She walks home with a feeling inside her stomach: a feeling that could make her faint at the sidewalk, the feeling that makes her blown away, and the feeling that makes her want to run. With a school bag on her right shoulder and a standard outfit that every girl wears to school - nothing elegant or sophisticated - she walks pass every restaurant that is full with customers as it is lunch time. Everybody is eyeing her. Everybody is whispering about her.
She continues walking home. Her heart pounds hard in her chest like a drum. As much as she wants to ignore every stare but once in a while she finds herself glancing at them. And as much as she wants to glare but she only avert her eyes with fear or worry. Unlike her father she has this crazy mind that loves to think about other people although she's not doing something wrong when in front of sets of eyes that are looking directly at her, or how to show she's proud of being a Stark like him. She doesn't find people who talk about her is as interesting thing; instead, she finds it intimidating and nerve wrecking. And she hates fame very much.
Though, she tries to look fine. She tries to be cool. Her house building is just only 200 meters away by now and all she has to do is just listen to the music, drown in it for a while until she reaches home. Then she can do anything she wants to do in her study room. She can even play squash there because the room is, literally, huge. And it is full with high-tech gadgets that she never cares to use. Not like she doesn't know how to use it at all but most of the time she finds herself opening and closing the window with her own energy. Most of the time.
A hundred meters more. She feels like a thousand meters more. She feels her knees weaken by every step she takes to her building. Though it's aching but she's walking fast to chase the time. Her abdomen shrinks every time she stops for the red light. She's exhausted. After a few hours of training at the field with her mates for the upcoming sports annual and basketball game she wished the route from school to her home is not as long as it is. And how she always wished she has the ability to fly so that she could get home fast, as fast as Pietro.
She sees two security guards at the entrance of her father's building - wearing dark blue attire with golden stripes at the end of the sleeves, a police-like hat and white gloves. Their black, leather shoes are glooming. That it makes her wonder if her father ever warned them about the shoes and the attire because as far as she knows, Tony Stark doesn't care about what people wear. As long as they are nice, he'll be nice with them. And she wonders if it's Happy's rules...
"Good to see you back, Miss Destiny," one of the guards greets the girl with sweet face. Gregg. That's his name. Dark eyes, sandy hair, tall and big and he's a father of two daughters.
"Good to see you too, Gregg," the girl greets back, smiling. "How's your day today?"
Gregg clicks his tongue. "As still as it always been." He laughs, followed by her.
Then, she turns to her other side, where stood a handsome, young man with broad shoulders. When her eyes landed on him, he's already looking at her. "What about you, John?" Destiny asks the young security. He is the resemblance of Gregg except he's not a father.
The man smiles, showing his perfect teeth. "I am seeing the sweetest girl alive," he says, "I'm always happy." He winks.
The girl shakes her head. Seeing both of the guards makes Destiny feels like she finds her long lost happiness. "Always flirty, aren't you?" one of her brows raise.
John doesn't reply. He only shrugs and give the Stark's daughter a smirk before proceeding to the next question. "Where's Jack?" he asks.
Destiny's face becomes bitter with the sound of the name, but she must admit that it's not Jack's fault that he can't walk with her together for home. "He's working."
"Oh, how can he leave a sweet girl like you walk alone," Gregg says, more like a statement than a question.
Destiny laughs. Gregg's right but she doesn't reply, showing her agreement. "Alright, I've got to go. The training was hectic I need a long rest," she says.
"Have a nice rest, then."
"See you guys, later."
The tall, tinted, two-doors open automatically when the guards push the buttons that only them know and understand and see. Saying her good bye, she walks inside the building, feeling as safe as ever. Although she never dreamed to live in a house as big as she is currently staying, but she always feel grateful for what she has and for what she is granted with. The environment of the house is so welcoming. It has been her home ever since she was born. She never left the house for once except for certain events of attacks, but the last time it happened was when she was 10.
Without changing into her pyjamas, she heads straight to her study room - her huge study room, painted with various colours that are so intriguing but relaxing. A painting canvas stands by one of the windows with a scenery outside. There are also different high-tech gadgets hanging on the wall and on the table - everywhere in the room but she never used them as much as she uses the computer and JARVIS. Tall bookshelves are at every angle of the room and most of the books consist of literatures, arts, tips about skills that are related to life, and her journal through her days and years and more but nothing about technologies or physics or constellation or chemical. In short, science. Because...
Because she is Destiny Stark. She's unlike her father. She's just as normal as other girls out there. She's ordinary yet extraordinary that no one knows.