I wake up and push the lid off the box, the nails no longer present. I slowly climb out of the box and leave the room, not noticing that it is different than the one previously. My bag is still slung over my shoulder, and judging by the weight, nothing is missing. A man appears before me, very familiar looking, but not in a bad way.

"Sir," he shouts. "There is a young girl down here!" Footsteps from above. I'm frozen in place, scared that if I move I will be attacked. Another man, also familiar, appears behind the first man. Wait...that moustache...

"Howard-stache," I say, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open. He aged quite a bit! He stares at me.

"Ellis Rogers. How is this possible?" Howard wonders. Staring at me. I see, the man next to him is Jarvis! Why did they age? I repeat the question to them.

"It is 1978, Miss. I am confused on how you are still so young," Jarvis says to me. I open my mouth and close it repeatedly.

"I--wh--ho--19--wh--" I keep stuttering. Then I finally say, "Where's Mum?"

"She's alive and still in New York," Howard-stache explains. "She's fine."

"I want to see her," I say. Howard sighs. "I want to."

"We're in California, and she's in New York. That isn't happening right now. And I'm extremely busy. Not now."

"You could just send me over," I suggest.

"I'm not sending you over by yourself, you would be better off staying here." Stubborn Stark. I guess I have no choice. And thus, I was illegally adopted by Howard Stark (and Maria Stark. She was okay with it).

I met Tony who was 8 at the time. 2 years younger than me, me physiologically. So, I kind of became an older sister to him, but not really because he just didn't care.