hey everyone! Or anyone. Is this place empty? Anyways if there is someone there...otherwise it would be pretty awkward saying this to myself...please review or comment on what you think of this so far!
its a little new for me because I usually just do crossovers and mix some tv show up and add a little of my on thing, but I have decided to try something new! I will probably be making a lot of these just testing it out, but don't worry I'll get to my other stories too!
'Keep on running! You can't have anyone follow you!' I think to my self totally out of breath...if there is one thing you should know about Mikaela Stark, it is that she is not a runner. Unless of course it was for my life, but we can all agree that that is a totally different situation!...
'Finally! I made it! What was that code again? Oh yeah!' I dial in the code on a hidden panel in the wall of the old warehouse. Yeah it looks pretty abandoned but just about, lets say around 30ft under ground below this ware house is my dad's secret lab.
And no he was not a mad scientist with me as his evil hench-girl, this is where we would spend our family time together, he taught me everything down here, it's where I built my third computer programing system at the age of 8, I can tell you about the other two later.
This is pretty much the only thing I have left to remember my father. All of my life's work is in this lab, literally, as well as lots of my father's designs. We were the best team ever! He had taught me millions of ways to design, build, create, I can't list them all from the top of my head.
The last thing to add about our quality time together was that most of our work was sold at my fathers company. Stark Industries, our goal was to find ways to improve the planet and use our technological genius to solve humanity's biggest threats like global warming. Sadly, ever since Jeremy Stane, Son of Whitney Stane, took control of the company they have been manufacturing weapons like crazy! Our whole company was based around preventing war and evolving the human race, but instead we are just motivating the destruction of peace. It is all insanity!
When I was younger my father had told me many stories about a dreadful time, a time where evil was taking over. This how it went...
...A not so long time ago, there was a father and a son, both unlike any other, great minds can will someday hold the world at their finger tips. They had agree dead to venture out on a mission to discover history of ancient technology they had found. They set to the clear skies until a buzzer signaled trouble...
...the son left his seat to retrieve his newly designed equipment made to support life. He picked it up so he could put it on, but it was a moment too late for the explosion was massive, it only took a millisecond for the machinery to engrave into his chest saving the son. Unfortunately the father had passed on...
...the son was devastated, for he had lost all the family he had left. Though it was not the end, it never was, and there never would be, the son carried on and continued to reach greatness, gathered up all his weakness and turned them into weapons of his own. He became an armored knight who fought for his rights, eventually saving life's of millions at the blink of an eye, turning into a great hero, all for his father...
...heartless people stole his ideas and turned them against him, harming those he cared for most. The knight still held on, grasping on to what he had left. Yes, he was a solo act, but every hero must have something they are fighting for, he was fighting for his life, all the memories he had had along the way of getting so far, the people who he helped finally returned the favor, saving him among many others. Everyone knew his name. And he finally realized when he was missing out on, and became happy once again...
It was a great story...it always gave me hope in life...but the way he told it to me...sounded so sincere, and he knew it by heart, never missing a single detail, not there was much. Though you could tell, when you looked in his eyes, it was like he was going through flash backs of the past...now that I think about it...every story he tells me about the armored knight is just like that. Maybe that is why I was always so intrigued.
I have based a few ideas of my own on my fathers stories, but the most complicated one is this equipment engraved into the Knight's heart...it has kept me pondering for what feels like generations. It obviously was never magic...that doesn't exist...at least not in my universe...I learned that at a young age, 'let me just say a big thanks to dad for running my childhood!'
My dad has always been that person that is easy to read but hard to understand. He has a different way of processing ideas and terms, not like what an adverse person would think of as logic. He had always wanted me to discover my talents on my own, find my own path, and new ways of solving the worlds most confusing problems. The only hard part of that is the fact that I already had my life planned out for me, I inherit the families company once I turn 18 and I am already a genius thanks to my fathers genetics so what is left for me to fulfill? Do I really have to sit here and wait for the company to be passed down to me? Well I am certainly tired of waiting!
"Miss. Speaking of tired, it is 5:30, don't you think it is time to get home, James and Alex will get more suspicious of where you have been going all day. And Mrs. Rhodes will not be please if you are late for dinner, again." J.A.R.V.I.S. Reminds me, oh and BTWs he is the A.I. System my dad designed, with a few notifications made by yours truly.
"Okay, Fine! I'll go. Can you clear up and lock the door once I'm out?" I ask J.A.R.V.I.S. As I pack up my things to exit the room.
"Considerate as done Miss Stark."
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