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"It's time to wake up Young Miss." Jarvis says as he pulls the curtains of my room back letting the blindingly bright light into my room.

"Agh! Sweet Jesus Jarvis," I complain pulling the blanket over my head.

"Madam Stark wished for me remind you of the busy day you have ahead of you." Jarvis says as he pulls at the blanket that I had a death grip on.

"Can't I just put it all off until later?" I ask losing the battle for the blanket making Jarvis pull it off and the sunlight blind me. "Why is it so bright?"

"Because it's morning." He replies sarcastically and I chuckle. "Now get dressed, breakfast will be done shortly."

"How much time do I have before Therapy?" I ask as I push myself up off my bed and head toward my dresser.

"About an hour and a half." He answers and I nod. "I'll leave you to get dressed."

"Thank you," I say as I hear the door close. Pulling out some clothes I glance at the pictures of Richard and smile. Reaching up I gently run my finger along the metal frame as I say, "One day at a time." I give him one last smile before I turn away and quickly change my clothes. Grabbing my cell phone and purse I head out my bedroom door and down the dining room where Maria and Howard sat eating silently.

"Ah Good morning (Name)," Maria says offering me a bright smile.

"Morning," I reply as I take my seat across from her and off to Howard's right.

"Do you need the car this morning? Your father and I have some last-minute preparations to do before the party this weekend."

"Ah, no I can walk."

"Walk? Nonsense, call Tony and have him come pick you up; or we can drop you off at Doctor Sofen's office on the way." Howard says closing his newspaper.

"No, seriously, it's fine. Doctor Sofen actually said getting out and being around other people might be good for me." I reply as I grab a piece of toast and slather jam on it. "Besides, I don't have a meeting with her today. She wants me to go to this group therapy thing. Says it'll be good for me to listen to others who have gone through loss."

"Sounds like she knows what she's talking about." Jarvis says over my shoulder causing me to smile.

"Just be careful who you talk to while you're there." Howard says and I nod.

"Beware of paparazzi." I say in a mocking spooky voice. "I got the memo pops."

"Are you bringing anyone to the party this weekend? You haven't really-"

"Mom, ixnay on the oyfriendbay." I say quickly interrupting her.

"You know I speak pig Latin right." Howard says cocking an eyebrow at me. "Any who don't you want to talk about boyfriends with us?"

"Oh gee, I don't know, maybe because you're my parents?" I say folding my piece of toast in half.

"Still not seeing your point." Howard says folding his hands together in front of him as he stares at me.

"Okay, so I'm gonna leave now. This has been a wonderful conversation but I'm late." I say shoving the piece of toast into my mouth as I stand up from the table.

"Be careful, if you need anything do not hesitate to call us." Maria says and I nod.

"Will do!" I yell back as I rush out the front door into the courtyard. As I walk out the entry walkway gate I let out a sigh of relief and quickly reach for my headphones. Years had passed and I still felt awkward around Howard and Maria. Granted they were great. I loved them. They had surprisingly turned out to be good people. They slowly helped me adapt to my life in the mansion as well as the Stark name. However, I was still uncomfortable with how much a single name got me. When I first moved in it was difficult to get comfortable. I was always worried something bad was just lurking around the corner waiting to rear its ugly head; but it had never happened.

I feel my phone vibrate and quickly pull it out of my pocket to see a text from my big brother.

'Hey Nerd wanna get lunch?' – Tony

'Depends on who's cooking?' – (Name)

'Hopefully not you, cause you suck at it.' – Tony

'Hey! It was one time and I was unfamiliar with the stove.' – (Name)

'Whatever you say. But in all seriousness where do you wanna eat?' – Tony

'Pizza?' – (Name)

'Good, I could go for some pie. Meet you at Ray's?' – Tony

'Sure. I'll meet you at one.' – (Name)

I quickly slide my phone back into my pocket and smile as I think about how close Tony and I had gotten over these last few years. He had helped me with my depression a lot. He was the only one who didn't sugar coat things for me. He always told me what I needed to hear, not what I wanted. In some ways he reminded me of Richard. It was always Tony's secret mission to take me out to food after a therapy session so I could mellow out, and I thanked him for that.

I glance down at my watch to check the time before I quickly make my way to the church where this group therapy session was being held. Thankfully it wasn't that far away from where I currently was. As I reach the church I take my headphones out and stare at the outside of the building as my feet stood frozen in place. After all these years, and the countless amounts of progress I had made, I couldn't take these last few steps. I look at my watch again and groan inwardly as I see the time getting later. If I didn't walk in now I would be late and Howard would get a call from my therapist.

I am about to turn and leave when I feel a strong hand gently tap my shoulder making me turn toward the person. As my eyes meet his blue orbs he smiles and says, "Sorry for scaring you; but are you here for the Group Therapy?"

"Unfortunately, yes." I reply turning to face him completely. He was tall, with sandy blonde hair, and muscular build that even gods dreamed of having; the man was just all over hot. "You here for it too?"

"Yeah, just can't seem to take the last few steps inside." He answers staring at the church door.

"Same," I add fiddling with the wire of my headphones.

"Rogers, Steve Rogers." He says holding his hand out to me and I offer a friendly smile as I take his hand.

"Stark, (Name) Stark."

"Stark, as in Stark enterprises?" he asks and I cock an eyebrow at him.

"Yes..." I reply instantly becoming cautious of him.

"Ah sorry, my wife used to work there. Margaret Rogers?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Sorry, I don't know her. I don't spend much time at the company."

"Oh no, it's okay." He replies and then something in his words caught my ears.

"Used too?" I ask suddenly curious and he nods his expression turning sad.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here. Peggy, she passed away a few years ago."

"I'm so sorry," I say suddenly feeling like an asshole.

"No, it's okay, at least it will be. I'm still... grieving... if that's what you wanna call it."

"Are you still hurting for her?"

"Yes,"

"Then you're grieving."

"You sound like you have experience with it."

"Unfortunately, I do."

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks and I nod slowly.

"How about since neither of us wants to go in there, the two of us go grab a cup of coffee and have our own little mini group therapy."

"It's not a group if it's just us two." He says a smirk filling his face.

"Well I won't mind if you don't. So, what do you say?" I ask feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. Reaching into my pocket I see a text from Rebecca and I decide to text her back later as I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"Sure, why not? I find it awkward to talk to a bunch of random strangers about my past. My bikes nearby if you don't mind the short ride to this great place downtown." Steve says and I nod.

"A bike, as in a motorcycle, or are you one of those types?" I ask making him chuckle as he motions back the way he had come.

"Not one of those types. If I exercise, I prefer running or going on hikes." He adds and I smile.

"Hikes I understand; but running? Why would anyone run for the fun of it?" I ask earning me a chuckle form his lips.

"It helps clear your head. At least that's how it works for me. Everyone's different."

"I would try it, but I'm not really able to run for a long period of time anymore." I say sipping my hands into my coat pockets.

"An Accident?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I was still a kid at the time, I was in a car accident. I got messed up. Long story short, I don't like vehicles. Cars, trucks, buses, limos, the works; I have a sort of panic attack. I've never been on a motorcycle before; but I have to admit it does sound pretty exciting."

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay riding it with me?" He asks worry on his voice.

"Honestly, I have no idea." I answer as I glance down at my feet. "But my therapist says I need to try going outside my comfort zone every once in a while."

"So even though you weren't expecting to, you're gonna try that today?" He asks and I nod.

"That is if it's alright with you." I ask as I pause beside him.

"Sure, I'm happy to help if I can." He answers a handsome smile filling his lips.

"Thank you, just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Don't tell my brother."