Chapter 3

Don't care

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Everything that can possibly go wrong... happened.

I moved from country to country since... well since a while.

I made friends with multiple people and lived a life of crime to stay hidden from my captors, I've been trying to find a way to get ahold of my brother ever since I escaped.

I can't say I'm living a life my parents wanted me to have, I mean, look at me.

I'm no miracle.

But to survive I did things I'm not proud of, nor ashamed of, I killed to keep myself safe and to keep a roof above my head. I didn't really have a choice once I landed in earth I mean, my face was scarred to the point where anyone could recognize me, my aura was easy to track and that's when I decided to become an assassin for a man named Fury.

He offered me a well-paying job and complete invisibility to the outside world, I got an apartment well-hidden and another job as a waitress for a high-end club that is secret to the public. I got to restart my life with the name Ana, I didn't particularly like the given name, however I had no choice but to be grateful for the offer he had given me. In return, I of course killed the people he wanted me to kill, from high end CEOs to nobody's, in the beginning I felt horrible for killing these people, but as time went on, I've come to accept their fate when I just had to worry about my own.

At the age of 16 I was able to escape from an unknown world to earth, I landed in Chicago where I was easily traced by those aliens, time and time again as I ran from state to state I arrived in New York where a man in a red metal suit saved me.

He let me stay in his home for a few days till I met Fury, I guess he knew as soon as he saw me that I did not belong to the world I had entered and quickly took me away from the man in the red suit. He was horrified by Fury's actions and tried to take me away from him, looking back at it now I knew the man in the metal suit wanted me to live a normal life then to live a life that I am currently in. I remember the eyes he gave me, those eyes I've seen before, the eyes of a person that worried for me.

I remember after working for Fury for a few months the man in the red suit found me on one of my missions, he asked if I could help him find some people and in return I would get money, a home and anything at my feet. I was reluctant for the reason being I was already working for Fury, but in the end accepted the offer from the man I soon learned was called Mr. Stark.

Before I met these two men, I was a dog and I still am.

I was a dog running from its owner, they have me just the way they want, scared and traumatized, I have a collar around my neck just this moment.

Knowing they are out there searching for me.

That is what scares me, them, scratch that, he scares me, that horrible thing that caused my misfortune...

To be able to survive this long is a curse to be completely honest, knowing my twin gave himself up for me to survive is torture.

I hate that I've tried to end my own life ever since that day, but every time I'm close to give up I remind myself that my brother gave himself up for me to keep living. I know if he sees me now, he would regret his choice...

All I do is work, sleep, drink, and fuck around with different men.

I'm not proud of what I have become, neither do I hate the way I have chosen to live my life.

I got home last night with another random man from a bar close to my apartment, I don't really remember much, but as I reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone, I realized it wasn't much since I could still move.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"Are you still asleep?" I heard my friend Betty on the other line.

"Duh it's-," I look at my home screen to see it was 7 in the morning "7 so if you will excuse me- "

"No, no, no, Ana!" Betty yelled.

I roll my eyes as I began to sit up from my bed "what?" I groaned.

"Are you kidding me? Did you forget we have work today?" She asked.

"Maybe," I whispered and suddenly heard someone groan.

I jump up from my bed and quickly pull off my covers to only reveal the man from last night still in my bed.

"You've got to be shitting me," I mumbled "Betty I got to go."

"But work! You have to come and help!"

"I will! Jeez! I have to deal with an unwanted guest right now."

"Ana! -," Betty began before I ended the call.

"Get up," I yelled lightly.

The man groans and stays the same.

If I knew he was the type to expect something after sex I would've taken us to a motel instead of my apartment, I roll my eyes and grab the edge of my mattress before picking it up and watch the man tumble to the floor.

"What the fuck," he said in annoyed tone before looking up at me.

"I should be the one saying that."

"First time where a nightstand pushes me off her bed," He chuckled and ruffles his hair before looking up at me.

"Thought I'd wake up to a beauty not some fucked up piece of shit, now I regret even accepting your advances last night," He shook his head and got up before changing.

I know what you may be thinking.

That my heart just got shattered after that insult he just gave me, but honestly, it's quite weak from the others I was told before, and he wasn't much of looker, and also knowing that he came after only a minute I began to laugh loudly before walking towards him.

"Please, you aren't that much compared to others I've slept with," I look at him up and down before pushing him on my bed "your face is alright," I laughed as I looked down to his area "your buddy down there... he needs a long way to go," I mumbled before grabbing him from his pants.

"And don't make it seem like I was the one after you, when you came to my table and tried to get me drunk to sleep with a loser such as yourself," I walked us to the door.

"Well, if I'm such a loser why'd you sleep with me?"

"Do I need a reason? I mean why should there be a reason, as long as we both consented it should just end like that," I mumbled before opening my door and pushing him out.

"And I don't know if you ever got told this, but after a one night stand you leave after, it's not a sleep over," I smiled lightly before shutting the door in his face.

"Skank!" He yelled through the other side.

"This Skank made you cum in just a minute!" I yelled back and laughed lightly before heading to my restroom and grabbing a pack of cigarettes and began to smoke.

I chuckled as I remember his insult, he told me.

"Beauty," I whispered and looked at myself in the mirror.

I mean his is correct my face is not the most appealing with all my scars and my left eye basically blind, every part of my body was covered with at least a scar or a burn mark. My body was a story in so many ways. The fact that he insulted it didn't sadden me, but angered me, after everything my body went through, I saw it as a shell that has kept me safe since I was born. The fact that he made fun of that shell angered me after remembering how much it went through to protect my very existence, full of anger I take a deep breath of the tobacco stick and breathe out.

"What's the point of beauty... stupid humans... as time passes there is no such thing as beauty," I mumbled before turning to the outfit I hung the yesterday afternoon for work.

I always wore something that showed more skin or what others consider less "classy."

As I stood in my bathroom and stared at the gown in front of me, it was a black gown that looked like a princess will wear at some type of ball or I don't know, it just seems like something I could never wear in this life. But for some reason my manager handed me the gown and explained how this gathering wasn't a bunch of rich kids, but rather very important people, or something like that. In full honesty I wasn't really paying attention to her and just waiting for me to go home, Betty got a short red cocktail dress that seemed more my style than this gown that I knew wasn't going to look right on me.

I grabbed the dress and my makeup box before walking out the bathroom and heading out my apartment towards my car and loading everything up and heading off to the bar.

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"Finally, you're here! Come help pick up the trash in the VIP room," Betty yelled at me as I set my things in the dressing area.

"Yeah, yeah I know," I grumbled and walk to her as I began to pick up the mess from the night before.

"So, I tried on my dress this morning and seriously it fit me hella large on my boobs and hips, I swear that dress was made for someone other than me, I don't know how Sandra even thought that dress would've fit me when I'm flat as the damn wall," Betty began to complain.

"I hope your gown fits you, I think you will look like some goddess in that thing," she babbled as I grabbed more trash and threw it away.

"Did you get a new dress by chance?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got another simple red dress, I guess red's my color now," she rolled her eyes at her sarcastic comment.

"Are you almost done on your side?" I asked.

"I've been done, I've just been watching you as you struggle to carry all the trash at once," She laughed.

"Oh, and you don't bother to help?" I rolled my eyes as I lift the bag that I filled up with trash.

"Oh, do not even say that you come an hour late to work while I cleaned the main room by myself, not only that- "before I let her continue, I let out a deep sigh.

"Okay Okay I was just joking with you geez," I mumbled.

"HahaHa very funny, sorry I couldn't tell when you literally show no sign of amusement on your face," Betty pushed my shoulder.

"Okay, stop being so annoying and let's go shower and get ready for the guest," I smiled softly before throwing the bag away and pull her to my side.

"Do you think we will see Alberto today?" Betty asked as we enter the dressing room and grabbing our shower needs.

"I mean he is the planner and helps decorate the building," I said sarcastically.

"I was just asking don't have to be so rude," she huffed.

"Not being rude my love, its just sometimes you ask very stupid questions that shouldn't even be consider questions since you know the answer to them," I laughed and walked to the bathroom and began to take off my clothing.

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"You understand what you all need to do correct?" Our manager yelled.

"Yes," we all say together as some girls get their hair done as I get fit into my gown.

"Ana you will be serving VIP like we have discussed, with Betty, Now," she raised her voice louder "let us all remember how important today's people are. They aren't rich kids nor regular clients, these people are quite famous, therefore we made you all sign a contract to never speak about them attending here in our bar."

I already knew who these people were.

I've met them only for a second when they caught me talking to Mr. Stark once.

It was only for second.

Just one.

They didn't even glance at me, no I was pretty much invisible to them since they were too busy doing their job while I did Tony's.

A few days ago, Mr. Stark contacted me about this event, got my measurements and said it was going to be a very important day for my future, I wasn't sure what he meant. As I stand here surrounded by multiple people fixing all my imperfections, I wonder what's going to happen later in the evening, I looked around the dressing room to only see some of the girls being walked out to the main area as people begin to arrive.

This dress made me feel uncomfortable, I knew this wasn't me, a beautiful gown for someone like me didn't deserve it.

"Ana, remember you need to smile this time, I know I let you often to keep that blank expression, I just need you, please just for today, okay?" Sandra sighed as she began to fix my hair lightly "you are so pretty today to not smile, okay?"

I roll my eyes and put on a fake smile to not argue with her.

"See much better! Now go get whatever tray they assigned to you and head to the VIP, I presume the guest have already gone inside," as I walk away my smile drops as I walk towards the kitchen to see Betty flirting with Alberto who clearly looked busy as he walks away from her.

Ignoring their little interaction, I turn and grab whatever that was on the counter before walking towards the stairs that lead to the VIP room.

From a distance I can hear laughter and a few people chatting, I stop and dust myself off and look up the stairs, for some odd reason I was nervous, I shouldn't though. I know Mr. Stark and the others really don't matter for me.

I held my head high and turn my gaze straight forward as I enter the room full of joy.

"Finally, the drinks," I look up to see Mr. Stark smiling down at me as turn my gaze to a random window to not draw attention to myself.

A man in regular attire comes up to the tray and scans it before he gave me an angry expression "You guys don't have any more hardcore liquor?" I nod my head at him.

"If you'd like I can go get you a glass of Poitin Sir?" I mumbled.

"Sure... should've just brought that out in the first place," he rolled his eyes lightly.

"Let's not go overboard Bucky it's just the beginning of the night," a tall man with a clear British accent laughs loudly as he drinks down a beer.

Ignoring them I walk out the room to get the man his drink and return to the room being gathered by more people, I sigh under my breath as I make my way to the man that asked for the liquor who was sitting in the lounge area with two other men near him.

"Your liquor sir," I bent down a little to set it on the table, I glance up to only see the loud man from before staring directly at me.

"Never seen a waiter serving us with so many scars, quite interesting if I say so myself," the man laughed.

"If you'd like I can bring another server if my face bothers you," I mumbled and bowed lightly.

"No, no, I was just saying I've never seen someone like you before," he continued "even with all the scars you are a beauty indeed," he stared at me with confusion "your face structure and the way you carry yourself is not how a mere human would- "

"What are we talking about over here?" I feel someone's presence behind me, I glance quickly to see Mr. Stark.

"Just Thor drunk off his ass," the man that asked for the liquor mumbled.

"I'm not drunk asshole, just a bit tipsy," Thor rolled his eyes.

"Please, just off beer, weak."

"Bucky why don't you just shut the fuck up."

"If you can stop bothering me and go bother someone else," Bucky chuckled.

"Well, if you don't mind, I well be taking this lovely lady here for a minute," Mr. Stark smiled down at them.

He pulled me aside softly.

"You look gorgeous today, Ana," he whispered, "now remember how I said today will be a very special day for you?" he asked as I nodded "today you will be joining my team," Mr. Stark smiled happily.

"What?"

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Finally new chapter done, I feel so happy!!

Maybe I will update this fanfic every 2 weeks from today on. So every Friday.