(A/N): Happy New Year guys! Thank you all for the well wishes you sent me for my birthday- I really appreciate it! I had a lot of cake. Too much cake. No regrets though.

I'm so sorry this is coming to you a bit late but I had trouble figuring out what opening and closing scenes to use for this chapter. I'm having a bit of trouble with them, not gonna lie.

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This chapter is both one I love and one I hate. I love it because a few of my favorite scenes are in here. I hate it though because it's a turning-point sort of chapter and I'm always worried I don't capture it the way I need to. I worry it doesn't have the weight it should so that you all understand just what is happening. I hope you do- I hope I've done my job right. Guess we'll see though, won't we?

This chapter is, once again, unbetaed so all errors are my own. Sadness.

Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!


"What the hell, man?" Rhodey hissed.

Tony leaned back in his seat with a nonchalant look on his face. "What?"

"You know what!"

He did. He did know what. But that didn't mean that Tony wanted to talk about it. In fact, Tony had been actively avoiding this conversation for several months now. It helped that first Rhodes was busy being the Golden Boy for the military and then Tony was busy recovering from the aftermath of the Chitauri attack. Unfortunately, it seemed that Rhodey wanted to have this argument- and it was definitely going to be an argument- whether Tony wanted to or not.

"I mean, it's a little late to be asking me how I'm doing after I fought off an army of aliens intent on destroying the planet over a month ago but better late than never, I guess."

Rhodey glared at him. "I am not playing this game with you, Tony. Who is this girl and why are you saying that she's your sister?"

Tony glanced down at the Vogue magazine on the table. "Well, Rhodey, that's my sister, Mia. Which, I kind of thought would have been obvious by the fact that it says 'Mia Stark' right there on the cover."

"You don't have a sister."

"Clearly I do, since it says right there on the cover-"

"I swear to god," Rhodey started, leaning forward, "if you do not tell me what is going on right now, I will punch you."

Also leaning forward, Tony told him, "Go ahead. Just know that, if you do punch me, I'll sue."

"Goddamn it, Tony." Falling back in his seat, Rhodey ran a hand over his face. "I just need you to tell me what the hell is going on. You expect me to believe that you've had a sister for all this time and just never bothered to tell me? You expect me to believe that you were able to keep her a secret for over 20 years when you couldn't even keep the fact that you were Iron Man quiet for more than five minutes?"

"How are those two things even connected?" Rhodey was his best friend- pretty much his only friend, really, unless the other Avengers could be counted, and Tony wasn't sure that they could be yet- but Tony wasn't going to tell him the truth. He trusted Rhodes with his life, but he didn't trust him with Mia's.

"Do you know just how much crap I'm getting right now from the higher-ups?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Do you know how much I don't care?"

"Why are you deflecting?" Rhodey asked. "Why won't you answer my questions?"

"I did answer your questions. Mia is my sister- she's a Stark. Whether or not you want to believe it doesn't matter. I'm sorry if you were hoping for some sort of scandalous reveal from me, but that's the truth."

Tony was going to protect Mia's identity as best he could- no matter the cost.


As Steve slowly drifted back into consciousness, he heard Tony and Hermione speaking softly.

"I made you a shirt with these self-heating fibers that Bruce and I created," Tony was telling his sister. "Bruce said it's important to keep your core warm since cold blood going into your heart could kill you- it's just a temporary fix though."

"Thank you, Tony," Hermione told him softly, voice sounding a little flat. "I appreciate you making something that will allow me to go to the bathroom by myself."

"You mean you and Gramps haven't gotten to that stage of your relationship yet?" Tony quipped. "Color me shocked."

"I'm surprised you can stomach making jokes about I, your younger sister, dating a man you've nicknamed 'Gramps'," she shot back.

Steve could see in his minds-eye the exact face Tony was probably making. "That's fair. But you're not going to be able to distract me from my point right now."

Hermione shifted slightly in Steve's arms. "And what point would that be?"

"What's going on between you two? You guys seemed all disgustingly mushy just last year then, after the invasion, Cap started avoiding you like you had the plague. Didn't stop him constantly making puppy-dog eyes at you whenever you were forced together- unfortunately. You stopped avoiding each other after the trip to Australia and he just about lost his mind over the last few days. So, what the fuck is going on?"

He could feel Hermione's fingers flex against the arm he had around her waist. "I don't want to talk about this," she warned her brother.

"Well, it's either we talk about this or we talk about the mystical bond that is slowly killing you. Make your choice."

"Fine," she snapped. "Nothing is going on with Steve and I. We… had a discussion after the Battle of New York that caused some awkwardness, but we have since worked things out."

There was a pause before Tony dryly asked, "You really think that's enough information to satisfy me? C'mon now, kid, you know me better than that. I already know all about your first conversation where you rejected Steve- which, by the way, almost made me feel bad for the guy and I didn't appreciate that. What'd you say to fix things?"

"… were you eavesdropping on our first conversation?" demanded Hermione, outraged.

"Of course!"

"Damnit, Tony," she grumbled. When Steve's arm automatically tightened around her, she froze for a moment before relaxing with a sigh. "I told him the truth- that I was keeping secrets from him and that I will be continuing to do so for the foreseeable future. You know how Steve is about honesty; if I were to have a relationship with him, I couldn't have as many secrets as I do now."

"Seriously?" Tony sounded confused. "I mean, I understand the concept but still. If you trust each other, what does it matter if you keep a few things secret? Everyone has secrets, Mia- some that are theirs and some that they're keeping for others. And we both know you're always going to have secrets so when is this mythical end-of-the-tunnel that you're going to reach and finally be able to be together going to happen?"

"I don't know, Tony," she finally admitted. "Right now, it feels like it's never going to happen."

Steve could hear Tony shifting closer to Hermione. "What'll you do if it doesn't?"

She was silent for a long moment. "I'll move on- I'll survive. It's what I always do."


"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked in concern. "You shouldn't push yourself right now- it's only been a day."

"Steve," Hermione chided tiredly, pulling her hair back into a loose bun. "I'm just going upstairs, not leaving the tower. I'm wearing the clothes Tony made for me and you're going to be right there if my temperature starts to fall again. It's going to be fine."

"But-"

"Steve." She reached out and took his hand. "It's going to be alright. I'm fine and I promise to tell you the moment I start to feel differently, alright?"

It wasn't, but Steve knew better by now than to argue.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Steve led Hermione over to the elevator. "Clint's here," he stated abruptly, wanting to break the silence. "He got here a few hours ago. Natasha's here too, but I think she came on Fury's behalf. Now that you're awake, he's demanded answers."

Leaning her head against Steve's shoulder, Hermione peered up at him. "Did you all find a way to explain how I was captured?"

"I think Pepper took care of that- S.H.I.E.L.D. was told that you went with Tony in one of his suits and got caught."

"Fury knows better," Hermione snorted.

"He does," Steve agreed. "I caught him murmuring something about moronic spawns running off to play hero without a plan, so I think he has a pretty good idea about what happened."

Giving a small, oddly empty laugh, Hermione said, "I bet my parents took that well."

"They did not," was all he told her.

The elevator doors opened then and Hermione and Steve were greeted by the sight of a living room full of people. Carol and Loki were sitting with two women- one of whom Hermione recognized as Maria Rambeau from pictures her mother had shown her previously and the other she assumed was her daughter, Monica. Thor and several other Asgardians were sitting a short way away, watching Loki intently. Clint and Natasha were leaning on the kitchen island and seemed to be keeping a close eye on everyone.

Standing right in front of the elevator doors were Pepper and Tony. As soon as she saw them, Mia pulled away from Steve and stepped forward to hug Pepper tightly. Pepper always had a way of making Mia feel better even when she was at her worst and she needed a bit of that right then. The redhaired woman always seemed to have some sort of idea of what to do in any situation. When Mia felt like she was falling apart, Pepper seemed able to sense it and would appear with a drink and a reassuring word.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Pepper whispered. "We were really worried."

"I know," she whispered back. "I'm sorry."

Stepping back, Pepper looked Mia over with a critical eye. "There's soup in the kitchen. I am going to get you a bowl and you are going to eat it."

Forcing a small smile on her lips, Mia shook her head. "You're so bossy, Pepper."

"That's because she is the boss," Tony interjected, stepping forward to wrap his arm around Mia. "And woe to anyone who forgets that. She gets mean when she thinks you're undermining her authority," he mock-whispered to his sister.

"I know- I've seen her with you before," she told him, nodding over at Clint and Natasha, both of whom nodded in return but didn't move.

Leading her over to the couches, Tony waved his arm at the people sitting there. "People who do not know, this is Mia. Mia, these are people."

"What a thorough introduction," the younger woman quipped, standing up and holding out her hand. "Hey, I'm Monica."

"Lieutenant Trouble," Mia greeted, shaking her hand. "I've heard a lot about you."

Monica laughed. "It's Captain Trouble now, actually. Just got a promotion."

"Congratulations. Are you also a pilot, or did you join another branch of the military?" At Carol's urging, Mia and Monica sat back down. She could feel Maria's searching gaze locked onto her, but Mia did her best to ignore it, curling up against her mother.

"Air Force," Monica answered. "But I may be leaving to join S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Really?" Mia made sure her gaze conveyed nothing more than polite interest. "Why S.H.I.E.L.D., if you don't mind my asking?"

Shrugging, Monica said, "Mom worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. for several years and seemed to like it."

"Speaking of me, your amazing mother," Maria finally interjected. "I'm Maria. Forgive my daughter for her lack of manners."

Shyly tucking her hair behind her ear, Mia forced a smile at Maria. "Only if you forgive Tony for his."

"Mmm, now, that might be asking for too much."

Mia laughed as Tony grumbled in the background. "I'm guessing his first impression wasn't the best then? How long have you been here?"

"As soon as we heard," Maria told her. "We didn't know what exactly happened, but we knew Carol was on Earth and in New York, so we headed here."

"Lucky for us JARVIS knew who we were and let us in," Monica commented. "This place was locked down tight."

She knew that her mother considered Maria to be her sister in all the ways that counted, but Mia was glad to be able to see for herself just how strong their bond was. The more stories Carol had told her, the more Mia wished she could have grown up with someone like Maria for an aunt. "Thank you," she told them softly.

Maria grinned at her. "You don't need to thank family- that's what we're here for. I might not know you well yet, but I'm still your aunt. Plus, we couldn't pass up the chance of meeting Carol's mystery guy."

Carol snorted. "Yeah, right- don't believe a word they say. They just wanted to try and sneak a peek at Steve. Instead, they got a nice dose of sleep deprived Tony."

Taking a deep breath, Mia looked back over her shoulder and smiled at the man hovering a few feet behind her. "In that case, we should certainly try and rectify the situation." Holding out her hand, Mia waited for Steve to walk around the couch and slide his hand into hers as he sat down. "Steve, this is my cousin Monica and my Aunt Maria." She glanced at the women out of the corner of her eye, wondering if it was acceptable to introduce them that way, but both women seemed pleased.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Steve nodded in greeting, pushing away his discomfort with meeting new people in such an informal and emotionally charged setting.

Glancing at their linked hands, Monica seemed to be biting back a smirk. "Nice to meet you too."

"If we're through with the niceties," Loki broke in. "Perhaps we can actually discuss the larger matter at hand."

Pepper walked over with Mia's soup. "Here."

Mia took the soup with a soft word of thanks, purposefully not looking at her father. "I don't really think there's anything to discuss." Sipping at the rich broth, Mia shuddered at the feeling of warmth flowing through her. She only now realized how cold she actually was and burrowed in closer to her mother's side.

Unfortunately for her, Carol noticed. "You're getting cold again."

Staring down at her cup, all Mia could say was, "I'm fine."

"I have alerted Dr. Banner- he's on his way now," JARVIS announced.

Reaching out a hand, Steve felt the skin on the back of Hermione's neck and swore. "You promised you'd say something if you were feeling cold again!"

"I'm not feeling cold," Mia shot back. "Or, at least, I wasn't."

"That's not a good sign," Tony said, having read up as much as he could find on hypothermia the night before.

"I know what you all are going to say, and you should just give up now," the brunette snapped, setting her soup down on the table in front of her with a thud. "I won't do it."

"Mia," Pepper pleaded, pushing the cup aside so she could sit in front of the younger woman. She had hoped they could wait to have this conversation, but it seemed that it would have to be now. "Please be reasonable. Whatever magic you're using right now is hurting you."

"The bond has already been formed. It'll hurt me more to break it."

And it truly would hurt her to break it. Not only because it would be another betrayal to Bucky- which made her physically nauseous to even consider after everything she had seen- but because the bond was actually helping her right then. If Bucky were awake, the bond would allow them to feel each other's emotions. But, since he was asleep, there was only numbness coming from him. That numbness was what Mia had wrapped her emotions in- was what was keeping back all the horrible feelings that were writhing inside her right then. Without that, she would have to feel everything she didn't want to, and Mia didn't think she could survive that.

Loki and Carol knew what she was doing though, could feel what was happening within their daughter due to the bond between them. "You can't stay numb forever," Loki warned her softly, eyes filled with a compassion that surprised the near-forgotten Asgardians watching him. "You are a shell of a being pretending to be whole."

Carol took her daughter's hand. "You can't hide from us. You can try, but eventually even you won't be able to pull off playing normal. You have to let yourself feel."

"Feel what?" Mia lashed out, pulling herself to her feet and stepping away from everyone. "Feel the consequences of what I've done? The guilt, the rage, the self-loathing? Feel even worse about myself for abandoning someone else after I've severed the bond tying us together? On top of everything else, you want me to hate myself for leaving him alone, forsaken and forgotten? Sorry, but I don't think any of those are actually worth feeling."

"And what happens after he wakes up?" Carol challenged. "After this person is… unfrozen, you'll have to deal with his emotions on top of yours. And based on just the fact that you've formed a bond with someone who is literally frozen right now, I doubt his mental state is going to be any better alone."

"But at least he won't have to deal with them alone. I won't make him go through something like that alone just so I can spare myself the pain."

"Wait." Everyone turned to look over at Clint, who had moved away from Natasha and was standing a few feet behind Mia. "You've somehow bonded yourself to a man who's… what? Currently frozen? Like cryogenics?"

"Yes," Mia answered, shoulders hunched in preparation for his judgement.

To her surprise, all Clint asked was, "Is he a good person? Whoever it is you're bonded to?"

Is he a good person? Well, that was quite the complex question, wasn't it? "Are any of us?" she questioned in place of an answer. "Can any of us truly claim to be a good person? After everything we've seen and done, can a single one of us truly claim to be good?"

Clint sighed. "If he is not a trash person, do you really think he'd want you to hurt yourself this way for him? Because, if it were me, I wouldn't. I wouldn't want to have to deal with knowing I hurt someone who only wanted to help me on top of whatever mess is waiting for me when I wake up."

"You can't use somebody else to hide from your emotions," stated Steve. "It's not fair to them and it's not good for you."

Turning to face her family, Mia asked, "What if I break this bond and you don't like who I am afterwards? What if I don't like who I am after this?"

Pepper reached out and took her hand. "You know, I think we had this conversation once before- you don't have to be who you were, Mia. If you don't like who you've become, change into someone you do. No matter what, we'll love you either way."

Carol glanced at Pepper in admiration. "Damn." Looking back at her daughter, she shrugged. "She's right, and I'm pretty sure she said it better than I could have."

Mia started to shudder violently again as the cold spread further through her. Maybe they were right, maybe this wasn't sustainable, but how could she live with herself if she did this? How would she ever be able to face Bucky if she did this?

You are going to stay here and find your people. That's what her mother had instructed her to do before she left after the Battle of New York. You find them, protect them until you can show them how to protect themselves, and stop anyone who gets in your way.

But how could she protect them when she couldn't even protect herself?

You're going to save him. You will slay the HYDRA trapping him- you will murder any who get in your way.

And then afterwards, you're going to have to live with the fact that you have murdered more people than you can count for a man whose hands are soaked are also soaked in the blood of the innocents.

The link between her and Bucky broke with a snap.

I'm sorry, Bucky.


When Mia woke up, she was alone for the first time in days. After she had severed the bond with Bucky, she'd fallen into a catatonic state. When she'd come back to herself several hours later, she'd been in so much pain that she couldn't move. She knew her mother and father were next to her on the bed, could hear them speaking to her, but Mia couldn't find enough of her voice to respond.

It hurt. Gods, everything hurt.

She'd taken so many lives. She'd abandoned Bucky. She'd hurt her parents. She'd scared Tony, Pepper, Steve, and Bruce.

Everything she touched- either as Hermione or Mia- it felt like she ruined.

How could any of them even stand to look at her anymore? How could they stand to be near her? She was a monster- a murderer.

Her thoughts had stayed within that spiral for days and she did nothing more than stare blankly at the wall in front of her. No matter how hard her family tried, none of them could get through to her. Even her parents weren't able to penetrate through the misery coating her mind. The pain was so great that Mia sometimes felt like she was dying.

She wished she would.

Anything would be better than this. Mia had thought that she had reached the lowest point she could back during the war, but she was absolutely wrong.

You will be my champion.

Gods, even if she did die, Death would probably just send her right back. Even Dabria knew what an efficient killer she was.

She had killed them. How could she do that? They were innocent and she had sacrificed them to save herself.

She was no better than Dumbledore- allowing others to die in order to achieve her own goals. Sacrificing lives like chess pieces.

You try to fight the inevitable because you fear that, if you don't, you will turn into someone you hate.

There was no more cold anymore, no more numbness. Bucky was all alone. Mia had abandoned him- had forsaken him. There would be no forgiveness from him for what she'd done and that was only fitting because she didn't deserve it.

Forgiveness was a gift that she would never be able to earn.

She had no idea where her mom was right then, but she could her hear the smooth cadences of her father's voice and the low rumble of Thor's baritone coming from another room. It wasn't loud enough for her to hear what they were actually saying, but Mia instinctively knew that they were arguing about their upcoming return to Asgard.

As if on autopilot, Mia slid out of bed and snuck out of the apartment. Opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator, she climbed up to Tony and Pepper's floor. Stepping out into their entryway, Mia walked through the hallway leading to their bedroom but froze right outside her door. A wave of emotions kept her from knocking on their door.

How pathetic was she that she couldn't even spend a night by herself?

Why would Tony and Pepper even want to see her after what she had done?

The door opened suddenly and Mia flinched back slightly. Pepper had opened the door from the inside- somehow knowing that Mia was standing on the other side. "JARVIS told us you were here. Are you okay?"

Mia's hands clenched into fists at her sides. No. Not okay. Not alright.

Pepper's eyes softened with understanding and she slowly reached out to take Mia's hand. Gently tugging her into the bedroom, Pepper led her over to the bed and pushed her to climb in next to her brother. Tony- who was sitting up against the headboard and watching them with solemn eyes- wrapped an arm around Mia. "Hey, kid."

She didn't say anything, just burrowed her face into his chest next to his arc reactor and tried to slow her heartrate.

The bed sank down slightly as Pepper climbed in beside her and then shifted again as she covered them with the soft comforter, but the room remained silent for several long minutes.

The self-loathing Mia had been feeling before was still gripping her tight. She was an adult- a survivor of the Second Wizarding War in Britain and the Battle of New York. Yet there she was, forcing Pepper and Tony into what was surely an awkward position for them in order for her to feel safe.

Why did she deserve to feel safe when all those other lives never would?

"This would probably be less awkward if we had actually grown up together," Tony said abruptly, as if he knew what she was thinking.

"I think about it sometimes," he continued when she didn't respond. "What it would have been like if we had grown up together- if your birth certificate hadn't only been created a year ago. My parents still would have been dead not long after you were born so it would have been me responsible for taking care of you.

"Part of me thinks that I would have been terrible to you- would have left you alone with nannies and other professionals so that I could continue partying and wasting my life away. But another part of me thinks that taking care of you would have been the thing that kept me from spiraling. I would have made so many mistakes at first because I have no idea how to raise a child, but I would have done my best and we would have been okay. I would have spent nights reading you stories and watching Disney movies with you after eating far more dessert that either of should have had. Days would have been spent in the lab teaching you about things that should have been too advanced for you but weren't because you're so fucking smart. You'd have come running into my room after you had a bad dream and I'd have let you sleep here because I wouldn't be able to say no to you- something that you'd be sure to take advantage of as much as possible in the future. Not to do anything bad but so that you could stay up just a little bit longer to finish reading your book or just to sleep in my bed one last time." Tears were streaming down Mia's face as her brother described a life that they didn't get to have.

"I would have ended up homeschooling you because you would have been too smart for any actual school and I would have been too worried about you being bullied the way I was. Once I hired Pepper though, she would have made us sign up for different activities so that you could still socialize with kids your own age- martial arts classes, sports teams, library book clubs, or whatever caught your attention really. You would've idolized Pepper and constantly followed her around and I would have been so jealous at first but then you'd show up in the lab to sit with me or drag me out to do something and I'd know that you'd never forget about me no matter how much you loved Pepper."

Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Mia whispered, "She would have been so angry with us whenever we snuck out without her knowing. You would have had all these meetings and obligations you needed to attend to, but you would take me out instead and pretend that you had forgotten all about it. I would have scolded you for not taking things seriously enough but I would never have told you no when you wanted to run."

Tony's arm tightened around her. "You would have hated Obadiah from the beginning and I would have spent less time with him because of that. And then, when I went missing and control of the company went to you, you would have signed it over to Pepper immediately and run off on the first plane you could find to come and get me."

Giving a small laugh through her tears, she responded, "I would have bullied you into giving Pepper more power far earlier than that; I would have seen that she was far more capable than the two of us combined and put her in charge."

"I would have been so angry if you had run off," Pepper chimed in quietly, reaching out to place a hand on Mia's arm and squeezing gently. "I would have been calling every military contact we knew and demanding they find you. They wouldn't be able to though- you'd have kept yourself so well hidden that no one could find you until you wanted to be found."

"And then, when I was found and heard what you had done," Tony continued. "I would have been terrified. I would have been desperate to find a way to protect you. When I became Iron Man, it wouldn't have just been a way of keeping myself safe, but also as a way to ensure that I would always be able to protect you.

"Maybe it would have worked. Maybe you would have stayed out of the entire Battle of New York and I would have been the one to send that nuke through the portal while you were safe and sound with Pepper. The Kree wouldn't have come here, you wouldn't have been captured, and everything would have been okay. Or maybe everything would still be the same. Everything still would have happened, and I still wouldn't have been able to save you."

Mia didn't know how she was supposed to comfort Tony when she couldn't even help herself. But, for the first time, she admitted out loud to them what she had done. "I killed them."

Tony hugged her tightly. "I know."

"They were innocent and I killed them."

Pepper shifted over closer to them and also hugged Mia. "It's going to be okay."

"I don't know what to do now," Mia admitted. "I don't know how to live now with what I've done."

"One day at a time," her brother told her. "We take things one day at a time- together."


"It seems that, once again, Ronan has failed," Thanos rumbled.

Gamora remained quiet, allowing none of the relief she was feeling to show on her face.

"What now, Father?" Nebula asked, as eager to please as ever. "Shall I bring him to you?"

Thanos didn't even bother to glance at her. "Since Ronan has made progress with finding the location of the Power Stone, we shall allow him to live for a while longer."

"Are you sure it's wise to entrust him with such a task?" Gamora asked. When Thanos turned to look at her, she elaborated, "He has failed you before. If he were to fail you again, or if he were to find the stone and decide to keep it for himself, that could prove disastrous for you."

"And just what are you proposing, daughter?"

Ignoring the burning glare that Nebula was sending her way, she carefully suggested, "Allow me to retrieve it for you. You know that I am far more capable of finding and bringing you the stone than Ronan is. If you were to task me with this mission, you know that I would not fail you."

Thanos studied her intently, and Gamora forced herself to lock away all her hatred and anger towards Thanos so that he would not be able to see even a hint of it in her gaze.

"Please, Father, allow me to go!" Nebula hastily interjected. "I could bring you the stone much-"

"No," Thanos told Nebula sharply and the other woman instantly backed down. Turning his attention back towards Gamora, he questioned, "You believe that you could find it faster than Ronan can?"

If they hadn't just received word that the Captain had escaped Ronan's trap, then Gamora was sure Thanos would not have even considered allowing her, his favorite daughter, to go and search for the Power Stone. But, the Kree's failure paved the way for her opportunity. "Yes."

"Then go- bring me the stone. Do not fail me."


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