@troublemckerâ | For A Girls Night Starter | Also Pain
`Kaylee didnât know how many hours she had been on her feet. The last few weeks have been a blur of a hellish nightmare. World wide bombers were going into cities, their bodies glowing a white hot light sheâd only seen as Stark tech, murdering thousands of innocent people. There was no proof Stark tech was the culprit, but the way her father left the office in her hands told Kaylee she wasnât the only one who recognized the technology. And if she recognized it, who knew who else did?
If that werenât terrifying enough, the attacks made their way on the home front. People, every day people, walking into Stark Industry buildings and finding the weakest points in all of them that would send the entire structure to the ground before detonating, killing hundreds more. The news was starting to point fingers, and it was never good who they pointed the fingers at.
Weeks of this chaos, weeks of Kaylee coming home, biting back sobs until she wrapped her arms around Zeke and it came out in a flood. Sheâd sit on the couch, curled up in the crook of his arm as the carnage filled their TV screen. A mere twenty-four hours ago when she saw him looking down at her, it never occurred to the heiress that the look in his eye was glee not concern.
Kaylee pressed her back to the door as it closed behind her. The big spacious living room, clean white furniture, a wall made of glass as it looked out of the city. Less than a day ago this was her home, now it was a mausoleum of memories. Of what that son of a bitch did to her family. Of what he did to the world! Her breath caught in her chest and for the first time since this ordeal began numbness was washed away by unbridled anger. Kaylee flew to the couch, picking it up easily in her hands and ripping it in half with a scream of fury. She chunked one half at the wall the television clung to sending shards of glass flying through the air. Each moment her fists made contact with walls, the events flashed in her mind.Â
The underground lab that only the highest level Stark employees had access. The text message from her dad asking her to meet him there. The broken equipment that sparked with electricity when she found. The way her fatherâs voice screamed at her to leave before a blast like sheâd never seen hit him square in the chest, sending him across the room. In a flash, Kayleeâs outfit turned from her business suit into the black and red one of Warbird.
The way her heart sunk in her chest when she saw it was none other than Zeke who had attacked her dad was a feeling Kaylee had never experienced before. The confusion that took her over. The way her dad tried to pull her out of her stunned state. But most of all, what stuck in her mind, was the way he cackled at her. The man sheâd given her heart, body, and soul over to for the last two years, and it was all a game. A twisted plot for him to paint the world crimson, using her hands as brushes.Â
Kaylee, heâs got more of those weapons. I can shut them down but I donât know what will happen to me in the meantime.
Tonyâs voice spoke out to her. Kaylee wasnât as skilled an engineer as him, or her brother, but she was still above average, and she knew exactly what he was planning. âDAD NO!â she cried out to him but it was too late. There was no changing Tony Starkâs mind once it was set to something.
Darling, this isnât your fault. Itâs mine. Itâs my price to pay. I know youâll stop him. I know youâll take care of your brother and your sister. You kids are the best thing Iâve ever done with my life. Stay sweet, my little heiress.
And with that, the spark of Stark technology came apart at the seams. Tonyâs ability to nullify Stark tech via extremis was a dangerous one. Not just for those who used it, but is very own mind.
âNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!â she shouted watching as his body went down. Zekeâs laughter was cut short by his own gauntlets crackling as they puttered to a stop. Kaylee sky rocketed, slamming into him, his cheek caving against her fist as she pounded into him relentlessly.
Do it. Fucking kill me, just like your dad killed mine he sputtered, coughing up blood and teeth.
Kaylee stood up, feeling the rage burn through her. âYou arenât worth the brain space, you useless fucking worm.â she spat venom at him. There were other things to take care of. Mainly getting her dad to Dr. Foster, and Reed Richards. If anyone could save him, it would be them.
You stupid fucking bitch! he yelled after her.
Quick as lightning, Kaylee spun on her heel, her hand grabbing his thigh and tearing it away from his body. She put her hand over the open wound, letting the heat that radiated off of her cauterize the wound as steely blue eyes stared down his. âThere are worse things than death Stane.â she growled, gripping his hair in her fist and slamming his head against the wall forcing him to black out.
Sudden loud knocks brought Kaylee out of her flashback and she shook her head slightly confused. She didnât even remember moving on from the living into her bedroom, but the chaos was just as fearsome. Shattered windows, broken dressers. One of Zekeâs shirts was flapping in the wind, hung up on a broken piece of the window.
Kaylee wasnât in the mood for company. After the battle, she flew her father to the hospital and waited on her family until her mother finally convinced her to come home. It was a hard decision, but selfishly, Kaylee couldnât see the look on her face any longer.
âIâm not really in the mood for compan-â Kaylee started as she opened the door before coming face to face with her best friend.Â