Elementally Unstable

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           It was a warm, breezy summer morning, but one would not be able to tell from where this story begins. This story starts off at the cool, industrial base of S.H.I.E.L.D. All was normal, agents scrambling, and two of three non-agents in the entire complex fast asleep. Meet our main characters, Rocky and Rose. Although they may look similar, the pair were truly polar opposites. The two had just been awakened by the sound of their uncle, the one and only Nick Fury’s voice blaring into the speakers of their shared living quarters.

        “Girls,” he’d said, “I need you to come to the bridge immediately.”

        Rose hops out of her side of the bed, feeling refreshed. She quickly makes up her covers, and shakes her sister. Rocky groans and swats her hand away, pulling the blankets over her head.

        “Rocky,” her sister said, remaining calm, “C’mon, we gotta go.”

        Rocky groans louder, and rolls herself out of the bed, not bothering to even touch the unkempt state of her blankets. She stretches and looks over at her sister. “Mornin’ sis.” She says, running her fingers through her long, tangled brown hair. The waves in it made sure it looked even more like a rat’s nest- not to mention the crazy natural frizz.

        Rose smiles at her sister, unwrapping her hair like she’d told her to do a million times. “Good morning, Rocky. Uncle called us, so we should hurry.” She says, and heads to her bathroom.

        It was a great idea for times like these- the sisters had requested to have two bathrooms connected to their room and it was certainly paying off. Rocky stumbles into her own bathroom, and shuts the door. She then showers and dries off, exiting in a towel to pick out her attire for the day. Being [fraternal] twins, means they sometimes match, and it was purely coincidental when it happened. Mostly, they just managed to coordinate. Once they were both dressed, they both threw their hair up into high ponytails, and made their way out into the hall, shutting the door softly behind them. The two walked down the hall, chatting about what their uncle could possibly want, and then quieted down as they reached the doorway. The two walk in, and see their uncle- Fury, their best friend- the other non agent- Stacy, and Tony Stark- Iron Man. This confuses the pair, but they walk in anyway. Rocky walks up to Stacy, and gives her a tight hug.

        “Hey, Stace, good morning.” Rocky says, after pulling back, smiling up at her. Stacy towered over Rocky, her 5’10” height in contrast to Rocky’s 5’7 ½” and even smaller, Rose’s 5’6” height.

        “Mornin’ Rox, you’re gonna freak when you hear the news.” Stacy says softly to Rocky, face shifting to a small grin.  

        “News?” Rocky asks aloud, looking over toward her uncle, raising a brow.

        “There’s been a security breach of sorts…” Fury starts off, using his hands as he talked. “So I thought it’d be best if I sent my three non-agents somewhere a bit safer…” He explains, and gestures to Tony Stark. “So, you three will be temporarily staying with Tony Stark.” Rocky bites her lip, nodding, and keeping cool on the outside, but her heart was beating rapidly on the inside. “Stark, that’s Raquel- most commonly referred to as Rocky,” he says, pointing to the taller, skinnier of the two, “That’s Rose.” He points to the shorter, curvier of the two. Both girls smile politely, and nod in response. Tony gives them both a charming smile with a hint of a smirk mixed into it. “Pleasure to be housing with you two.” He says in an overly polite, sarcastic manner.

        Rocky quickly turns to Stacy, “You packed already?” Stacy nods in response. Her parents being agents, Stacy was always up before the crack of dawn. Rocky nods, and quickly walks away before anyone can say another word. Rose flinches at her quick exit, and then smiles at the two men before strolling out behind her sister.