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A Stark and a Hammer should never have been friends. It just wasn't right. In fact... it was just plain wrong. Like, water and fire. Cats and dogs. Apple sauce on pickles. Pineapple on pizza. They just weren't compatible with one another. So when an eight year-old Diana Rogers-Stark befriended a nine year-old Harrison Hammer, you could see the problem.
At first the pair didn't even know about their family rivalry. They were just kids after all.
The blonde met the brunette at a baseball practice for their little league team. When Diana first came to the Stark residence she struggled immensely with her strength. So in order to fix that Tony put the girl into a baseball league.
Of course the company running the event had told the trillionaire that girls were unable to play baseball and recommended softball instead. Though, as Diana's doctors had recommended, she needed to be pushed in order to learn strength control.
So Tony Stark bought the company and made it a gendernuteral league.
Of course if the great Iron Man was doing something, it didn't take long for others to quickly do the same. Before the world could blink every high ranking company was sponsoring sports teams and putting their own legacies in sports of their own. With the Hammer's being no exception.
To this day no one knows if Justin Hammer had put his son in Diana's league "The Songbirds" on purpose or not. But that's where the most unethical friendship began.
After only one practice the two became attached at the hip. Begging to hangout after practice to work on their techniques and to show off their toys to the other. They were only eight and nine after all.
Though as many childhood friendships fizzled, they were no exception. But that could easily be blamed on Harry's father, who wanted to be Tony Stark so bad it destroyed not only his life, but his company and relationship with his son.
It wasn't that they fought. They each knew it wasn't the other person's fault, but when Harry had left Malibu and was taken to New York to live with his aunt Mandy Hammer-Zimmer, they lost touch. Never reconnecting.
Which is exactly why Diana had pocketed her way to his residence.
The birthday girl's legs immediately gave out the moment she exited her tiny Pocket. Wobbling before falling to her knees.
A place that was close but at the same time unexpected. As who in their right mind would think that the Lady Liberty would ever voluntarily go to the home of Colette Zimmer?
Diana's fingernails dug into the hardwood as she tried to keep herself from passing out. Dry heaving out of shock and fear as she forced herself up. Not even focusing on the beautiful penthouse that was the Zimmer home as she scanned for any source of nourishment. Finding a kitchen not too far from her spot.
