You're Perfect
Summary: "Sometimes I just, sometimes I just remember. I remember my old dad and the way he hated me. Sometimes I worry that you will hate me the same way." I sighed, "I can't hate you baby." "Why not?" she asked. "Because, well, because you're perfect." What would happen if Johnny had a daughter he never knew about?
Author's Note: Thanks so much to anyone who has stumbled upon this little story of mine. I can definitely say I'm a little frightened to tread into Marvel waters again, just because I tried once and no one read or reviewed it. So please, if it's any good, review, it keeps me going! I'm actually really proud of this one. Please refrain from flames, that's Johnny's job! Oh yeah, I don't own Marvel, if I did, I probably wouldn't be writing this story!
*Another Author's Note: Hey guys! So I was re-reading my story and I realized that the first couple of chapters kinda SUCK! Haha, so I am rewriting them. I hope you enjoy and I hope they are a little more interesting and a little easier to follow! Thanks!*
Chapter 1: Rosie Marie Sharrons
Johnny's POV
"Are you sure?" I nervously asked the woman sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of me. I was in an office with crisp, white walls and a grey carpet with a desk and a few couches. Totally not somewhere I would enjoy finding myself on a Friday night. "I am positive Mr. Storm. Rosie Marie Sharrons is one hundred percent, without a doubt your daughter!" the woman replied. Her voice softened, "Look, Johnny, she's a great kid. Just give her a chance!"
"I'm sure she is a great kid, but the thing is, I don't want a kid. Not a good kid, or a bad kid, or an average kid. I don't want any kind of kid!" I replied immediately. She was trying to talk me into taking her. Well it wasn't going to work. It wasn't! "Anyways," I continued sarcastically, "If she's such an amazing kid, couldn't someone else take her? A grandmother to shower her with gifts or whatever, or some rich family member who's always thought of adopting a beautiful little girl? Here's their perfect opportunity."
"Nice try, Mr. Storm. Do you really think we wouldn't go to them first? I know all about you. You're selfish, arrogant, hot headed, obnoxious, and…" I cut her off and replied with a smirk, "Oh, well do you really want such an obnoxious, selfish, arrogant, and hot headed man to take such an innocent child?" She rolled her eyes, "No, actually that is the last thing I would like to do, but seeing as it was in your late ex-girlfriend's will, I must try to convince you that this is the right thing to do."
"Well, you're doing an excellent job at that, but I really got to go. It's a selfish and arrogant thing I do, you wouldn't understand," I said as I stood and made my way to the door, "Besides, I don't want some crying baby to keep me up all night." "Wait!" the woman said quickly, "She's not a baby, she's five! And she's very quiet, and she won't get in your way! Oh please, please just listen!" I turned around. "Tell me about your father, Mr. Storm," the woman said cautiously. "My father? If you're trying to guilt me into taking the kid it's not going to work," I answered. "Just, just humor me, Johnny." I sighed and reluctantly sat down, "Fine, my father died a while ago. He worked a lot. I hardly saw him. May I leave now?"
She lifted a carefully penciled in eyebrow, "You hardly saw him? How did that make you feel?" I groaned; this was just like when Sue tried to take me to a therapist. "Like my dad needed to make money or else we'd be living on the streets," I said dismissively. "Johnny?" she replied reproachfully. I groaned, "God, why can't you people leave me alone about my dad? I felt abandoned and alone, like he didn't care for me. Happy? Damn! I'm going to end up taking the kid, aren't I?"
"Well, I hope so! If you don't, she will probably go into foster care, and so many people in her life are gone, I would hate for you to pass up the opportunity to finally get to know your daughter." After the woman had finished her little speech I rolled my eyes. However, little things she'd said kept bouncing around in my head. Foster care. Your daughter. Gone. Your daughter! I am her father. Ugh! Why did that obnoxious little woman have to make me think about my dad?
"Fine! You win! What do I have to do to get the kid?" I asked begrudgingly. "Follow me, Mr. Storm! And to think, some people don't think you have a heart!" she said with a smirk. "People think that?"
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"Okay guys, I've got a little surprise for you," I said nervously. Reed, Ben, and my sister looked up at me. "This should be good," Ben chuckled, "what is it, a new girl?" "Well, sort of," I replied honestly. "Sort of? Can't stay with one girl too long, can you?" Ben retorted. "Oh yeah, and tell me why having every chick in America wanting you is a bad thing!" I shot back. Ben opened his mouth to spit out another insult, but Sue interrupted, "How about you just tell us the news already!" "Um, okay, here goes."
So I proceeded to tell them everything. About how my old girlfriend died in that car crash, and how I was the only relative she had willing to take her daughter, Rosie. Well, my daughter. Sue's jaw dropped, and Reed was speechless. "How are you gonna take care of a kid? You can hardly take care of yourself!" Ben said, laughing. "Would you stop with the jokes this is serious!" I shouted, "Wait, did those words just come out of my mouth! Would you look at that, I'm already getting stiff and the girl hasn't even arrived yet!"
"Johnny, this is serious!" Sue cried. "Do you think I don't know that? But, why wouldn't Kelly have told me I had a daughter?" I thought aloud. Then I heard a knock on the door, "I'd better get it, might be Rosie. I walked over to the door and could hear my sister whispering. "Man sis, really gotta get you some lessons on whispering," I shot. I instantly heard the whispering cease and I smirked.
I opened the door to see a small girl with curly brown locks and big blue eyes. I could suddenly see why the named her Rosie, her cheeks were bright red. I noticed fresh tear tracks on her face. "Um, I'm Rosie Marie Sharrons," said a small voice, barely a whisper. Maybe Rosie can teach Sue I thought lamely. "I'm, well, I'm your dad," I replied awkwardly.
