THE GIFTED

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

THIRD POV

She had woken up with the start of a scream flying off her lips, the name echoing off of them was unfamiliar yet it had been the first in nearly four years that had actually turned into a scream.

The scream itself was so loud that all the glass, television included, and windows in her apartment on the top floor of the Stark Towers had shattered. With the echoings of the loud shriek of death bouncing through the air, little tinkling sounds as glass rained around the room and outside, she was faintly aware of the name falling off her lips.

Gabriel. Not someone she knew, at all, or ever. But for some reason, she could feel his heartbreak, feel his soul literally crying out, feel all the hope leave his body, she could feel exactly where he was physically and mentally.

The internal clock started ticking down as she mumbled numbers under her breath, a mixture of coordinates and seconds left as the images of his death flew through her mind.

The blood and brain painting the wall behind him. The picture of nine men floating to the ground with, one corner with a splotch of bright red blood and the other with a smudge of gun powder. The super handsome and giant tattoed man crashing into his body seconds late, sobbing over him as he picked him and ran all the way to the hospital. The blinding pain on her lower right hip as he dies.

Stumbling out of bed she slides on the glasses that had fallen off her father's face before he blipped, the crack that had been in the right lens had been fixed four years prior.

In mere seconds, Jarvis is establishing a holographic projection with a cloned drone above the sobbing form of this Gabriel.

She had learned years ago that only certain powers worked if she was being holographed. One of those powers happened to be the ability to control time, thanks to this really strange man in a cloak she had walked by on the street a few months ago.

The exchange between this Gabriel, the tattooed man, and her, was short. Meaning she was the only person to say something, which was normal when she was as mad as she is.

Time stood still around the three of them, the bullet frozen as she screamed at them, demanded them to go to the hospital with a threat. As soon as Gabriel moved from the bullet she left, time restarted, and she consciously returned to the room she was in.

Lydia Stark was the firstborn daughter of Tony Stark and a one-night stand he had at twenty-three. Her mother had died during childbirth, being strung out on cocaine and heroin due to the voices in her head, and Lydia herself spent the first six years of her life in an extremely abusive foster home.

At six she had hacked into the government's main database, watching over two-hundred hours of video footage that followed her mother until she saw that her mother went home with Tony Stark the night she should have been conceived.

Following the governmental hacking Lydia was taken into federal custody, not that they could legally charge her with her being literally six-years-old. The girl refused to answer any questions until her father was brought in with a DNA test.

Needless to say, after a full year of a very public custody battle Tony Stark won the rights to his daughter and had all possible charges dropped from her person, you know, from hacking the feds.

The first time she screamed was on her eighth birthday, which was the day she saw her father die in one of her super-creepy visions. Pepper had been the only actual mother figure in the girl's life, not that Lydia ever acknowledged her seeing as the abuse growing up had come from women. The day she screamed for the first time was the day she and Pepper bonded, saved her father, and had ice cream together.

One by one the small family of three faced the challenges thrown at them, Lydia is the one that pushed both her parents together in the end. Pepper was her mother, seeing as her actual mother was dead and didn't give a shit, and Tony her father.

From ten to twelve years old Lydia was held in captivity by Hydra, as the explored her Banshee genetics and treated her like a lab rat. That Hydra base was where her gift was unlocked, which was a mutated gene that wasn't expressed until life or death situations. That same gift was the reason she escaped, that and Wanda and Pietro's help after they figured out she was innocent, they had been the ones to kidnap her in the first place.

"Ly, are you okay? Who was it?" The quiet voice of Harley Keener, a boy roughly her age that her father had bunked with during the Extremis attacks, before the blip of course.

The sound of her wailing younger sister, roughly four years old, and the sirens in the distance where what snapped the girl back into reality.

She was standing in the middle of the room, glass digging into the soles of her feet, little cuts littering her exposed skin from the initial shattering, her red hair wild around her from literally just being woken up, wearing nothing but the smallest booty shorts (way above where her father would want) and one of her father's shirts (that had lost its smell years ago).

Tears quickly filled Lydia's eyes, she hated the whispers in her head, and she hated when she was forced to scream, to give the cry of death, she had sentenced to many people to death with that cry.

"Someone tried to kill themself!" She whispered, rushing to the shaggy-haired boy and her younger sister, who was wrapped up in his arms, despite the broken glass on the floor and the glass digging into her feet.

Harley didn't say anything at first, wrapping both the girls he now considered family into his arms as they clunge to each other and cried.

He himself had blood dripping out of his ear, the scream having done that, though he had already whipped of the blood that had came out of Morgan's ears. Lydia would never forgive herself if she knew the scream had hurt her little sister, she would never forgive herself for not being able to control it.

"People kill themselves all the time, Ly, why did you scream for this one?" Harley asks in a gentle voice, pulling out of the hug and looking down at her.

With a confused look, puffy exhausted eyes, and trembling voice she replies back with a simple, "I don't know, but I'm going to find out. Jarvis, prepare the jet whichever hospital that dumbass is taking the other dumbass."

In an instant, the flustered, scared, seventeen-year-old girl disappeared and the in control, angry, spontaneous, closed-off daughter of Tony Stark appeared. And she was pissed as hell.