The Forgotten Child.

By: Broken Elfling And my sister.

Key: "talking" "different language" &thoughts&

Warnings: This will be graphic. Its teen for now but will be mature. Will have elements from different stories but won't end up a crossover. Contains abuse. You've been warned.

Sky grey eyes opened sleepily and regarded the dark blue walls and wide open windows which let in a gentle spring breeze. The young woman smiled lightly, breathing in deeply before sighing and stretching, only for the moment to pass as the girl let out a hiss of pain and cringed into the mattress as her wounds made themselves known. The girl dug her nails into her palms and panted as she waited for the pain to pass. When the pain dulled enough for her to think, the girl carefully got off her bed and hobbled over to the mirror and looked herself over. Sad, indigo blue, pain filled eyes looked out from a heart shaped face.

The girl had a dark bruise over one eye, blood was crusted along the bottom of her small button nose, and she had a split in her crimson lips. Other then that, her pale skin was free of blemishes. &HE is good about not hitting my face. Even while drunk, he knows that to many marks on my face would alert people as to what was going on.& The girl thought, slightly bitter. She pushed her long black hair back as she checked her head for injuries. Finding none, she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Miss Snow, can I not call for a doctor? You need medical attention." A British computerized voice sounded threw the room. It was true. Snow had a blood stained shirt. When she lifted it, with great difficulty, over her head, she could see large and slightly oozing welts criscrosing her back. Some had broken the skin and she had dried blood over most, if not all, of her back. Over her ribs and stomach there were bruises that were steadily getting darker, and that were already at a dark blueish colour.

Snow winced. "You forget Jarvis, I am a doctor. Can you start the shower with a light spray? Maybe even a mist?" Snow asked, her voice, like always, kind and gentle.

"Of course Miss Snow, the water will be warm as well." Jarvis' calm voice said. Snow smiled as she heard the water start softly. Snow walked carefully over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes before she turned and stumbled into her bathroom.

Snow slid out of her shower with a sigh. She was grateful Jarvis made her shower so that it didn't hurt her wounds. Luckily, none of her wounds needed anything more then a cleaning and being bandaged, as none of the cuts were deep. Snow quickly covered her back with a cream to help healing and wound bandages around herself. Snow examined herself with a critical eye.

Snow's pale skin made the bruises stand out much more then what they should have if her skin had even the slightest bit of colour. Her damp black hair clung to her heart shaped face. Her button nose looked fine now that the blood was gone. Her split lip would take a few days to heal though it didn't require stitches, much to Snow's relief. Snow examined the rest of herself. Despite the bandages, Snow had incredible curves for a sixteen year old. She had long legs for someone of five feet tall. She had small hands and small feet. She had delicate toes and long piano fingers. Snow sighed and got dressed. She put on a loose and comfortable bra to ease the strain on her back. Then she pulled on a sky blue shirt that was closed closer around her neck. She then finished getting dressed with loose black pajama pants, hiding the bruises on her legs.

Once Snow was dressed, she pulled out her makeup kit and got to work on fixing her face. Snow skillfully used her cover up to cover the bruise over her eye. She covered up enough of it so that it looked like she had on dark eye shadow and eyeliner. Then, Snow pulled out her black eye shadow and applied it to the non bruised eye. A few moments later, her eyes looked the same. Smiling, Snow pulled out a patch that was for cold sores and put it on the split in her lip. Snow pulled out her lip stick and applied it. Looking herself over again, Snow was satisfied that no one would be able tell that she was in pain. Snow looked into her sad eyes, before sighing and closing them. When she opened them again, her eyes reflected back happiness and compassion and were once again a sky grey colour, Snow's mask was back and was firmly in place.

Snow sighed and walked into her room. As she was walking, Snow started to move more gracefully, despite her injuries. Snow looked at the clock and was pleased to see that it had only taken her an hour to clean herself up and make herself presentable. &Of course I did. Not like I haven't done it before.& Snow thought to herself. Snow took out a bottle of pills and took two. She tried hard to only take them whenever she absolutely had to as she didn't want to become dependent and addicted to them. Snow then left her room and padded barefooted down the hall noiselessly.

Entering the kitchen at the end of the hall, Snow was unsurprised to see that any blood there might have been on the floor was gone. "Thank you Jarvis." Snow told the room in general, lifting up some pots and pans in order to start breakfast.

"You are welcome Miss Snow." Jarvis' cool voice sounded out.

Snow smiled and started chopping up potatoes to make homemade hashbrowns. Snow threw the chopped potatoes into a pan as she knew that her Fathers friend James Rhodes, (uncle James) was coming over and that if food was put in front of him, he would eat it.

Some time had passed when Jarvis' voice sounded out. "Miss Snow, James Rhodes will be arriving in 5 minutes and 28 seconds."

Snow paused from where she was cutting up oranges for a fruit salad. "Thank you Jarvis." She said and threw the last of the oranges into the bowl, opened the fridge, and pulled out some eggs. Snow then started to make over easy eggs, Rhodes favourite kind of eggs.

Just as the eggs were finishing, there was a soft ping and Snow sighed. "Morning Uncle James!" Snow said happily.

"Morning Harley." Rhodes greeted. Snow's eye twitched, she hated being called by her middle name but no matter how much she protested she was called Harley.

"How do you know when someone is coming, kid? I bet Jarvis tells you." Rhodes said playfully, leaning against the wall. He asked every time he came over.

"Well, if you weren't so old I'd tell you." Snow quipped, her eyes sparkling as she put his eggs on a plate. Putting the plate at his spot, she ran over and received a gentle hug.

"How are you kid?" Rhodes asked her softly, searching her eyes.

"I'll be fine." Snow told him. She never knew how Rhodes knew when she had been hurt, but he always showed up the next day and they'd have fun hanging around and doing nothing. Her uncle James was her safe haven, though he wasn't the father she wished she had. Rhodes wasn't able to get her out, though he made her life much easier. Snow ignored the fact that Rhodes had only been in her life since Tony had been kidnapped, had not always been there for her, and refused to let her mind think that he could get her away if he truly tried. "I always am."

Rhodes sighed deeply. "You shouldn't have to be."

Snow smiled. "Come eat. Food makes everything better."

Rhodes ruffled her hair, ignoring her indignant squawk, and sat at the table on the high bar chairs. "That doesn't explain why you're so skinny then." He teased gently, taking a bite of his eggs.

"I'm so skinny because I grew up without very much food to eat. That will stunt anyone's growth, let alone a small child who needed the food for development." Snow stuck her tongue out, very maturely, and dished herself up a large bowl of fruit. Snow started to relax more and more as the minutes went by, her medicine starting to kick in and Rhodes presence soothing her.

After eating their fill, Rhodes was enjoying a cup of coffee while Snow washed the dishes. They had pleasant conversation going when Jarvis' voice sounded and everything became tense.

"Good morning sir." Was said as Tony stumbled into the room.

"Softer Jay. Coffee?" Tony said as he came up to the counter, shielding his eyes with his hand and squinting at Snow. Snow silently handed over a large, strong cup of coffee before returning to the dishes. Tony took it and took a deep drink of it.

"Thanks Harley." Tony said. Snow was silent as she put a plate in front of him with scrambled eggs on it for his breakfast.

"I'm just going to go down to my shop and work in my suits." Tony said, not even bothering to say thank you or to try the eggs.

"Would you like Tony's scrambled eggs uncle James?" Snow asked, continuing to ignore her abuser.

"Sure." Rhodes said, accepting the plate of eggs. Snow smiled at him before turning and walking down the hall to her rooms. Tony scowled at Rhodes as she left.

"Why does she label you as family but not me? I am her father." He complained.

"No idea." Rhodes said stiffly and coolly. Tony looked at him confused, he didn't know why Rhodes was so cold towards him when he hadn't done anything wrong. Tony shrugged, deciding to worry about it later, and got more coffee before going down to his shop, already have forgotten about the confrontation and working on problems with his suit in his head.

Rhodes shook his head at his long time friend, wondering when he had become so forgetful (He didn't know the full extent of what Snow went threw, having only been a major part of her life since Tony had been rescued, he thinks that she is being yelled at, not abused). A few moments later, Snow came back with an armful of blankets and pillows, her eyes guarded but hopeful. Rhodes sighed, he never knew why Harley never realised that he wasn't going anywhere.

"What are we watching today kid?" Rhodes asked, taking the armful from the small girl and silently wondered how she managed to carry all of them, as he himself had trouble carrying them all.

"Lord of the Rings?" Snow asked hopefully. Rhodes smiled. It was her favourite movie. Almost every time that he came over, they ended up watching the lord of the rings.

"Sure. Jarvis, can you start the Fellowship, extended addition please?" Rhodes asked as he started to arrange the blankets and pillows. Snow appeared back all of a sudden with even more blankets and pillows. She quickly arranged them so that she was leaning up against Rhodes as the movie started.


Twelve hours later, 8 o'clock at night, the last of the trilogy had finished and Snow stood up with a tired stretch. "Doing nothing all day makes me soo sleepy. I'm going to order something, what should we get?" Snow groaned with a stretch.

"Don't know don't care." Rhodes also groaned with a stretch. Snow picked up a menu for take out pizza and ordered two medium pepperoni pizza's and a medium pineapple pizza. Rhodes set out some plates and went down to get the pizza when it got to their home. After they picked out their slices of pizza, Rhodes and Snow 'cheered' with the pizza slices and joked around as they ate their food and cleaned up afterwards. Snow put the one full pizza box in the fridge and her own half full box in the fridge.

"Cold pizza for breakfast! My fave!" Snow said happily. Rhodes chuckled. Harley was so serious all the time that it was easy to forget that she was only sixteen, not the mid twenties that everyone assumed that she was. But then she would do something and her true age would show through and surprise everyone.

Rhodes looked at the clock and came to a decision. "It's getting late. Tony won't mind so I'll stay over tonight and go home in the morning."

Snow froze, her back to Rhodes. He couldn't see the shock that showed in her face. He also couldn't guess at the war that waged in her, whether or not someone truly cared for her or not. "Your right. Tony wouldn't mind." None of her inner conflict showed in her voice. Snow was well practised in the art of concealing her emotions.

Rhodes helped her gather up all of the blankets and pillows and bring them into Snow's room. Rhodes eyes went wide, looking around the room. It was light and airy but had dark blue walls with one and a half walls done beautifully so that it looked like a forest, and the dark blue base made all of the trees and the like seem darker. Her bed was two queen mattresses on the ground. She had four book cases overflowing with books, along with a desk that was piled high with books. She had several big black bean bag chairs randomly placed around the room. The thing that surprised Rhodes the most was the fact that, one, she dumped all of the pillows and blankets onto her bed, and two, the fact that she had a massive amount of stuffed animals all around her room.

"This looks great! Good job kid!" Rhodes complemented her.

"No its not. I only paint when I'm bored. Its not done yet and is sloppily done." Snow said as she threw her armful onto the bed.

"Its great kid." Rhodes sighed as Snow shook her stubbornly and led him into a spare room. "You can stay here Uncle James, Tony won't mind. He also won't be back up from his shop until tomorrow at the earliest." Snow told him. "If you need me, I'm down the hall." With that Snow left for her room.


Snow woke up with a scream that was muffled by her arm and her pillow. Snow's eyes darted back and forth across her room, looking for danger. During the night was the only time that she allowed herself to be vulnerable, because while she could control her dreams, she couldn't control the ones that she got that hadn't happened yet. When Snow was certain that no one was in her room, she fell back against her bed with a sigh. Snow curled up in a ball on her pillows and tried to go back to sleep. After an hour of trying and failing to go back to sleep, she gave up and got up to have a shower. Pealing off her bandages, Snow was pleased to notice that her wounds had healed greatly, they looked weeks old instead of a day old. Snow had an unnatural healing ability that had stumped any and all of the doctors that she had met. When she was fifteen, Snow had been in a horrible car accident, while Tony had been held hostage. Her spine had been badly damaged along with her spinal cord. Snow had healed but had conned the doctors into placing electronic devices along her spine that 'helped' her heal. In reality, they had expanded to minuscule amounts, and absorbed into her spinal cord for later use.

After Snow's shower, Snow reentered her bedroom and opened her closest. After pawing threw her clothes, she pulled out cans and cans of paint. Snow hadn't been lying to Rhodes, she did paint when she was bored, she just didn't tell her uncle the whole truth, that she mainly painted at night, when she couldn't sleep due to nightmares. Jarvis turned on all of her lights so they were shinning brightly, illuminating her room.

"Thank you Jarvis." Snow said distractedly. She popped open the paint cans, pulled out some well loved brushes, and began to paint a tree.


Several hours later, the sun was up and Snow entered the kitchen in new, paint free pajama pants and a tank top (Snow had had a lot of scars when she had first been brought to live with her father so no one ever noticed and new scars that she might have had). Snow grabbed her box of pizza and started eating. A soft ping sounded and Snow looked up.

"Morning." She said. Happy and Rhodes both entered the room at the same time for different corners.

"Good morning Ms. Stark."

"Good morning Harley." They said respectively.

"Pizza for breakfast. I'm being lazy." Snow informed them and took a bite. Rhodes and Happy both laughed and Rhodes took out the full box of pizza. Happy took a slice when it was offered to him. There was pleasant conversation going on between the three of them while Happy waited for Tony to come up so they could go to some function.

"Good morning sir." Jarvis said.

"Morning J, Happy, Rhodes, Harley. What's for breakfast? I'm starving." Tony asked as he sat at the table.

"Cold pizza. I'm being lazy." Snow said in a tight voice.

"What? You being lazy? When are you ever lazy?" Tony teased.

"I'm allowed to have a day off. Gods know you do." Snow snapped and left the table.

"What's wrong with her?" Tony asked. Happy looked suspicious but didn't say anything. Rhodes looked angry.

"I don't know. Pepper will be mad if you don't get to your function. And I have to get to work." Rhodes said. "Jarvis, please tell Harley that I am leaving." With that, Rhodes left. Tony and Happy left soon after that. Snow crept out from the hall and looked around.

"Are they gone? And will they be back soon?" Snow asked softly.

"No Miss Snow. Mister Stark will not be back for at least five hours, as he is with Miss Potts who will not allow him to leave before that. Rhodes will not be back anytime soon, as he is going on a mission." Jarvis said.

"Good. Can you pull up my blueprints? I think I'm almost done! Finally." Snow exclaimed as she raced into the elevator and started down to her Fathers lab.

"Certainly Miss Snow." Jarvis said and as she entered the lab, her blueprints showed on a computer screen. After an hour and a half of straight work, and Jarvis helping her with some calculations, Snow sat back satisfied.

"I think I'm done! These ones are good for flight, long distance or swift short distances. The ones for Battle and trick flying will have to wait. I want to fly!" Snow said excited, her eyes a bright baby blue. "How long will it take for them to be ready?" Snow demanded.

"The metal frame of the wings will be done in another three hours. You will then have to add the feathers that you want in it." Jarvis said, sounding almost amused.

Snow sighed impatiently. "Fine." She grumbled and pouted. Snow pulled up a different set of blueprints and started to work on the plans for the wings for battle. Snow had started the plans for her wings when she was eleven, and in high school. She worked hard on her first set of wings in her spare time, and when she wouldn't get caught. She had made a few modifications for the Battle and trick flying ones but mainly focused on the first set of wings. She had her fathers intelligence and memory, and while she had never had her intelligence tested, Jarvis had told her that she was just as smart as Tony is. She had graduated Medical school last month and wasn't doing anything great with her life as she was to young. But, she had plans. As soon as she turned eighteen she was leaving and never coming back.


AUTHOR'S NOTE READ THIS!

TIME LINES DO NOT EXIST!

THIS WILL FOLLOW MY TIME LINE!

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ON WITH THE STORY!


Three hours later, Snow was jolted out of her calculations by Jarvis informing her that the wings had been completed. Shaking off her daze, Snow rushed over to the metal maker (Something that she had made that created and moulded a new type of metal. It was extremely light and durable.) and opened it. Snow gasped at the metal frames. They had a beautifully crafted thick metal band that made up the strong top layer of wings. The band had small leaves and vines wrapping around it. On closer inspection, Snow could see the small holes in which the feathers that she had chosen would be placed. Branching out from the metal band were thinner beams of metal that connected to form metal arches, that almost looked like feathers. In between each of the 'feathers' was a delicately thin metal links, barely visible, but would allow Snow to fly even without the feathers that she was planning on incorporating into the frames.

"I got to get these upstairs before Tony gets home!" Snow exclaimed. Snow lifted up a wing and squealed happily when it extended.

"It works!" Snow grabbed the other wing and started to haul both of them to the elevator. Pressing the buttons, Snow waited impatiently for the elevator to ascend to the proper floor. Once she got the all clear from Jarvis, Snow hurried into her room. Once there, Snow walked to the back of her walk in closet. Once there, she pushed a trapdoor open and, ignoring the ladder, jumped to the bottom of a ten foot drop. Snow landed lightly on her feet and entered a beautiful room. It was a good size, seven feet, by seven feet, and seven feet tall. Tony had built the floor in originally to cover the entire floor of living space but Snow had created the small room for herself. Tony had forgotten about the room and would never notice the small part missing.

Snow placed one wing along the right wall and the other along the left. Going to the table to the back wall, Snow hauled a massive box off of metal feathers off of the table and dropping them in front of one of the wings. Snow extended the wing as far as it could go and anchored each tip to the table. Snow also started a her fire place going and placed a small tipped metal rod.

"Jarvis, can you please let me know when I must make an appearance? Can you also turn my lights up all the way please?" Snow asked softly.

"Of course Miss Snow." Jarvis answered.

Snow took one of the feathers and stuck it into one of the holes. Snow took the now hot metal tip and gently melted the feather into place. Snow took the next feather and repeated. Snow was standing at the table for several hours, and completed about half of a wing before Jarvis interrupted her.

"Miss Snow, it is almost time for dinner. You have missed lunch and you are much to small to be missing meals." Jarvis said, sounding as determined as an artificial intelligence could.

"B-but my wings! They're almost done! I'm so close!" Snow whined, pouting at the ceiling. Jarvis never answered, merely turning down the lights slowly. Snow grumbled but put away her tools, knowing that Jarvis would continue to lower the lights until she was unable to work.

"You all are way to focused on my weight. I'm not that skinny!" Snow complained, climbing the ladder.

"Miss Snow, you are 92 pounds, 11 pounds underweight."Jarvis said.

"So? I'm only a little bit underweight. I'm fine." Snow grumbled and started to cook some food for dinner.

"How many people will I be feeding?" Snow asked, after several minutes of pointless arguing with the A.I.

"Three. You, Mister Stark, and Miss Potts." Jarvis answered. Snow grumbled but started enough for three people. For some reason unknown to Snow, Miss Potts, or Pepper, hated her. Snow had been living with Tony for six years, since he had found her in the foster care system. Snow thought, but had no proof, that Pepper was the only one who truly knew what Tony did to her while he was drunk enough to black out. Snow didn't blame Tony, as he seemed to honestly have no memory of what he did. So, Snow kept Tony as far away emotionally as she could, to keep herself from being hurt more when he beat her. It never once crossed her mind that, if she told Tony what was actually going on, that he would stop drinking and do everything in his power to make it up to her. Snow thought that she deserved the abuse, because she grew up with it and knew that she was a worthless, ugly, disgusting girl who needed to be abused. Snow had, for as long as she could remember, been abused. The only thing that she wanted in life was to protect children who might be in the same situations as she had been.

Just as Snow put dinner on the table, Tony and Pepper showed up.

AUTHORS NOTE!

I KNOW THAT TONY SEEMS OOC BUT THERE IS A REASON FOR IT.

TONY IS HONESTLY A GOOD GUY. WHEN HE DRINKS TO MUCH HE BLANKS OUT AND HAS NO MEMORY WHAT SO EVER OF WHAT HE DOES! HE KNOWS NOTHING OF WHAT HE IS DOING! HE KNOWS THAT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SNOW BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FIX IT. HE HAD TRIED TO BE THERE FOR SNOW BUT NEITHER ONE OF THEM KNEW HOW TO BE PARENT AND CHILD SO THEY DRIFTED APART AND NOW THIS IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP.