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Alexis Stark was the kind of girl you couldn't ignore even if you tried.
There was something magnetic about her, an effortless allure that turned heads without her ever needing to try. She carried herself with a mix of confidence and mischief that made people want to be near her, to be noticed by her, even just for a fleeting second.
Her beauty didn't hurt either.
Long, dark brown hair fell in soft, natural waves to her mid-back, catching sunlight like strands of burnished copper.
Her sun-kissed skin held an enviable glow year-round, and her lips—always curved in a knowing, teasing smile—had a way of undoing anyone caught staring too long.
But it was her hazel eyes that sealed it: bright, sharp, and glinting with trouble.
One glance and you knew she wasn't just a pretty face.
Alexis Stark was trouble in a leather jacket.
And of course, it didn't help that her brother was Tony Stark.
On paper, the siblings shouldn't have been close.
They were opposites in every sense.
Tony carried himself like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, striving for perfection in everything he did.
Alexis, on the other hand, didn't give a damn about what anyone thought of her.
Reckless. Chaotic. A wildfire nobody could tame.
Yet despite their differences, they were inseparable growing up—two halves of the same coin, bound by blood and an unspoken understanding that they'd face the world together.
Howard and Maria Stark hadn't exactly planned on two children, let alone back-to-back births. Running multiple companies—Stark Industries chief among them—left little room for late-night lullabies and homemade birthday cakes.
Their solution came in the form of Harold Joseph Hogan, better known simply as Happy.
Happy had been working for Stark Industries since he was eighteen, clawing his way up to Head of Security by twenty-three. When Howard and Maria asked him to take on a different role—nanny, bodyguard, and surrogate father rolled into one—he didn't hesitate.
From the moment he stepped into their world, he treated Tony and Alexis like his own.
He had a knack for reading them with a single glance, knowing when to crack a joke, when to offer advice, and when to silently stand guard.
If Howard Stark was the empire's architect, Happy was the foundation that kept the Stark children steady.
By the time mid-August rolled around, the Stark siblings had mastered their own rhythms.
Tony had turned school into his personal kingdom—Class President two years running, beloved by teachers, and addicted to every extracurricular activity he could squeeze into his schedule.
Alexis... not so much.
To her, school was a prison with fluorescent lighting.
Early mornings felt like cruel and unusual punishment, and sitting still while teachers droned on about equations and historical dates was torture.
She spent more time in detention than in class, often skipping out entirely to pull elaborate pranks or stir up chaos just to feel alive.
Yet, Alexis wasn't just the school's notorious rebel.
Secretly—though every teacher knew—she ranked among the top students academically, second only to Tony.
She could ace exams without attending a single lecture, a fact that frustrated the faculty and baffled her peers. It was part of her legend: the girl who broke every rule yet somehow outperformed everyone else.
While Tony's charm made people talk, Alexis inspired whispers.
Walking down the hallway, her boots clicking against polished linoleum, head high, eyes sharp—students either stepped aside or risked getting caught in her orbit.
She wasn't cruel, never outright mean to anyone who didn't deserve it.
She just... didn't care.
Unless she did and if Alexis decided she liked you, you'd find out fast and you'd never forget it.
But something about this year felt different.
Summer had burned away, and she was stepping into her sophomore year with a gnawing weight in her gut.
A sense that something was coming, something that would shatter everything she knew about herself, her family, and the world she thought she understood.
Whether it would make her or destroy her, she couldn't say.
All she knew was that high school, already its own brand of hell, was about to get a whole lot worse.