting on her own in the dining room when she realised that many of the people in the room were staring at her. As if she had just grown an extra head.
She wished that was what had happened.
'FREAK,' Acheron yelled from across the room 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR EYES?' She looked in the mirror that sat on the mantle piece. Her eyes were glowing blue.
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. She clawed at her throat and gasped for air until she passed out. Then her eyes opened suddenly and she could see the world, but not the world as she knew it, she was seeing the future.
She could see a man, but she couldn't see his face, he had a soft blue circle glowing from his chest, suddenly he got bulkier, as if he was made from metal, and he flew off to the sky. Then everything went dark.
When she awoke she was greeted by master and 3 scientists. Acheron explained to her that they had always known she could see the future, it was why they called her oracle, why she was trained harder than the others. But they hadn't known how powerful she truly was. She had so much time energy running through her veins that the scientists were adamant that she could focus it into something solid.
That was when the real training begun.
They started her off small, she had to try and make a small shield, big enough to stop a knife, but still small.
From there she went bigger, 3 months on and she was creating swords and knifes, shields big enough and strong enough to save her entire team, she could create anything, the only limit was her imagination, she got visions once or twice a week until they taught her to control it, she saw mighty men from another world, helping save hers. She saw a man in ice coming alive. A large green monster destroying a city. But more often then not she saw the silhouetted man with the glowing chest. She felt like she knew him, yet she couldn't place him.
She knew she was powerful, she got told that everyday, and that power was how she escaped.
She woke up in a sweat, the memories of that place gave her chills and they weren't even the worst she had. And she wasn't about to open that door just yet.
An hour later she got the phone call.
"HES WHERE RHODEY"
"Orna I'm so sorry, he's gone"
"HE CANT BE GONE, WHERE WOULD HE GO?"
"Orna you don't understand, he didn't choose to go, he was taken, by terrorists"
"Thank you Rhodey I'll talk to you in the morning" she said before hanging up quickly, so that Rhodey couldn't reply.
She didn't cry that day, nor the next, in fact she never cried, she wasn't sure she knew how anymore. But there was a raw pain in her chest, like someone had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart till it burst.
She now knew why Acheron hadn't wanted her to have connections with people, but that was rather hard when it was your father you were trying to keep your distance from. So she didn't. She let herself be submerged in the fantasy of family, and made a strongerbond
than she ever would, no matter how shaky it often got. Because for her father she would kill again, for her father she would use a gun again, even though she swore not to use one after Sam. Even though she hated them she would.
Because Tony Stark was her family, and she would get him back. You never give up on family.
And that's just the the way the world works.
A/N: here is chapter 3, this was actually quite easy to write because I've been thinking about the academy for a while now, I hope you enjoyed.
I revealed Orna's powers that were promised in the summary, and next chapter we may explore them a little more, I don't really know yet.
Please tell me what you think, I mean you don't have to but it would be much appreciated. Have a good day see you next chapter xx