You were Rory's half-sibling. You were both kids of Tony Stark, but had completely different mothers. And, a few years back, your mother died due to a drug overdose? After a failed attempt a little while back, where Rory had to stop you from fist fighting a goddess, you sought out another ritual and this time you succeeded.

Now, here you were, in Rory's home, her just kinda staring at your mom, who was sitting on the couch, kinda half asleep. Ritual after effects and stuff.

"Okay, what the fuck?" Rory finally said, turning to look at you.