Twenty-eight year old Trina was hard at work, as she always was, searching through Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division's hidden files she had recently hacked. She always hated this part of the job, it seemed like an endless game of waiting and watching. She cursed their stupidly long name as the sun began to rise around her.

The windows in her lab were tall and long, practically the walls themselves and the Calabasas scenery wasn't something anyone would think to ignore. The rugged terrain and flat green land with palm trees met in the middle to find a Stark's home. Although it was a beautiful addition to the main home of Trina Stark, people often pointed out how unreasonable it was to have glass surrounding her lab, but they were shut down with Trina simply saying, "Bullet proof glass," and moving onto the next topic without a glance their way.

Keys clacking and the sound of Trina's Basenji's small snores as he slept under her chair we're the only noises around her. Usually, she wouldn't bring the dog down into her lab, but she was only doing some minor research that night. She didn't mind the company, but felt guilty that he'd rather stay down here with her opposed to sleeping in his fluffy bed upstairs. It showed how often she must've been away from him. Trina  ended up staying awake until the sun rose without even noticing, blinking every time things seemed a little blurry. The Stark's were well known for their genius projects and what it took to complete them. Both siblings had terrible sleeping habits amounting to their excuses to seemingly make it justifiable.

"Doctor Stark?" her automated system questioned, breaking the morning's silence. She raised an eyebrow at it's changed voice sounding much like someone she knew very long ago. The british butler she and Tony had as children and into adulthood was a digital system in all of Tony's homes, but never in Trina's.

"JARVIS?" Trina asked, turning in her chair, expecting to see a sly Tony in the corner, but no one was there and it reminded her of the new security system she had implanted within the other one, resulting in a harder to crack code.

"Yes. Your brother requests access to your lab. shall I let him in?" The british butler questioned, although he knew that there wasn't really a point since Tony still controls him.

"Might as well. He's already made himself much at home," she grumbled as JARVIS chuckled and opened the door at the top of the stairs for Tony. A few moments later, the door of the lab opened to reveal the smug Stark smirking at his sister, who rolled her eyes at his foolish behavior.

"Like the new system? JARVIS is the best around," Tony joked, sauntering into the lab and looking at the silent dog as it stared at him. If he hadn't known any better, Tony would've glared at the dog for judging him. "Your dog is down here? Isn't that a little dangerous?"

"Anthony,  I don't want JARVIS," she claimed, turning in her chair and motioning towards him, "No offense to JARVIS, but I don't want you spying on me while I work. Fix it." She watched him stand a comfortable few feet away, crossing his arms over his shining chest that Trina hadn't noticed until then. She stared at it for a moment, recognizing somehow.

"I understand, Doctor," JARVIS replied, politely cutting into the conversation at the sound of his name.

"You still working on that project?" Tony questioned, looking annoyed as he peered around the room in search of any project material.

Trina turned back to her holographic touch screen and scrolled through the files while admitting, "Of course I am. I'm a Stark. We don't tend to give up after a failed attempt." She typed names into the search bar and cut down the amount of files scrolling through the screen and Tony watched from the side.

The older Stark rolled his eyes, mocking, "Make that like two thousand failed attempts."

Trina sighed, scanning lazily through the files, "Why are you here, Tony?" It wasn't often he'd visit without at least a days notice for his arrival and it made her wonder if something was stirred  in him that pushed him to make his way out to Calabasas.

He began to walk around the lab and inspect everything in it responding, "Did you mean to name your system Shaggy, or was it an accident?" He lifted up an empty syringe and looked at the little drop of blue liquid in it, positioning it in the light. "Drugs? My sister is on drugs!"

"Put that down, Tony," Trina practically scolded, not looking away from the screen and at his joking face, "To answer your question: Yes, I meant to name him Shaggy."

"Is it because Shaggy's last name is Rogers?" He asked, raising and eyebrow and smirking over at his sister, who was now peering over at him with a glare.

"How the hell do you even know that?" she retorted, hopping off of her chair and over towards him.

Tony shrugged, the syringe still in his hand, "'Scooby-Doo' was a good show."

"They never said his last name in the show," Trina countered with furrowed eyebrows, taking the syringe from her brother and throwing it away.

He picked up another one, filled almost to the top and changed the subject, "You didn't come to greet me when I came back from being a prisoner. Why?"

"Miami isn't as close as you might think, Tony," she joked, smirking at him.

"You have houses in Brooklyn and Long Island!" Tony exclaimed, waving his arms around. Trina eyed the syringe wearily, hoping he wouldn't drop it.

"You were in New York? I thought you were in California," she excused, reaching to snatch the syringe from Tony, but completely missed.

He rolled his eyes and snapped, "You live in Calabasas!"

She looked up at him and insisted, "I was in Miami." Trina sighed once Tony had looked away and back at the blue substance in the syringe.

A fraction of the project he kept poking at laid in his hands. Tony glared at it, letting his thoughts hold the silence longer. He remembered the stories of Steve Rogers and his father's glossy eyes as he told them. Hearing the same ones over and over again made Tony want to scream, and, in that moment, he felt as if he snapped that syringe like a pencil, it would subside all of his frustrations for just a moment.

And, without intention of actually doing so, he did. Broken shards of glass cut into his skin and his hand sizzled and burned as the serum evaporated, eating away at the top layer of skin. It was a failed attempt that Trina had discarded earlier that month, not thinking anyone would break it onto themselves as Tony had.

He hissed and dropped the remains of the syringe, holding his wrist and frowning at his hands as Trina rushed over.

"Tony," she stressed, gripping his wrist and pulling him towards a sink. The faucet turned on with a squeak and Trina was quick to push her brother's hand under the water, disregarding the fact that he was wearing a watch because, knowing Tony, it was most likely waterproof.

"This project seems a little too dangerous," he pointed out, gripping the foamy soap forcefully from his sister's hand.

"Well, if you hadn't of acted irrationally, this wouldn't have happened," she countered, pointing at him, "I should've locked my project away."

Tony let out a sarcastic laugh, washing the soap painfully off his hand while saying, "You sound like Howard." The younger Stark pulled open a cabinet by Tony's legs while replying, "At least I don't look like him." She grabbed a box and a bottle of peroxide, setting both on the table and opening the box filled with bandages. "You can do this part yourself, right? Or do you need your assistant to do it for you?"

He looked over at her and rolled his eyes, arguing, "Don't knock the assistant thing till you try it. Ms. Potts keeps everything in order for me." Tony shut the water of and dried his hands on the fancy towel hanging by the sink, turning towards his sister and motioning her out of the way.

"All I'm saying is..." Trina started as she stepped away from her brother, "if I did get an assistant, I wouldn't make them do everything for me like you do."

Tony gave her an odd look, scrunching his eyebrows together and questioning, "What? That's what they're supposed to do! They get bored otherwise."

"Tony," she crossed her arms and watched as he bandaged his hand up, "they're supposed to assist you with things, not do it for you. It's in the title."
All was quiet for a moment as Tony stared down at his now bandaged hand, not replying to the girl who stared back it him in confusion. She knew her brother better than anyone and he was rarely ever at a loss for words. Trina heard him mumble something incoherently and furrowed her brows.

"What?" Tony looked up at her, his eyes serious and face unreadable to a stranger, but to his sister, she could see everything. Every emotion.

"You didn't come," his voice was low and hard to hear, "Why?"

The younger Stark sighed, looking out the windows of her lab, guiltily responding, "Because I... I didn't want to see you, Tony."

He stepped back into her eyeline and put his arms up in exasperation, rhetorically questioning, "You didn't want to see me? No, that'd be so insane, a sister going to see her brother after he nearly died!" 'Defensive Stark Mode' was activated for both the siblings who stared at each other in dismay.

"You said you didn't need me, Tony. I was just giving you what you wanted!" Trina defended, glaring at him as he scoffed.

"You can't be serious? I know you know that I was lying! It was a spur of the moment kind of thing and you know better than to trust when things like that come out of my mouth!" he called out, catching his breath afterwards.

"The fact that you can't keep your mouth shut is gonna get you in a gargantuan amount of trouble or worse, dead. I'm just trying to teach you that your actions come with consequences because not everyone understands the difference between what you say and what you mean."

"What are you, my mother?" And then Tony was gone leaving his sister to sigh with her head in her hands and her back leaned against the counter. She pushed her ruffled hair back and crossed her arms back over her chest, glancing at the door Tony had left from. Trina wondered why it was always like this with them. It's like they couldn't catch a break from fighting every so often. There would be wonderful times where they sat and talked, laughing about the dumbest of things, and there were also times like these, where everything the other said was inevitably wrong and you were right. Trina wondered if it weren't for Howard or his friends from war, if the Stark siblings would fight less. If they could catch their break