*I've never been one for fanfiction but recently saw the Avengers movie and just absolutely fell in love with the storyline. And plus this just seemed the perfect opportunity to create a character I've been thinking about for a while, just haven't had a place to put her yet.
I'd like to introduce Mila Stark, Tony Stark's niece. I'm going to meld her into the Avenger storyline; it's just something I do, create new characters and blend them into stories. I hope that's okay. Again, never really officially done this before, just wanted to try.
Let me know what you think. This is Chapter One, the Prologue, whatever you wanna call it. It'll get more exciting, I promise. Reviews please! HONEST ONES!*
Ironman gently landed on the balcony and began walking down the aisle that connected to the top floor of the Stark building. Each step corresponded with a whirl of machinery that peeled away his red and gold exoskeleton, effectively turning the lauded superhero Ironman into the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark.
"Tony! Hi." Pepper Potts clicked across the polished tile floor in her 3 inch heels, still dressed professionally as CEO of Stark Industries. As usual, she was carrying a phone and Bluetooth headset, which she had obviously just finished speaking into. "How was your day, sweetie."
"Oh, the usual. Had to fight off hordes of adoring fans as I patrolled the city looking for trouble or hot chicks. In distress. Hot chicks in distress. Or anyone in distress. Cause I'd help them too of course. But mainly the hot chicks."
"I thought you were working on the installation of the arc reactor to run us on completely clean energy."
"That fit in there too somewhere." Completely stripped of his metal suit, Tony stepped down and smiled at Pepper. "But I decided to call it quits a little early. It was getting a little stressful and I was kind of hoping for a massage."
"Great. Okay. Massage. I can do that. I can…I'll get changed."
"Hey. Potts." Tony put his hands on her shoulders. "Chill out a bit, darlin. I'm not just another item on your to-do list. Although if I was, I should definitely be number one. In fact, I should really be the only thing on your to-do list." She nodded quickly. "You seem a little more stressed than usual, which for you, is unbelievably stressed beyond belief." He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as he tried to maintain eye contact.
"What? Oh no, nothing, no, everything's great. Hey, by the way, how's your…have you heard from your sister lately?" Pepper coughed. "You know. Just…by the way."
Tony stepped back. "This is incredibly random, but nothing is random with you, so actually this is incredibly bad news, isn't it?" He didn't wait for her to answer. "I haven't heard from Chrissie in years, you know that. And that was at the reunion, where the only thing she said to me was 'look at Mila's baby pictures, isn't your niece precious', and I said no." He paused. "Come to think of it, that may be one of the reasons I haven't heard from her in years."
"Well, that's funny you mention Mila." Pepper paced a few steps away. "You realize you've never actually met your niece? That's a little sad, don't you think?"
"No. Oh, no, no, no, no. And in case you didn't hear me, no." Tony shook his head vehemently. "I see where this is going. And I do not approve. No. End of story, I don't want to visit my niece, she doesn't want to visit me, they all want nothing to do with me and I can say the same. For them, I want nothing to do with them. I want everything to do with me. Speaking of me, how's that massage looking?" He clapped his hands.
"That's not the end of the story. You haven't even heard me yet. And," Pepper took a deep breath, "for the record, it doesn't even matter what you say. I already said yes."
Tony said nothing, just blinked.
"Chrissie asked if Mila could come stay with us just for a little bit. As a student. She said she's extremely bright and quite advanced for her age, and frankly Chrissie doesn't know what to do with her. Mila's apparently a little bit of trouble as well, and your sister thinks it would be a great opportunity for her to get a glimpse of reality, what she could be working with if she pulls herself together. And I said yes." Pepper waited nervously for Tony's reaction, but getting none, she forged on. "She sounds just like you! And I thought, well, this is your family. You should reconnect-"
"She practically disowned herself from my family. She never wanted anything to do with being a Stark." Tony finally moved, turning and walking behind the bar counter to reach for a drink. "That's why she's sending _," he muttered, almost to himself. "Chrissie never could stand anomalies. She wanted a nice little life with a nice little house in a nice little town, settle down with a nice working husband and have 2.5 kids or whatever the American dream is these days."
"Tony, it doesn't matter what you want."
"It always matters what I want."
"Not this time. This time I'm thinking about someone else besides you."
Tony frowned. "I don't like that. Stop that. Think about me, like you always have."
Pepper couldn't help it, she smiled. "Okay, Tony. I promise that this was the last time." She started to walk out of the room.
"Hey, hey, where are you going?" Tony called. "Come back, sit down, let's have a drink and do that thing where I talk to you and you listen to me and then change your mind cause I'm always right."
"I'm going to go change, don't you want that massage?" she called without looking back. Tony stopped for a second, thought about it, and nodded slightly to himself. It was a good point. "But it doesn't matter," Pepper continued. "She's already on her way to the airport."
Tony groaned and flopped down on the nearest leather couch. "There's no use arguing, is there. So I should just shut up now?"
"If you want that massage, yes."
He shut up.