A/N: Hello, this a story I kind of had

after watching Spiderman Homecomeming because, let's face it we're all obsessed, and okay, the next chapter will be up in a few days. This character will totally be based on the Hummingbird. I know this is shit, but okay, I have an idea and please give me a chance, it's my first fan fiction. This is an introduction.


May 2002.

María Aracely Josefina Penalba. The one name Tony Stark would never ever forget after that one phone call 7 months after having one hell of a night-weekend?-week?. He was proud of that one, though, it hadn't been like any other girls he'd been with. She was-different.

"Tony?"The voice called another time, the end of the line remained quiet. "Ay, dios mío, Tony, por favor ambos sabíamos que-We both knew what we were to face that week." And so it had been a week. Had it been his fault? Partly. had he regret it? He did now.

"Tony. Answer me. I know, I'm just-I don't know what to do, I'll..." María was rambling nonsense in spanish. "Mira-look, okay, I'll give her on adoption. Or, I don't know, I just, yeah-"

"No," That was the first word Tony had said in the whole phonecall-"You can't give her on adoption. She's-she'll be my daughter, I-I wouldn't want someone else having her, but, look we need to solve this, I could-you know, give you money every month, week-day? I don't effing know a shit about babies-"

"Neither do I! I'm not one for a baby, Tony! No puedo, either you get her, or I put her on adoption, I can't keep up with a child right now, it's a freaking miracle there's nothing wrong with her, and-and I don't have time left, I want her to be okay, just- okay?"

"What do you even mean by time left? María?" Tony snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paced around.

"Ah, right, lo que me esperaba, claro, you forgot? Wasn't that the only reason we had that weekend?" Wait, now it had been a weekend? Tony wasn't keeping up with this, but then, it hit him.

She told him she was going to die, but hadn't it been another lame excuse any other girl had given him just to have a night with him? But then again she was different.

"So it was true?" Tony asked, his voice now shaking.

"It was, and now, look, I know you never wanted this, and neither did I, but I just want the best for her, even if I won't be able to give it to her, someone-"

"I'll keep her." And those words, those words changed his life.

July 2002. "Angela María Stark," Tony repeated to himself the name for what? the hundreth time? "I need to protect you with all my heart, and by that means... no one can ever hear or know about you."

And he was right, Angela had to grow up in the shadows , raised and visited by her father every single day, she had everything a child needed and even more. Kind of spoiled, one would think. But she wasn't, for she was only looking for a loving father who could be there at all costs. And Tony?With a child, he'd change, he did for the matter, but kept living his glorious billionaire style, didn't care at all about anything, but when it came to Angela, well, she was the exception. He wasn't born for taking care of a child, and Tony had learned that the hard way, yet he managed to adore her. Angela got to see her mother for a few months, until she decided that she could no longer accept that any day she could fall in front of her child.

So Tony braved up, bought this, bought that, everything that was the perfect thing for his child, for that little piece of shit that-he could swear- only by staring could make him smile, because even when she cried all night and was being a huge pain in the ass, she managed to make Stark smile.

Hidden in so many ways, for not only was she a Stark the world couldn't yet know about but for the different secrets she had to keep to herself. She had discovered she could easily make people do whatever she wanted to, by age 5 she had doubted if that quality had actually been learned from Tony, she discovered as well she could guess what other people were thinking or were about to saay, a secret she decided she'd keep for herself.

Her own apartment, perfeclty close to her fathers, full of servant,s food, endless toys, everything and anything, really. As the years went by, Angela, grew up knowing that her little secret had gotten her through life, either for getting whatever she pleased, or making people feel stuff around her, she knew it was unusual. She was a genious, though, both of her parents had been brilliant and she was quite the little smarty pants she would be expected to be, and despite being homeschooled she had managed to be a wonder girl, who could easily learn stuff.

Yet, she was lonely and in the summer of 2008, when felt as lonely as ever, knowing there was something up about not knowing about her father she met Pepper Potts, a lovely woman who'd suddenly become the maternal figure she had long awaited for. They became close, closer than Tony had expected; but he sure as hell knew it was the best, for he was now the Iron Man and now more than ever they'd be over her, and probably try to kill her. She asked for a suit like her father's which was denied for multiple reasons, but Tony finally agreed she'd need to be trained. So at age 6, Angela was already being trained. Especially after him being kidnapped, he knew better he wasn't risking her way too hard. And then, becoming Iron Man? Tony knew She was one of the many reasons as for why he wanted the perfect world.

But a journey began for Angela, even if she said she was fine she couldn't help but be worried, her dad throwing parties, getting drunk, going to fight villains. Her heart wanted to explode, and she would sit with Pepper, and sigh. "He'll be okay," she would assure her, but Angela knew better, she could easily listen to the words Pepper was saying. They were mixed "what the fuck am I going to do with a child?" And "please don't leave us, Tony." Angela knew she loved him, and Tony loved her too.

And life kept that way for many years, hidden, and hidden, with eventually having conversations like: 'Hey dad, am I allowed to meet the avengers?' 'No.' being repeated for years.

Not only did she grow up strong, independent and fearless; but lonely, she barely knew how to interact with anyone, and what would anyone else be expecting? She hadn't had any friends, at all. Yet she watched tons of movie which would make a certain idea of the world she was supposed to live. She didn't complain, she had everything. Well, everything but freedom. How she longed to be able to walk with a friend or two and have a sandwich, or even sneak out to fall in love.

She wished for a normal life, yet as the years came she realized she was far from normal. She was certain she could read minds, she was certain she could make people feel stuff, and she was certain it wasn't just because she knew people. How could she, anyway? She knew something was up with her, but neither Tony or Pepper could know. Would they consider her a freak? Most likely.

'hey dad, I think I'm a telepath... and can manipulate emotions but hey! It's okay, I mean yeah-I've been using it to get stuff but-'

Yeah, that wasn't a conversation she wanted to have.

So, like any human being who had been locked for her entire life, she decided to escape. But, where?

A stressed Angela was pacing around her room. "Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" She laid down on her bed, her long black hair fell over the pillows. She was watching the TV, as certain news came over. The Spider-Man was on the news, he had saved people in the subway.

"Yes, Miss Angela?"

"Him... my father knows that guy, right? Spider-Man, I mean..." She asked, her brown eyes locked on the screen, was that guy really climbing that?

"Yes," Friday answered.

"What are my chances of meeting him?" Angela let out a laugh. "I know, none. You know, Friday, he's my favorite superhero. He should be an avenger. He's kind of an idiot for rejecting it."

She stared at the bracelet her father had given her, she never took it off, she raised a brow, before looking back at the TV. She had found him. The Spider-Man of YouTube, anda of course being the superhero fan she was, she showed it to Tony, and Tony was impressed. She wanted to meet him so badly.

"That Spider-Man guy... is in queens right?" Angela asked again, to which Friday confirmed. What was she trying to do? Escape? Finally do what she had been willing to do? She was risking way more than anything in the world. She could already hear her father yelling at her, grounding her, giving her on adoption? Whatever, she knew she'd have it bad, yet she knew she couldn't just pass on this opportunity. Her dad was too busy now that he was engaged, he had decided to announce it publicly without telling her first, she had wanted that her whole life. Pepper Potts had been, after a mother to her, and she knew Tony loved her. But, he didn't ask for her permission and he was engaged. He owned her one, right?

And now, with the whole moving, she knew it was the day. She was finally going to move with her father, she didn't quite know why he had finally agreed for her to be in one of te avengers buildings. Was he finally going to accept her as her daughter? Was the world going to know about her? She didn't know, but the freaking avengers facility-thing.

It was quite the deal. But, still she wanted more. A school, friends... and she wanted to meet the avengers.

She took a deep breath. Today was definitely the day. Operation Humming bird was finally going to take place.

"Hey, Friday," she smirked. "Tell Happy I'm going out."