"You're," I felt my breathing come to a complete stop as Ivan Vanko emerged from the shadows. How long had he been there? "You're suppose to be dead. You were dead!" I exclaimed losing control of my tone.

"Well obviously not little Stark," He spoke, that thick Russian accent coming through his voice. "I live because of Hammer." I could hear my heart pounding loudly within my chest, my eyes met his and they were not going to be able to stop staring at him. He had died in some explosion, it was suppose to be over. But here I was sitting in a chair face to face with a killer. It wasn't the fact that he was covered in numerous tattoo's, his chaotic hair or his aura. Everything screamed danger and death but it was his eyes that caused me to be afraid the most. They were cold, emotionless even. He made a tsk sound as he lifted up my hand looking at the makeshift bandage. I cringed feeling his grip on my hand, I didn't want him looking at me, and touching caused me to get physically sick. "No harm. I asked for one thing. No harm."

"Well consider harm done," I shot at him, pulling my hand from his grip. Pain rushing back into my body. "What did Hammer even get you out of Jail for? You building him suits or something?" He shook his head. I was partially stalling knowing Pepper would probably be wondering where I am, and dad was probably raising hell to find me. "You're not?"

"Hammer thinks I build him suits," He scoffed shaking his head. I could agree with him there, Hammer was an idiot. "I care for only one thing. My father." Well we had that in common, we cared for our fathers. "And thanks to your grandfather, he died a poor, broken man."

"My grandfather?" I questioned tilting my head to the side.

"He stole from my family," Ivan hit his chest in frustration as he explained. "My father and your grandfather worked together. Building the arc reactor. When it was done, Howard deported my father over nothing!" I cringed hearing his voice raise, I was in the presence of a man who could probably kill me with his bare hands and not care.

"You'd kill my father and I over something my grandfather did? I'm innocent yet you condemn me to die?" I yelled up at him, earning a sharp slap across my cheek, I whimpered in pain lowering my eyes.

"Innocent?" He spat. I could tell his anger was increasing by the way his accent increased as he spoke about my family. "No! The Stark family are thieves and killers. Your father lives off the creation my father built. He gets glory and money that my father rightly fully deserved, and you. His heir. Are just the same, but after tonight it will be different." A shiver ran down my spine as he moved closer to me, a smile on his face that caused my skin to pale. He was going to enjoy killing me. I was going to die. My mind raced over my memories, flashing with all the good and the bad. I wanted to scream out for help, I just wanted to scream. But I refused to, I refused to scream and let the tears fall down my face. Ivan pulled something from his pocket and he showed me my phone, it was cracked but not broken. I watched as Ivan went through my contacts finding the contact Tony (Dad). It was put up to my ear and he motioned for me to say something.

"Jaedyn? Christ are you alright? Did you get away, what's going on?" Dad's voice was frantic and I could tell that what Ivan was doing was trying to torture me, at least mentally. I was about to yell but the phone was taken away from me and Ivan gave me a dark smirk before putting the phone to his ear.

"How are you doing Tony?" He was obviously enjoying that both dad and I were struck with fear. I hated to think of how he was right now, what dad was feeling and thinking.

"If you touch her-" The anger I heard in my father's voice was more than I had ever heard before.

"Dad!" I yelled out and I heard dad hit something when I had called out to him. When I had done that though Ivan had spun facing me and he backhanded me so hard the chair I was strapped in fell over and I hit the ground hard. He pulled tape from off the desk and put a piece over my mouth. I had landed on my shoulder and pain was shot through my body.

"I double cycle," Ivan spoke, but his words were cut by dad interrupting him.

"You what?" Ivan picked up me and the chair sitting me straight up.

"Double cycle's more power, good advice," Ivan powered up a computer in the room and began to type on it. When he did so I began to struggle on the bindings and used my left hand that wasn't bleeding and tried to pull off the tape. If I could I would scream to dad whatever that could help him. Hammer was here, so we were probably in a Hammer warehouse. I would yell Hammer and that could probably do the trick.

"You sound pretty sprightly for a dead guy."

"You too." I stopped struggling trying to comprehend what Ivan had just said. You too? What does he mean that dad sounded good for a dead guy?

"Now I will right what wrongs your father did to my family. I will let you experience forty years of pain in forty minutes. Starting with your daughter."

"If you hurt her-"

"Oh don't worry, she'll die long before you do." Ivan hung up before dad could say another word. Dad knew I was alive, but for how long? My mind wandered to dad, what would he be thinking now. Would he be thinking about how I would be tortured, or would he be imagining how I would be lying in a pool of my own blood. Ivan had promised dad that he would get rid of the last two remaining Starks, he was going to stay true to his promise. He ripped off the duck tape and I cringed when I soon felt the stinging after.

"What did you mean, when you said you too?" I asked and watched as when he had returned to typing furiously. He stopped suddenly slowly turning to face me.

"You do not know?" He returned to me, I stared to him. My face now showing my fear, a sick smile crossing his lips. "Your father is dying," I shook my head furiously trying to pretend I didn't hear what he had said. "The palladium core in his chest, in the arc reactor is poisoning him. Painfully way to go, weeks maybe days to live at most." That was it, the secret. The one dad couldn't tell me, or Pepper. He was dying. I didn't want to cry but I began to feel the coolness of tears fall down my face. It all made sense now, his behavior, paleness and weigh loss. The way he was so secretive was because he didn't want to tell me that I would have to lose him again. Ivan was just staring at me with a smile on his lips, he was glad to see me breaking with this knowledge.

"Fuck you!" I cried up to him and when he gripped my face in his hand I wished I hadn't done that. He pulled me close and narrowed his eyes to me.

"Don't be angry, you'll both be dead together." It was fair, I had just gotten him back. He released my face harshly and I felt my jaw tense. He had came back from Afghanistan and was bruised and scarred, but now I was going to lose him permanently. The thing in his chest that once saved him, was now killing him. A small sob escaped my lips and I looked to my hands in my lap. "Don't cry little Stark."

"Shut up!" I yelled again, I was flooded with emotions and I just wanted to let them all go. But I did my best to hold them in. I grit my teeth and met his eyes once more. "Shut up."

"Think of it as, karma," He hissed to me. "Your grandfather made the mistake of causing my father to die poor. Your fathers father had caused me to go to jail to try and give my father the slightest comfort, but he died in pain. While you and your father lived in luxury." He moved around me and bent down to my ear whispering to me. "Do you know what they do to you in prison?" He questioned moving around me so I could see him. He had gripped my crushed hand so fast I barely had time to register what was happening. I felt a sharp jolt of pain when he tugged harshly on my pinkie finger. The pain hit me and I couldn't contain my scream. He had smiled the whole time, I wanted so much to smack him but I couldn't feel anything but pain. "They break all of these. One by one." He showed me his fingers as if to share in the pain I was having. His fingers were bent and swollen slightly. His fingers had been broken and they were never fixed completely. I wiggled my left hand trying to break free from the duck tape. Lucky it did and I gave him a left hook sending him stumbling over. Quickly as I could I unbound my feet and made a break fro it. But when my hair was grabbed my whole life flashed before my eyes. He'd kill me now, if I let him. I brought my leg back as hard as I could and I heard him cry out in pain.

"You deserve that," I shot back at him. "I don't didn't do anything wrong, I don't deserve this." He had uttered something in Russian which was probably a curse word. I went to run for the door but I fell to the ground when he tackled me, my hands went to defend myself but that only helped him as out of nowhere he pulled a knife. He grabbed my broken hand and took my palm unwrapping it. I cried out and he only put his other hand on my throat, tight. My left hand clawed at his face but it didn't work as I could hardly breath but when he dragged the knife over my skin I yelled out. Letting out a sharp scream, the cut went entirely across my palm. When there was no more voice to my scream I just stared up at him over me. I felt everything happening to me, but I had no more strength to fight. Help, please. Dad...

"You deserve this." Ivan had whispered to me, I remained motionless. He moved away from me, standing up and picking me up. He put me in the office chair he had sat in. I felt the knife on my clothes, being wiped off. He dragged the knife softly up my collarbone and rested it on my cheek. I still didn't move, I was completely still, I didn't dare breathe. Was he going to kill me now? Get it over with, I'm tired. So tired. If he did this he would focus on dad. But he wouldn't not now, he wanted to hold out until the last moment possible. He wanted to enjoy my suffering, then he wanted to see the suffering on dad's face. Just a little longer, be strong. I've been through this, I survived. I would hope to survive this, but that would remain to be seen if dad could get her soon. Please, dad... My eyes were close as I waited for the next cut, but he didn't. he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "Say Ahh." He wanted me to open my mouth? Hell no. I didn't want to be he forced my mouth open with his disgusting fingers and I took the chance that I had to bite his fingers as hard as I could. Which only caused him to be even angrier. He opened my mouth again putting the knife at my throat as he did, I wanted to freak out and I kicked at him but when he gripped my tongue I stopped moving. "It's like the dentist."

"Fuck your dentist." I went to raise my leg hard but his grip made my eyes see black spots.

"I will silence your lying tongue," He began and I felt adrenaline begin to pump through my veins. His grip loosened on my neck only slightly enough for me to gasp for air. "At least I can silence one Stark's lying mouth." I began to thrash in my seat, but he had only tightened his grip on my throat. If I was to survive this I would have bruises and scars for a long time. This was so much worse than Obadiah but it had the same affect. I felt the tears pouring down my face as I couldn't believe he was going to get away with this. I was going to die. Dad would be alone, I mean he would have Pepper. But how could he survive losing a child, I barely lasted losing dad. And I didn't really lose him. If I could I would rewind time and forgive dad, tell him we would work everything though I would do it in a heart beat. But at the moment I didn't know if my heart would continue to beat after tonight. I felt the blade touch my tongue and I waited for the pain to come but it was slow. He had wanted to inflict maximum damage and pain as slow as he could. So he could, I don't know get off or relish in the moment. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my body was shaking. Suddenly he released my face and that's when instead of my heart beat in my ears, I was flooded with the computer beeping. He had pushed me away from the desk and looked at the computers. My chair hit the wall harshly and I let out a whimper again.

I heard his low growl and he had began pulling up the cameras to the security feeds. I let the few tears that had stung my eyes fall before I wiped my eyes with my okay hand. There was blood all over my right arm, I hadn't noticed it until I had looked at my hand, too much blood. The cut had slowed bleeding only slightly. I needed to get out of here, before he finished the job. I needed to get away if I even could. What would I do if I had gotten away? I could only run for so long, and if I was lucky I could hide. That would only last so long though if I didn't find medical attention for my hand, and soon.

"Your father is quicker than expected Jaedyn," I heard Ivan's voice, he was obviously angry and nothing was going to ease his war path. The beeping had ceased and I saw dad on the cameras just as he had shut them off.

Dad...

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