Summary: The thing about rebirth is, it can, be a real pain in the ass, no matter the time, no matter the lifestyle it's always the same. She wasn't new in finding herself being reborn, as the bastard daughter from a one night stand. However in saying that, she's never really lived any of her lives and it's been a long, long, long time since she's found something wroth fighting for. One billionaire, Tony Stark had given her a reason to do just that.

Note:

Disclaimed: I do not own any of the characters of the Marvel Universe, I do however own my OC.

Warning: There's mention of a couple of dark concepts such, as child abusive and suicidal events, however despite all this it never goes into full details about the said concepts.

Pairing: Mostly cannon, but there well be Peter Parker x OC, later on.

The Peter in this fan fiction will be, based on the 2012 Spider Man version and not the Spider Man Homecoming.

She's remembers most of them, most of her past lives, she remembers being a farmer's daughter living in World War one, remembers being a princess, forced to marry someone she never loved and only tolerate him on a good day. A General daughter, a daughter of a drugged, who struggled to raise her, remember a couple of her birth parents being killed either shot, hit and run and some had even killed themselves, she's been sold off to slaver, she's been beaten, had a father who, went mad. She herself been on the same life, insane for two lives, she couldn't handle being reborn again - the guilt of killing people, still followed her even now.

She's been taught skills from before where she's still able to remember them, whether she can still use them in this life time is a different story, but if this one the same as all the others then there's no doubt, it well happened again. There was only one man, she had ever loved, she couldn't have children in that life time, to many still-born, she never loved again, she couldn't bring herself to love anyone again. Evey life time her parents would think of her, as strange, she was antisocial, never talked to other children, mainly because she found them all annoying, with there need to know everything, the stupid exercise they've made them do, she couldn't have been bother to do them all again.

She's lived a life of being homeless, because she couldn't be bothered to get another job, to pay the bills and live on, she lived on the streets. She's been through so many lives, so many times, learnt different skills, been through different countries, she's done everything humanly possible, she was even a dog in one life - it was strange, but she's been there and done that, didn't even get the t-shirt. All her lives, she's surprise Death hadn't made her gender a boy just to shake things up, but, she was always born a girl.

She was what most people would call her an old soul, where most things were dull and plain to her, she couldn't care about things which would make a normal person happy. She doesn't care about birthdays anymore, one thing her birth-parents in every life time would think was strange even the most, abusive would call her a freak, she's seen the good in humanity, team work shining through in the worse times, but she's also seen the madness in those and demons in others.

She wasn't too surprised in finding being born again, as a bastard daughter, from a one night stand. The mother was young, wanted to keep her, the woman really did, but due to her age and the one night stand, the woman parents were not all happy with their daughter, kicked her out from home and the woman finding trouble keeping two jobs and rasing her. She's ten mouths old when the woman with brown hair and blue eyes couldn't keep her any longer. She was, worried about her, mainly because her daughter hadn't shown any signs of talking, believing herself being a horrible mother, but that was fair from the truth, because she couldn't care to talk, always had to dumb herself down, so she wouldn't bring too much attentions.

Wrap up in a warm pink blanket and gently placed in a basket a hand written care placed down beside her, she was off at the middle of the night, but the thing about New York is the city is it's known for the city that never sleeps, nothing much had change, since the last times the child had been reborn. There were still people about, as the woman drives her away, given her second glanced here and there, doubting about her plain. Apparently her mother, used to work for some from off media, slept with the person whom she was, meant to interview and that's where she was going, dropped off at Stark Tower the woman looked down her one last time and maybe it was wrong, maybe the child shouldn't, be messing with the woman, but she wanted to tell her she understood.

"Meh, mama," she spoked and the woman was gone, car pulled away, but the child saw the tears running down her cheeks.

Blue eyes glanced up at the door and behind her it had open the man was speaking to someone, who she hadn't known, but the bolding man closes the door and walks away, only to double look at the basket in front of him.

"Bloody hell, he could at least wore protection," he mumbles. "Let's see," he picks up the little card that was beside her. "Tony Stark. You might not remember me or care, but this bundle is your's. I do not wish to, be apart of the child life, her name is Cynthia Melody Stark."

He mumbles and a hand goes over his bolding head, placing the card in his front pocket of his black suit, he opens the door and walks inside the tower.

"Good even Mr. Stane," a voice called.

This had caught the child attention, her eyes didn't catch anyone walk in, granted being an infant her vision was fairly limited, but still, she had better sense than that.

"Where's Tony?"

"Sir is still down in his lab."

The man let's out a sigh and he glanced back down at the infant.

"The press is going to have a field day."

She watches as he goes into an elevator he glanced down at her and shakes, his head in a disapprove way, if she was older, she would have hissed at him and kicked him in the knee - it takes a while afterwords until he reaches the floor Stark, she thought at the new father, wearing an AC/DC t-shirt and a smoothie in his head, his eyes flicker towards her.

At least, she didn't have the same eyes as him, she thought.

"Who's the kid Obie?" he asked and Stane places the basket down onto the table, pointing a finger at her way.

"This is yours Tony," Stark raises an eye brow.

"No it's not."

Stane nods his head.

"Oh yes she is."

"How do you know it's a girl?" Tony asked and Stane passes him the card.

"Everything is on that card, gender, birthday and name. The mother didn't want her, said she slept with you and popped that thing out," he tosses a thumb at her direction.

She giggles, if she was being reborn again she wanted to find humour in anything she could.

"Huh," Tony points out. "The kid got a sense of humour."

Obadiah tosses an arm over Tony shoulder and walked him away, glancing over at the girl.

"Now Tony, I know you bring women home and all, but you have to understand," he shakes his hand about. "You get my picture, now let's talk, you're twenty and about to turn twenty-one. How do you think the press of well reacted finding out that Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark has a heir already for, Stark Industries, if you keep her?"

"You do realized that we don't know if the kid even mime," Tony points out. "The mother could have ditched her here just to get rid off her and Obie, you do remember I couldn't care about the press, right."

He pats Tony on the back.

"I know, I know, but we need to think this through. The stocks could drop and you are about to gain the keys back to the business."

"How about this? I'll run a test on her to see if she's really mine and then we can talk about it later? I'm sure everything well be, under control."

Stane throws his arms up in defense before, placing them in his pocket.

"Fine, whatever it's up to you."

Both men turned to the sound of crying, they exchanged a glanced.

"Don't look at me," Stane said. "You said, you had it under control."

She cried and cried, Tony tired to go back to work, but sighed, pinching the bridge of his noise, he walked over and held her in his arms, she claimed down, deciding his job was over she placed him back into the basket, but she cried as soon as he let go off her, the same pattern redo a couple of times, before Tony had given up. He sits on the couch inside the lab and frowns at the infant in his arms.

"Your causing a lot of trouble you know that."

"Sir, do you wish for me to order some baby things?"

Tony could have sworn the child held amusement in her eyes.

"Nope, no, no," he winches at the smell. "Take that back, maybe some dippers and a bottle."

"A crib," the AI, points out and Tony, sighs in defeat.

"Yeah, yeah a crib."

Cynthia had to give her new father credit - the man was a genius and she couldn't help, but wonder if her mind well work the same, she gag at the idea. She remember in one life time a genius, she once knew had killed himself, people never understood him, thought he was crazy, even his own parents had despaired him they found his body laying in a pool of his own dried blood, three days later in his living room. Sometimes being the village idiot has it's upside, because you're too obviously to the world and its harsh words around you to even care, so in a sense, she hoped she hadn't gain her father genius.

For a change she also hoped, he would ditch her, dump her or give her away, because only a billionaire company is too much hard work. It also means trouble and she likes a peaceful life, because only a company which makes weapons can only cause problems, people wanting money by targeting the weakest link, having no friends because they would think, she was too good for them and then there are, the press. Yeah no, not to mention all the people who will be after, her head, because people tended to forget that a weapon company, is just another job, another job which may end your life, but it's still just another job. A very difficult job at that.

So now she's left inside a spare room, being placed in a crib and watched over by an AI - the thing about rebirth is, you find yourself at the start once again and being a baby is fairly boring, so she stares at the plain wall in front of her, trying to block out the thought that her new father happened to be poking, his head in, her room.

"Are you sure she's mine Jarvis?" he asked.

"Positive sir, she's 100% yours, she shares your DNA sir."

"Huh?"

"Do you wish me to inform Mr Stane about the new member?"

"No," his no, is long and slow.

Tony walks forward towards the infant in the crib and stares down at her, pointing.

"Isn't she meant to cry J?" he asked.

"I do believe sir, human children have a tendess to cry when they need something or are uncomfortable."

She wanted to snort, because she hadn't acted like a new-born, since her seven time being reborn, but instead of a snort had come a hiccup.

"Huh."

Her new father seems to be saying that a lot lately.

He picks her up gently and she wanted to turn her noise in the air, because just great, just great, this was so what she needed another father to be an alcoholic, he better not be an abusive bastard, otherwise she was going to run again.

Tony raise an eye brow as the child turns her head and throws out, her little arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I believe, she may smell your alcoholic on you, sir."

As she tried to get away from, his tight grip, she had to give credit when due, he's a drinker, but he wasn't acting like one. Maybe he hadn't had enough to make him, tipple just yet?

"Hey," he said softly, placing a hand on the back of her head. "It's alright, I won't hurt you. Trust me."

He walks over towards the arm-chair and she can feel tears pick up in, her eyes, but refuse to acknowledge them.

"You know, I don't think I'll be able to look after you. I'm really not the parenting type."

She was listing now, because he was the first to admit, everybody she had come across always thought they had it down pack, until the stress was too much for them.

"Man, Obie right about one thing. The press well have a field day tomorrow, unless," he glanced down at her. "You know, I'm not going to say something like I love you or anything, because I've only just found out about you. But I really shouldn't look after you."

Gee yer think, she thought.

"Don't tell anyone this," he points out. "But I think it's best if I send you off somewhere. I don't know how to be a father, mime wasn't exactly a role mode and Howard was a bit of a jerk, he was, drunk most of the time."

And your going to turn out like him, she sadly thought.

"This is for your happiness, your safety, beside you wouldn't want to run a weapon company."

He turns his head away from her, chin being held up by his hand as he stares of at the window, she titles her head and reaches out to him, arms wide.

This guy needed a hug, she thought.

She tried to move froward, but it was difficult, his eyes widen at the action, before gently places her arms down, she pokes her tone out and he raised an eye brow, as she tries to redo her earlier action.

"J, what's happening?"

"It appears, she wishes to hug you sir."

"That or trying to choke me."

Her arms went further and further, trying to reach out and he leaned her further away from him, she huff and cross her arms and she gives, him a raspberry.

"Yep, point one for Tony, zero for Cynthia."

She wanted to be immediately, so she narrowed her eyes and tossed him a glare, he just tickled her chin.

"You're kind of cute, you know?"

He stood and was about to place her back down into the crib, she refused and then the next thing, she knew a bubble surrounded them, both of them widen their eyes. This was new, she's never had powers before, but here it was a bubble, acting like a shield, surrounded them, she was held close to his chest after that. His eyes holding amazement, as a finger slowly moves about and for the first time in a long time, she felt child wonder inside of her, her fingers guiding along with Tony as they stare at the bubble like shield around them. She blinks, deciding she wanted it gone and just like that the bubble pops and water like liquid was seen, dropping down to the ground, gently, Tony holds out his hand and rubs his fingers together, as he catches a rain drop.

Personally she thought that was pretty cool and she claps her hands, giggling madly even her new father had a smile on, his face.

"J, what was that?"

Jarvis was, quite for a moment, as if the AI it's self was having trouble to determined it's self.

"I believe the bubble was some form of shield, sir."

"But there wasn't any mutant cells in her DNA, was there Jarvis."

"No sir there was not."

"Huh," he responded. "Do you think the mother, may have used her as a test subject?"

"It could be possible, but there were no signs."

"Huh."

She giggles again, maybe this life time won't be so bad.

Obadiah Stane was not very happy, wasn't happy at all, his Godson had decide to keep the child and now, he finds himself in the back of the car with Happy driving and Tony speaking over the phone ordering baby things and that, said child was looking at him and he could have sworn she had a smug of a smile on her face. Great even the kid held something against him, aw well if she tries to kill him when she's older, he would know she remember about the conversation, held in the lab. Just another problem, he had to work around.

"Don't be like that Obie," Tony teased as he hanged up, his phone. "She's your grand-daughter, say hello to little Miss Stark."

Tony gently grabs the child small hands and waves at him, she's frowning at him, Stane sure of it, because then a yawn escaped her mouth as Tony let's her hand go. He watches as his godson holds onto her, ticking her chin and allowing Cynthia to, grab his finger with her small tiny hands.

"Tony you do know if you go through with this, you can't just toss her away, if you get sick off her." he warns.

Tony gasp, dramatically holding the child close to his chest.

"How dare you, I would never. Nope from here on out I'm a new man."

Stane raises an eye brow, because really he can't see his alcoholic, genius, billionaire godson, a new man, not without a couple of drinks.

"I mean it Obie," he reassured. "From this day froth, I'm going to try to be a better father then Howard ever was. I don't want my little princess, growing up with the same life-style as me. Meaning her old man, won't be a drunk."

"And what are you going to tell the press?"

"I've already got that worked out."

"Were here boss," Happy informed them.

"Thank you Happy. How would you like to be an uncle?"

The body guard blinks at the news.

"Boss?"

"Think about it," Tony pats him on the back and opens the door.

Stark holds onto her a little bit tighter and close to his chest, wrapping the edge of the blanket around, her small cubby cheek to avoided the lights from the cameras. It doesn't take them long, it never does when the press is involve, he's hardly onto the carpet and they've already flocked towards him like sheep, pointing their microphone at him, holding their pens up in the air and firing questions from left to right. Happy comes in and another body guard on his side, they block both sides and they walk forwards, Obadiah behind them and following, as they walked down into the hall.

The get to the small stage, but Tony doesn't stand behind the stand, which is there for him, instead he sits down next to.

"Hey can we sit," Tony said. "I feel like sitting, sitting great and yet's make as little noise as possible. Shh, she's sleeping."

He gestures a finger towards the girl in, his arms, small chatter breaks out, but advantage they do as they are told.

"Mr Stark, is it true you are now the CEO of Stark Industries?" one asked.

"What's the thing in your arms Mr Stark," another asked.

Tony waves, his hand downwards.

"First of it all, yes it is. I'm now of age to be CEO of Stark Industries a new area, well begin. Second of all this here is my daughter, not an it."

Another uproar of questions had begun, but only one had caught his attentions.

"What's her name Mr Stark?"

"This here is little, Cynthia Melody Stark. She's my daughter and if she wishes to later on, when she becomes of age, she will be able to take over Stark Industries."

"Who's the mother?"

"I won't give names. The family wishes not to be mention, but sadly the mother had died during childbirth."

He stands and starts to walk away despite the press asking for more attentions, more news about the ordeal, he refuses every signal one of them.

Months later, Tony had found himself sitting on the couch, feeding the child in his arms, he's already seen the newspaper. A picture of him holding his daughter in, his arms with the title of,

Cynthia Melody Stark, future owner of Stark Industries, well she follow her father and grandfather footsteps?

Tony hopes not, he doesn't want that for his daughter, he knew showing her off to the public was a risked move, not just for the company, but for his daughter well-being, he doesn't want her to have the same trouble as he did, growing up. However he also knew the press would have found out about her, soon or later and he wasn't too keen in seeing titles about, secret lover or adopted daughter floating around the news, so he had taken the chance and told the world.

Surprising the stocks had gone up and Cynthia hadn't had another indecent, where she would pop a shield into existence.

In truth, Tony doesn't know why he decide to keep her, one minute he wanted nothing to do with her - even after the press conference, but then she had to warn up to his blocked off heart and he really did turn into a new man. Hell, he even went to a board meeting with, her strap to his chest with a baby carry, telling anyone off if they thought it was a good idea to, remind him children weren't allowed in the room. Even the Generals had inched away from him, as he dared anyone to come near him.

Great he was going to be over protective, which wasn't cool, wasn't cool at all, but he wasn't going to neglect his child erither.

"Sir Mr Rhodey is at the door."

"Great, let him in J."

"Of course sir, he's been in form of your location. He doesn't appeared to happy."

Tony can live with that, because Stane wasn't to happy lately either, he kicked him out the other day after he swore in front of, his daughter. He would not allow such thing.

"Tony, what's this I hear about an heir?"

Tony doesn't replied straight away, instead he places down the bottle and gently places his daughter on his shoulder and pats her on the back, waiting for that burp.

James raises an eye brow.

"Platypus!" he cheered. "Want to see you're god-daughter?"

The man taken back by the news.

"It's true, you really had a kid. Tony did the mother really die or was it one night stand?"

"You didn't answer my question."

The child giggles in, his arms.

"That's not the point Tones, answer my questions. You know I won't tell."

"Fine, for your information. Yes I did have a daughter and yes she's mime. No her mother isn't dead. She just wants nothing to do with the child life."

"I see," he mumbles.

"And you don't need to give me the talk about, not caring for her. I already know this and we've been doing fine."

"Blah," the child spoke.

"So do you want to meet her or not, because Obie great and all, but I feel as if someone new should come along and take the rings."

James sighs in defeated and pinches the bridge of, his noise, before holding out his arms.

"Sure Tones."

"No," the child said, as she was, passed over. "Nope, no, no."

"She can talk?" Rhodes asked.

"Yeah, a little, she's a quick learner, she's a little clinging though."

Just on cue, Cynthia holds out her arms and tears are seen, as she open and closes her hands to Tony.

"Sorry little one, daddy wants you to meet you're Godfather."

He gestured to James and Miss Stark turns to him, shocking Tony friend all the same, before she pokes out her tone and points a finger at him.

"H-him?" she asked and Tony nods.

"Yep, " he pops out the p.

It was then for the first time, since she had found out Obie was going to be her Grandfather, she had cried.

Sooner or later, Cynthia had come to love her Godfather, she would ask when James was off with the military and asked when, he would come back and if her new father, had to go to a meeting with the troops, she had got to come along - only if Rhodes was there, clinging onto him like a life boat.

When she was one, she had met Miss Pepper Potts, as her father held onto her hand, as she walked around him, she hadn't liked the woman at first, but decided she was okay afterwords, when the red-head had brought her a white flower dress.

Happy was her favourite out of all of, her father body guards, he spent time with her even when he wasn't working. He often was the baby-sitter, if her father had decided not to take her to a board meeting or if he had to go out in public, refusing her away from the spot-light, personally she very much appreciate it.

Tony Stark knew very well, his daughter wasn't like other children, granted he had little experience with children, but he knew children weren't meant to act the way, Cynthia does. He's tried to introduce her to others, he really did, but she was fairly antisocial, she kept to herself and he could have sworn his daughter held a strong dislike for kids her age, because she often kept to herself, never responding well to others unless it was him or, James even Pepper sometimes had difficult time with her. She hardly talked and according to the web, kids her age were, meant to be at the stage where they talked noun stop at first, he thought she had lost the ability, ended up teaching her sigh language only for her to go the next day.

"Thanks for the new skill dad."

He wanted to screamed.

She's four, when Tony understands about her shield powers, self-defence, she can use them by will, just by a thought or a need for protection, he also notes that she doesn't speak like a normal child would, she speaks like an adult to old for, her age.

She's five when he just lets her be, let's her do as she pleases, but guides her every now and again and reminds her, he does care about her. She's five when she goes to school, not a boarding, like he did and not a private one, upon her requested, but a state one instead. He wanted the best for the best for his daughter, but she was happy with anything she had got, it didn't mean he wasn't allowed to spoil her every now and again. Scratch that, he really did spoil her. He also did not at all cry, when he waved her off despite what Miss Potts would say, because he really never did, well he may have cried and made a fool off himself, great he was going to be one of those dads.

She wasn't inserting in toys or video games, she was satisfied with music and books, she loved playing the piano or anything in the string music family. She's six when he buys her a harp and boots about in the tower that, his little girl is a musical prodigal.

She's seven when he tells people to stop dumbing things down for her, because he knows she can understand and notice the anger or annoyance in her eyes, when they treat her as if she couldn't understand.

Nobody questions Tony, if the girl is really his, because she looks so much like him and even acts like him at times, she has the same hair and the same face only different is, is well the obvious bright, baby blue eyes, something which Tony is sure she had gotten from, her unknown mother.

She's eight when, she really did kick Obadiah in the knee.

Reviews would be lovely, I would love to hear you're thoughts about this story and for a bit off shamless promotion anyone whom into Harry Potter, I do have a Harry Potter fic as well.