Chapter 1
Hating Tony Stark was as easy as breathing. It didn’t come in waves, it was constant. It was like a shrill sound of a phone ring that you couldn’t ignore. Like phantom pain in a limb that wasn’t there and yet I could feel it every second of every day. A hate so deep that it shrouded my judgement, made me forget myself. The life that I had before didn’t matter anymore. My goals, my dreams, my whole life seemed insignificant. The only thing that mattered was destroying the person who had taken it all away from me and I was ready to do whatever it took to make that happen.
I was at war with a man who was not only powerful but smarter than most. He was known as the merchant of death. A man who had made his fortune by making weapons that were used to wage war on the poor and weak. A man who was selfish and arrogant, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, his greatest strength was not his money but his mind. Tony Stark was powerful because he could create weapons and armours that no other man could.
Tony Stark was a man of science. So, how do you defeat a man of science? By performing a miracle. There is nothing more horrifying than a miracle.