I have had this idea for a long time now and I just had to write it!
I am not Stan Lee, so I don't own any of these badasses except my OC
Enjoy
15 years ago...
Tony Stark was having a normal day, well as normal a day as you can have when you're a genius, billionaire, play boy, philanthropist. When suddenly JARVIS alerted him to someone standing outside his door.
"Who is it?" Stark asked, still focussed on his work.
"I'm unsure sir, she appears to be female, tall, lean, brown hair and eyes, but I cannot verify an identity." JARVIS replied.
Tony sighed and stood from is workbench. He walked up the stairs to his front door.
"Whose there?" He asked as he opened the door.
No one was there.
"Hello?" He called with more curiosity than anger.
No response.
The sound of crying reached Tony's ears and he looked down in response.
On his front doorstep he saw a small bundle of blankets with a folded piece of paper attached to it. The crying sound was coming from the bundle.
Tony bended down and placed his arms around the bundle, lifting up to his chest.
He pulled the small piece of folded paper off the blanket and unfolded it.
Dear Tony Stark,
Thanks a lot asshole for getting me pregnant. Now the little girl you put inside me has a very serious heart condition and I can't afford to take care of her, nor can I spare the time. So you will have to take care of her. You really are an asshole aren't you?
Love,
I won't tell you my name so you don't find me with that freakish digital butler you have.
P.S. The baby's name is May so you don't go naming her something totally bullshit.
The baby in Tony's arms began to cry harder and grabbed onto his shirt with its small hands.
She was his daughter, his baby, his child.
She was his responsibility.
He wasn't ready for it.
8 years later...
May Stark was the youngest in her 8th grade class, how could she not be? She was only 8 years old and still had the slightest trouble tying her own shoes. Still, she was the best student in her class, answered every question right, and had A's in every subject.
Unfortunately her heart condition had gotten worse as she had gotten older, and her father was now hurriedly working on something that would be able to fix it.
One day the pain in her chest became especially bad, and she alerted her teacher, Ms. Matthews, who immediately called Tony.
May went home early that day.
"Dad, are you almost done with that project? Why won't you just let me help you?" She whined. She was a child genius and had designed at least one third of all the weapons blueprints for the military, even though her father didn't like to admit it.
"Because, you don't understand your condition as well as I do." That was the answer she got every time.
"My heart is weaker and too much strain risks it giving out completely." She recited the lecture she got from him at least once a week.
"You can't help and that's final." He said, returning to his work as she stomped upstairs angrily.
Yeah I know, dumb way to end the first chapter but my mom is breathing down my neck, so live with it.
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