Secrets, every family has them, maybe not quite as big as my family's. Hi, I am the one and only Tony Stark's daughter. Unfortunately I can't flaunt this parentage because my dad has isolated me from the rest of the world all in the name of "keeping...
When I walked back in the training room, Nat was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed in her black combat suit, hair as perfect as always.
"Ready?"
"Seriously? Look who you are talking to? I'm a Stark...I'm was literally born ready," I rolled my eyes and walked over to her.
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( this is the look on your face XD )
"Ok then hot shot. If you think you are so good, how 'bout lets start with a small match with Steve," Nat answered never missing a beat.
"Sweet. The oldie, easy." I stood there waiting but I never saw him. "Where's the old man. Is he too scared to fight this young whipper snapper or is he taking a nap?" I asked mockingly.
"Right here," He had walked up behind me and as soon as I turned around, he banged me in the head with his sheilding sending reeling backwards onto the floor.
"Ow, hey no fair I wasn't ready," I glared at while rubbing the now sore spot on my head.
"You're a Stark; weren't you born ready? I guess not," he asked hands on his hips
"Haha. Very funny. Enough chat," and I sprang off the floor launching myself against his sheild feet first.
He quickly countered reaching for my arm, restraining any of my punches. I dropped to the floor and kicked my feet under him knocking him off his feet.
Attempting to pick up his manly pride, he got up and went full on. At this point I knew I was no match for this super soldier, I am smart enough to realize that, so I went on the defensive. Trying to catch my breath, I wasn't watching his incoming fist headed straight for my stomach. The punch was accidentally stronger than indended launching me into the wall. My head has slammed the wall so hard, I felt blood dripping from my nose and ears, and my eyes were blurring and swimming in stars.
"Y/N!" Steve yelled realizing what he had done and ran over to me. Then I lost it. Though I could barely see, I started fighting him with unexplainable strength and skill, bringing everything I had. It was a strange feeling though. I felt like I was the one moving but not making the movement, like I was just present in anothers body.
Steve barely had time to react, but gathered his witts and fought back...well more like defending himself...which wasn't going very well. He finally landed one, bringing out all the anger I had been holding. The anger from being hurt by my dad, from being isolated and trapped like an animal, being talked down to, being told I was not fit to be an Avenger, from having to keep my identity a secret, from having to keep my power a secret, from being tortured....With each thought, my strength and intensity increase almost pushing Steve to his limit.
