"All my life I've been called a monster. But when I met you, you showed me otherwise."
Iron man 2-Avengers: Endgame
I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS OR MARVEL MOVIE PLOTS! I ONLY OWN ELLIOTT MILLER AND MY PLOT! ALL OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO MA...
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Flashback.
Chapter 2-stark expo
"excuse me, I don't think I know you, are you close with stark?" Natalie asked.
Elliott jumped by her sudden voice, not hearing her walk up to him.
He turned to face her, her green eyes looking straight into his blue ones.
"Uh yeah I am, I'm staying here for awhile, Mr. stark was kind enough to let me stay here while I look for a place of my own." the lie rolled off of Elliott's tongue easily.
"Oh well that's nice of him, it's nice to meet you..."
"Miller, Elliott Miller." he responded nervously.
"Well I'll be seeing you around." she said smiling before she walked away.
"Alright let's get back to work before this one faints." tony said laughing at the young man.
Chapter 9-My memories are horrible
"Good answer, ima go check on him, make sure we didn't brake him to Much." Natasha walked out of the gym ignoring Clint's stares.
She made it to the locker room and nocked on the door. "Who is it!?" Elliott yelled from inside.
"The person who kicked your ass." Natasha joked.
"Come in."
Natasha opened the door, Elliott was the only one in the locker room, he slipped on a new black shirt, he also had on gray joggers and his pair of running shoes.
"What's up?" He asked putting on his jacket turning to face Natasha.
"Nothing, just thought to check on you. You seamed a little out of it after the sparing." Natasha said carefully, she didn't want to push it, if he didn't want to talk about anything.
Elliott didn't respond, he stayed quiet. His hand pressed against his side, the burn scars still pressent.
"You okay?" Natasha asked again.
"Yeah." Elliott went to walk out the door, Natasha stopped him by putting her hand on his chest.
"Natasha please—" she cut him off by placing a hand on his mouth.
