~Amelia Holli Stark~
"Emma! Where's my screwdriver set?!" I yelled as I tore through my workbench downstairs right next to dad's.
"Maybe if you'd put them away for a bit, you wouldn't have this problem!" A snappy, superior-sounding reply came from upstairs trough the intercoms.
Ever the "proper" girl, she didn't approve of bellowing throughout the house as a ways of communication. Where as Dad and I just don't care. She was so much like Mom that it frightened me sometimes.
"Emma Rebecca Stark! GIVE THEM BACK!"
It really was good thing Mom and Dad weren't home. Especially Mom. And especially because of what happened next.
She had come down the stairs of our large home and stood outside looking extremely smug. "I don't think so, dear sister."
"EMMA!" I yelled loudly at her.
She just shifted her position to having one prim, manicured hand on her cocked hip, the other rose into the air with a large black fabric case--that was my screwdriver set!!--encompassed by her other perfectly manicured hand.
I let out a monstrous roar and ran at her. I dodged random things that were strewn throughout the work area because of my mad search. And then, having successfully leapt over the numerous cars and then DAD'S work table with an aerial flip that would make Aunt Natasha proud, I ran straight to her.
Straight into the glass door.
Then I fell backwards.
And Emma couldn't hold back her laughter any more.
This really only enraged me further. My stupidity. So, I thought about what was best to do next. I tried to unlock the door. It wouldn't budge.
I glared out the door at my oh so loving identical twin sister. "JARVIS, please unlock the door."
"I'm sorry, Amelia, you are no longer authorized to have control of my useages." JARVIS said.
"I locked you OUT, Ammie**!" Emma cackled evilly.
"WHAT?!" I repeated dumbly.
I had to think of something fast.
I looked down at my feet and my hands came into view. I had my BRAND NEW pulser rays on!
Although they were only the rays and nothing more. And...they were still a prototype because I couldn't finish them without my screwdriver set, so I had to be careful.
I looked back at Emma and then raised my right hand in a fist.
"You wouldn't use them! They're not sanctioned yet!" She shrieked unnaturally high.
I smirked back at her. How right she was. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't punch my way through the glass! With my bare hands... But who cares? Dads had worse, right?
So, I did exactly that. And I got my hand through it on the first try.
And then the pain enveloped my body. The excruciating pain that went all the way up to my elbow, where the momentum had stopped and the blood was all over the place. There were glass fragments all over the place, and in my skin. Deep lacerations marred my once beautifully olive skin.
Emma was screaming at me, demanding to know if I was okay.
I was crying, gently pulling my arm out of the large hole I made in the door.
I ripped the pulser ray off my injured arm and screamed when I did. The pain was horrible.
And I was stupid.
Mom and Dad would be on their rushed ways back home, their phones and sensors going off the wall. Somehow, they had this dormant power and when Mom was pregnant with us, it surfaced. Well, at first with Mom. She could hear us, feel our emotions, and our pain. Directly on which part of our body we were feeling pain.
And when she gave birth, dad could too. And we all had this ability now. So, I could feel Emma and Mom and Dad freaking out and getting worried by my pain and everything.
"Call them." I croaked out. Don't tell them why I did it. Mom'll ground me from my work!" I pleaded.
And for some reason, it might be because she loves me and could also do with the fact that she could feel my pain, she agreed and called them.
"Emma?! Is Amelia okay?? What happened?!" Mom was hysterical.
I could hear her. And then my phone started to ring off the wall, going bonkers. It was Dad. "Hello?" I chocked out thorough the pain and my tears.
"Ammie, I need you to get Mark XIV on and get ready for the ER. We're on our way home. And the Suit should help stabilize your body functions. You need the helmet on too. And not just because it's hot."
I nodded and called upon my nanites to form the suit Dad told me to. Instantly, my skin was hardened into a black and "hot rod" red iron suit, the only thing that stayed was my hair. Everything else was iron armor.
Dad knew I had it on. My pain stopped being immense and I could think straight again.
"Good. We're going to be right outside in two minutes. You two need to be there. I love you, and we'll see you soon." Daddy said and then the line went dead.
"Come on, Ammie. Mom said they'll be here in two. So, don't move. I'm going to move you." Emma said as she too used her nanites to pick a suit.
She had one on and picked me up like a fireman, she flew us outside and just as we were touching down, Uncle Happy pulled up in the new car with Mom and Dad up front.
"Get in!" Mom bellowed.
For being such a small, well-mannered, meek woman, my mother was scary and not to be messed with.
We got in, Emma gently laying me on the long back seat and then sitting on the ground in front of me.
"Go, Happy!" Dad snapped.
"What happened?!" They both bellowed like a bass drum.
"Ammie accidentally punched her arm through the glass door." Emma said smoothly.
"Wonderful." Dad quipped.
"How did she do that?!" Mom demanded.
"Well, she sort of tripped over some stuff on the ground in the basement and punched the door."
And then everything was black. I didn't hear or see or remember anything after that.
**Ammie: another version of Amy