The Different Daughters of Tony Stark

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Summary: Tony Stark has a daughter and learns to live with his daughter. Each chapter is a different daughter and a different story. Chapters that recieve high reviews will be considered for full stand alone story status. Consider it a way to remove my writers block. I also give Tony Stark a daughter in most of my stories because I like making him suffer the cruel hand of cosmic justice; now he's the father worried about a playboy seducing his daughter.

Chapter 1: Brooke

Tony goes to Georgia to visit Harley, but if he finds a bar along the way and has a drink the night before he sees the boy then who can blame him? He hasn't seen Harley but he's stayed in touch with him and wants to personally surprise the boy with a full scholarship to the college of his choice. Sighing as he shuts off his car in front of a country bar, he thinks that the scholarship still isn't enough to thank the boy for helping him in a bleak situation but it is a start.

He is walking towards the bar when he hears a dirt bike zip into the parking lot. Glancing, he sees that the owner is a short and lean female with a full helmet complete with visor. Looking at the dirt bike he notes that the body is in the middle of repairs but that the engine runs well. Turning, he's about to open the bar door, but a man -whom he assumes to be the bar tender- rushes out and runs towards the girl. Eavesdropping is a bad habit, but Tony doesn't care and pretends to look for his wallet as the frustrated looking bar tender talks to the mysterious owner of the dirt bike.

Running as fast as his bad hip would let him, the bar tender meets the young woman half way. "She's at it again Brooke! If she keeps this up the cops will think I run a damn brothel!"

Lifting the visor, the young woman called Brooke sighs. "How drunk is she?"

Rubbing his jaw, the bar tender looks at her. "Drunk enough to be violent."

Taking off the helmet, Brooke sighs. "Of course she is. Don't worry, Paul. I got this, but have your shot gun ready."

Nodding, Paul takes her into the bar. Curiosity outweighs Tony's sense of self preservation and he follows the pair inside. Looking around he sees that no one under eighteen is in here and that the cigarette and cigar smoke is so thick you could practically carve it. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he slowly approaches the bar and sees the source of the bar tenders tension. There is a fifty year old scantily clad woman with dry and stringy bleached blonde hair and bad eighties make up sitting at the bar. He watches as she offers sexual favors in exchange for money, drugs, and alcohol. Shivering, he looks and sees the bar tender walk up to him.

Paul looks and recognizes Tony, but doesn't say anything. "What can I get you?"

Pointing, Tony sees the bourbon. "Bourbon. Is she your local hooker?"

Paul glances over at the woman as Brooke approaches. Sighing, he pours Tony's bourbon. "Kind of. She is hooked on so much shit that she sells herself while her daughter's working."

Shaking his head, he sees Brooke take off her helmet. She has deep brown eyes, high cheek bones, strong jaw, and hair that is cropped on the sides but left spiking length at the top. Chuckling to himself, Tony thinks she could model for the poster child of punk rock. "I take it that the young woman is her daughter?"

Nodding, Paul cleans some glasses. "Yeah, sharp as a damn whip and twice as quick. She built that dirt bike out of scrapped parts. When she's not working in the factory she's building and fixing shit. Amber says she gets it from her father."

Confused, Tony looks at Paul. "Who's Amber?"

Pointing, Paul points to the older woman. "Her. She was a beauty queen back in her day. Got a full ride scholarship to the best college in Georgia. Miss Georgia runner-up in 1988 before she went on summer break and came back pregnant."

Furrowing his brows, he remembers sleeping with a beauty queen on his way to Miami in 1988. "Her name is Amber Mayer is it?"

Paul nods. "Yeah. How do you know her?"

Looking at Paul, he looks at the young woman. "How old is Brooke?"

Stealing a glance at Amber and Brooke, Paul thinks. "Twenty-seven. Why?"

Tony is about to come up with lie when the sound of glass breaking and a person hitting the floor fills his ears. Turning, he sees Brooke on the floor holding the side of her head as Amber stands over her with a broken beer bottle.

Grabbing another bottle, Amber smashes it against the bar top. "You little piece of shit! I gave you life! Give me some money or I will cut your sorry ass!"

Looking up, Brooke prepares her body to move quickly. "How can I give you anymore money when you just steal it all!"

Amber tries to stab Brooke, but Brooke rolls out of the way. Growling, Amber starts throwing glasses as well as bottles. "You live in my damn house! I don't steal shit! My house, my money, my daughter! I do as I please with all of it!"

Taking cover under a table, Brooke breaths deeply as blood rushes from her head. "Then consider me gone. I'm not property. Kill yourself slowly if that's what you want, but don't blame me for your shitty life!"

Amber goes to dive under Brooke's table, but Brooke flips the table and Amber lands head first into the table top. Bar patrons form a protective circle around Brooke as they wait for the police to arrive. Touching her head, she looks dazedly at her blood covered hand. "That hurts."

Shocked, Tony looks at a paled Paul. "Does this happen often?"

Shaking his head, Paul looks at Tony. "Not this violent. I knew Amber was a mean woman but I never thought she would try to kill her own kid."

Looking at Brooke, Tony grabs a small device from his pocket. "Excuse me, I will be back."

Taking a small device from his pocket, Tony pricks his finger puts a drop of blood into it. Walking over he sees the crowd part slightly and enough people crowding her to notice that she's frustrated by the attention. Walking up, he smiles. "I've got a little experience at looking at injuries. May I?"

He flips the fallen hair from the gash on her cropped side and sees a wound that will need stitches. Discreetly, he gets some of her blood in his analyzer and the light turns green. Shit. "You will need stitches. That much is clear. Is there an ambulance on the way. She could have a concussion."

Blinking, she looks at hi. "I do. I don't need stitches if someone has some superglue. Thanks for the concern though. I need to get my stuff before she whores bail."

The police walk in just as she says that. Looking up, she sees the offending cops. "Hey, can you keep her in a while longer, she assaulted me and I'm packing up and leaving. I don't if I have to live under a bridge. I'm done."

One officer scowls. "Hold your damn tongue."

Tony is about to say something when a big burly guy covered in tattoos wearing biker gear stands up. "Wanna repeat that Jeff? I'm pretty sure your wife would like to know how she got crabs."

The officer shuts his mouth and nods. Standing up, Brooke makes her exit through the back. Quickly, Tony follows her. The big guy follows him and shuts the back door before Tony can open the door. "Wanna tell me why you're following her, Tiny?"

Looking up, Tony smiles. "Yeah, I knew her mom in the biblical sense about twenty-eight, closer to twenty-seven years ago."

Looking at Tony, the man shakes his head. "I knew you looked familiar. Damn, she looks like you."

Nodding, Tony looks at him. "I promise you that if I had known she existed then I would have taken her away from this."

The biker frowns and opens the door. "You still can. She's rough. She stays with me and the fellas when her mamma gets to be too much. Be good to her or you will have the Devil's Hounds on your tiny ass." The guy takes a wad of cash from his pocket and hands it to Tony. "Give her this. I never got to pay her for fixing my ride. She wouldn't take it, but maybe you can put some sense in her head."

Walking through the door, Tony shakes his head. "If she's anything like me, and judging from what I've seen and heard she definitely is like me, that will be impossible." Running, he stops her from riding off. "Hey! Wait!"

Turning, she looks at him and lifts her visor. "Can I help you, sir?"

An image of Brooke lifting an Iron Suit face plate rushes through his mind before he nods. "Yeah, I know you're not going to believe this, but I'm your father."

Looking at him, she smiles bitterly and shakes her head. "Right, Tony Stark is my father. Good talk. I've got some packing to do before she screws her way out of jail." Getting on her bike she looks at him one last time. "I appreciate your effort to get me out of a rough situation, but if you ever say something like that again, I will take a machinist wrench to your skull."

Looking at her, Tony thinks. She's a Stark and if there is one thing a Stark wants is facts. "Wait! I have DNA evidence!"

Stopping mid revv, she looks at him. "Prove it."

Taking out his blood analyzer and his Stark Phone, he looks at her. "I'm going to run the test again for your benefit." He pricks his finger and puts his blood on the analyzer and motions for her to do the same. "Watch the screen."

Watching the images, Brooke takes the phone. "Paternal Match. You are my father."

Nodding, Tony looks at her. "If I would have known I would have fought for custody. I-"

Falling back, he grabs his jaw. Looking up shocked, he sees her panting with a clenched fist. "You never bothered contacting any of your one night stands. That's for all the hearts you've broken. Be glad that I don't wail on you for my shitty existence but you say you don't know, so I will believe you. If you really want to help me? Get me the hell out of this God forsaken state!" She extends her right hand towards Tony.

Grabbing her hand, Tony is shocked by how strong she is and wonders about how much mechanic work she does alone. "You're strong. I've got to check on a friend. He's two towns over. You can abandon everything now and come with me. I can give you anything you need or want. I promise that I'm here now."

Pacing, she looks at him. "I want to get my tools. They are the only things that I've been able to keep from her."

Nodding, he shows her to his car. Watching her expression, he smiles despite his nervousness. "You like it? I bought and added a few customizations."

Putting her helmet under her arm, she opens the door. "Yeah, bullet proof glass and body. Stark Stereo System, sattelite tracking, and Arc Power technology. Of yourse you custoized the car who else would do that?"

Smirking, Tony nods. "Yeah. You got me on that one. Any where else you need to stop?"

Thinking a moment, she looks at him. "Let me say good bye to the fellas."

Tony waits as Brooke says her good byes. The way the big guy acted he feels that the biker gang was her only family for a long time, so he respects her need for privacy. He motions her over when she walks out rubbing her eyes. "You going to be okay?"

Nodding, she gets into the car. "Let's just go."

She gets her tools, clothes, and toiletries and is out in about ten minutes. Looking back, she grabs a baseball bat from the porch and walks to the car. "All done, Pops. Let's go."

Nodding, he looks at the bat. "You play?"

Shaking her head, she watches the place she called home disappear. "No, it was a gift from the boys."

The trip is quiet and long. Tony finds a small quaint little hotel in the next town and checks them in. He's about to call Pepper but she calls him first and she sounds angry. "Anthony Edward Stark! Did you know that TMZ has pictures of you with a woman half your age!"

Sighing, Tony makes sure that Brooke is still in the bathroom. "She's my daughter."

Angry, Pepper doesn't register what he's said. "Yeah, she's young enough to be your daughter!"

Huffing, Tony repeats himself firmly. "No, Pepper. She is my daughter. I confirmed it." The line goes quiet and Tony worries. "Pep? Are you still with me?"

Stunned, Pepper responds. "We will talk about this when you return."

The call ends and Tony sighs. Pepper's tone is ominous and he feels like this is a real blow to her ego. They finally decided to have children, but the doctor's told Pepper that Extremis made it impossible. Her immune system would read the fetus as an abnormal cell growth and immediately abort it. Looking up, he silently hopes that Pepper will like Brooke and that Brooke will like Pepper.