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I’ve been working this for like two years.... two years and I’m just now working on a new chapter.

Prologue

There were fires at the Jedi Temple; Liria could see the smoke from her apartment window, rising into the sky over Coruscant. It shocked her at first but then she was filled with and overwhelming sense of urgency to flee. She ran to her room and pulled a pack from her closet and started tossing in clothes. She wanted to get out of Coruscent as quickly as possible; she couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong at the Jedi Temple.

The sound of a child's crying flowed through her door.

"Connor, check on Le," Liria called to her ten year old son.

The boy jumped off the sofa where he'd been watching the holotoons. He skipped down the hall to his room where the baby lie in her crib.

"Lifa, what's wrong?" He asked, reaching through the bars and held her tiny hand.

The little girl, not even six months old cried insistently, only holding Connor's fingers out of reflex.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," He pulled away and ran to the kitchen.

On the counter he found clean bottles and grabbed one and filled it with warm water and powdered formula. He rushed back to his crying sister, shaking the bottle on the way. He plucked the nipple in her mouth and she immediately began to suckle.

"Is everything alright?" Liria came in with another pack and started filling it with the children's clothes.

"She was just hungry," He watched his mother. "What's wrong?"

"We're leaving," Liria told him.

"Is Re coming?" Conner switched hands with the bottle so he could turn to watch her.

She stopped what she was doing to look at him. Sadness filled her eyes.

"I don't know," She said quietly, but then continued to pack clothes for her children.

The sudden sound of the door to the apartment swishing open alarmed her. She dropped the pack and rushed out to see who had entered.

"Liria?" The familiar voice called.

She was relieved to hear his voice and when she saw him the world seemed to right itself. She always felt safe in his presence. Like nothing in the galaxy could touch them as long as he was here. He met her half way across the common room, his white and 108th blue striped armor was cover in a thin layer of grim and sported a new scorch mark on his armored bicep. It always left a pit in her stomach to see his armor tagged by an opponent.

"Re, what's happened?" She put a hand on his chest plate.

His hands came up to grip her shoulders. His brow was knitted together with worry and it could be felt through his strong hands gripping a bit too tightly.

"You need to leave Coruscant. Something terrible has happened. I fear it won't be safe here any more," He told her.

"What happened?" She asked him, but he only pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly.

He pressed his head next to hers. He seemed calm but she knew there was a galaxy of turmoil within him. She could always tell when something upset him, even if he never spoke of it. It was in the way he breathed, the way he could look at her, or touch her. He wasn't a very extroverted man so when he did things contrary to his nature she knew things were bad.

"Come with us," She said and pushed back to look at his face.

His eyes rounded with the unexpected request. "Desert the army?"

"Please, Re," She placed both hands on his face. "I-"

She never finished her sentence because the news that had interrupted Connor's holotoons was booming with applause and it drew their attention to it. On the screen was the Supreme Chancellor, cloaked in a dark robe to shadow his face from the senate and the viewers.

"In order to ensure our security and continue stability, the Republic will be reorganized in the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society!"

"Mom? Re? What's going on?" Connor stood at the entrance to the hall with an empty bottle in his hands.

"Get your things, we're leaving," Re told the boy.

Liria sighed in relief and turned to switch off the holovision. Connor quickly deposited the sink and ran back to his shared room to finish packing his mom had left in there.

"You should change," Liria told Re.

He nodded and went to her room where she kept civilian clothing for him, for when he'd come visit them. He dressed in a pair of brown cargo pants and a olive drab long sleeve shirt, he sat down to pull on his dark brown boots then stood. He grabbed the empty pack that Liria had left on the bed and placed his armor and under suit in it. When he left the room Connor was standing in the middle of the common room with his pack over one shoulder. He had changed into his favorite pair of pants, similar to Re's, and had on a dark grey jacket over his stormy blue shirt.

Liria was pulling on her boots over her dark brown pants. She clipped her belt in place over her tucked in rust color shirt.

Re went into the children's room and walked over to the crib. He looked down at the baby girl with a light shadow of dark hair on top of her head. She was awake and being very animated with her legs and arms. She made cooing noises along with high pitched squeals that made him smile.

He reached down and picked her up cradled her close to his chest. Her eyes were changing color. He remembered she'd been born with the most amazing blue eyes he'd ever seen in his short existence. Now they were turning brown, the same shade as his eyes.

She ran her hand across his shirt, feeling the fabric with her fingers and made a long whining sound.

"Don't worry little one, I won't let anything happen to you,"

She stared up at him as he talked.

"Daddy is going to take care of you."….

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16680511/chapters/39116464

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I’m Amelia... Amelia Stark

Year 2089, New York.

Oscorp Industries.

  A group of men ranging from their early forties to early sixties, and one young woman in her early twenties, followed two men down the hall of Oscorp Industries. One of two men was tall with wide shoulders, blue eyes and blonde hair. He was dressed in a navy blue business suit and had handsome features. The other man was clearly a scientist as he was dressed in a lab coat, he was older than the business man but shorter, balding, and wore glasses.

 The woman was average height with dark hair and brown eyes. She wore a black suite with billowing dress pants and heels that clicked on the polished floor as she followed the blonde man. The two were the youngest of the group, but were clearly in charge.

 “This way gentlemen, and lady,” said the blonde man, he winked at the young woman. “Here at Oscorp we run hundreds of studies. From advanced technologies-”

 “It’s 2089, Taylor, how much more advanced can we possibly get?” Asked one of the older gentlemen in the group. They all chuckled and the woman smirked.

 “You’re right, Mr. Douglas, but we never stop trying to be better,” they all nodded in agreement with him. “As I was saying, studies on advance technology, medical technology, weapons tech, and so much more. This wing is dedicated towards the study of super-human biology, so that we can learn more about how our brethren acquire such unique genes that make them who they are.”

 “Human studies?” Asked the woman. “Those are outlawed.”

 The man turned around and put on a well practiced smile. “For the criminal, no. Our test subjects no longer have human rights, per the justice system.” He looked at the group with stern expression. “These are hard core criminals that would steal your fancy cuff links or murder you just because they can. And a few, well they would torture you just for the fun of it.”

 Some of the men grimaced, others kept a stony expression. They moved on down the hall and Taylor continued to explain what other types of studies they conducted on the criminals. The woman frowned as the approached the first of the many doors in the hallway. She peered into the window, inside was a boy, a teenager, sitting in the corner of the padded room. His hair was disheveled and he was pale.

 He looked up at her but didn’t make any effort to move, he looked resigned to his position in life. He looked pitiful and it chipped away at her already burdened heart.

 “Stark, stay with the group!”

 She looked at the group leaving her behind and then looked back at the boy only to be startled because he was now level with the window and looking at her with hope filled brown eyes.

 “Help me!” she heard his muffled voice plead. “Where’s Mr. Stark? Mr. Stark?!” He was screaming.

 “Amy! Keep up!”

 “C-coming!” She shouted back at them.

 “Please!” The boy was crying.

 “I’m sorry,” Amy put her hand on the window and then quickly left.

  Throughout the tour Amy couldn’t stop thinking of the boy in the padded room. Once they entered a conference room and they all sat down did she seriously question the legitimacy of Taylor’s claim that their subjects were all convicts. Why would a boy be locked up at Oscorp? Even if he was a juvenile delinquent there were other places for them, places for super-humans. New York certainly wasn’t one of those places.

 Ever since the war between humans and super-humans the country had been divided, the eastern seaboard all the way to Mississippi was the Eastern States of America. California Oregon, Washington, Idaho, the west part of Montana, Utah, Nevada, and Arizona were now the Republic States of California. All the states in between became sort of a no man’s land. Except Texas, which claimed Oklahoma and New Mexico. The Dakotas were restricted states, it’s where the super-humans were sent to live after the wars.

 Any super-human caught outside the Dakotas were committing a felony and jailed. But the children were an exception. They could be shipped back, depending on age or serve time in a juvenile delinquent center. It wouldn’t go on their record as a criminal act but it would still show on their record, if a crime was committed then they would be charged as an adult.

 “Amy?”

 She looked up, she’d been tapping her pen on the table through the whole meeting while she was thinking and now stopped as she looked at her joint share holders. “What?”

 “The proposition?” Taylor sat at the opposite end of the table as her.

 “Hm?” She raised her eyebrows, pretending she didn’t have a clue as to what they were talking about. Truthfully, she hadn’t been listening at all but it was always the same in these sort of meetings.

 “Ms. Stark, I know that you must have a lot on your mind but could you for once pay attention?” One of the share holders exclaimed, he was an old pudgy gray haired man, Mr. Murdock, she thought was his name.

 “The boy, what’s his crime?” She asked and looked down at the handout in front of her that read Oscorp-Stark Industries. She scratched out Oscorp with her pen.

 “What?” Taylor said, looking confused.

 “You know, the boy,” She circled Stark a few times and looked up at him.

 Taylor raised his eyebrows and the others looked at each other then to Taylor.

 “What boy?” Taylor said calmly leaning forward and placing a hand on the table.

 Amy slammed the pen down and stood up and raised her voice as she spoke. “The damn child being held in a padded room! The boy with the brown hair and the brown eyes! The kid who looked so far gone but then looked right into my eyes and begged for HELP! That boy!”

 Everyone stared in disbelief at her outburst. Taylor leaned back apparently unaffected. He sighed and folded his hands in front of him. “He murdered his parents, some how escaped the detention center in Wisconsin and fled here. He’s a psychopath and a master manipulator.” Taylor sighed again. “Ashamed, he seems so brilliant.”

 Amy sat down and looked at the paper in front of her. Everyone sat in silence, then Amy looked up at them.

 “Start Industries will not merge with Oscorp,” She stood back up and marched out, leaving behind the packet of papers that most likely had all the deals and terms that came with mergers.

 The other were protesting as she left the room but she didn’t stop. She kept doing, to the elevator, then through the halls, and back to the human trials wing. She stopped at the first door in the hall way and peered through the window again. He was sitting in the corner again, forehead on his knees. She rapped on the window with her knuckles and he looked up, his eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot.

 He jumped up from his seated position and raced to the door. “Help me, please!”

 “I will!” Amy told him. “I’m going to help you. What’s your name?”

 “I’m Peter… Parker,” He said and gave her a small smile.

 “Hi Peter, I’m Amelia. Amelia Stark.”

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My finished fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19219786/chapters/45697321

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Wake Me Up

“There’s something about dying that causes people to act hysterically. Not that I would disapprove if someone cried, lost some sleep, or fell into a pit of depression over my death. That’s right, my death. I, Tony Stark, husband, father, form super hero, am dead. Dead, deceased, expired.

It’s just that sometimes when people lose someone they love they sometimes do stupid things. I’ve done my fair share of stupid in the past, when I wasn’t dead, but this takes the cake. I would have never approved of such a mission, nor would I have taken part in such mission as it is.

Ok let’s be real, I totally would have done it if I were alive, and not dead, and if it was someone that I cared for a lot, that was dead. Like Pepper, definitely Morgan, hell even one teenage intern by the name of Peter Parker, whom by the way is going along with said plan.

I’m grateful, I really am. No really. It gives me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feels. Feels, everyone says feels right? But I’m gone. Finally at peace, finally resting. I don’t need bringing back. I don’t want to be brought back. I don’t... I need...

Who am I kidding? This place, what ever this place is, wherever this place is, it’s not heavenly. Though it’s not hellish either. If you believe in Heaven and Hell. This place is just... blank. There’s nothing, I’m nothing. It’s definitely not in my top five vacation places that’s for sure.

Maybe this is a hallucination. A dream. No, I’m dead, definitely dead. Their plan is never going to work. I’m dead.

I’m dead. Their plan isn’t going to work.

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

I’m dead...

...right?”