AN: I don't own the Avengers or Thor. Constructive criticism is always welcomed; as are ideas if you lovely people have any. Happy reading!

My dad is a man-whore. But I don't really care. Because if he wasn't then I wouldn't be here. To tell you about my life, I need to tell a little bit of what happened before I was born. My mom was an actress, Miss Andrea Lewis. My dad is genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist Tony Stark; and they made me: Darcy Lewis-Stark.

I've been told that I look like my mom more than my dad. But I'm only told that by people who aren't really looking at me. What most people see is a 5"5' girl with curly brown hair and an awesome rack (like my mom's if I go by the pictures that I have of her). What they don't see are my father's eyes; brown, sometimes hidden by my reading glasses. Or that we, dad and I, have the same nose. Or that my hair is a darker brown than my mom's because I, once again, got that from Dad.

My mom, while an actress, wasn't very famous. Sure she had been on TV, but that was mainly as a semi-reoccurring character on a soap opera. She may have not gotten far but she would have. I know she would have.

Dad is a genius. Literally. And also pretty much in charge of his (our) family's company, Stark Industries. He may not be the most responsible dad in the world considering he acted like a child at times (or a lot of the time if you ask Pepper) but I think that he's the best there is. But then again, I may be biased.

My parents met at a party. Mom had a little too much to drink, Dad drank his normal amount (which is still probably too much, but whatever), they met, danced, talked, went back to Dad's place, and well the obvious happened. This next part I only know about because of the time Dad tried to give me the sex talks so please, bear with me. Apparently after the deed was done it was discovered that the condom broke. Mom told Dad not to worry because she was on birth control and that "getting pregnant while on the pill is like a one in a million chance." I guess that my mom was a one in a million.

A couple months after that fateful party my dad's personal assistant Pepper Potts got a phone call from a crying woman asking to speak with Tony Stark. Being the awesome woman that she is, Pepper got my mom to calm down and to tell her why she needed to speak with Mr. Stark so desperately. And then the news came: Andrea Lewis was pregnant.

According to Pepper she "scheduled a meeting with Ms. Lewis, called Tony's lawyers, and then called Tony". Dad was told about the phone call and, to put it lightly, he freaked. He didn't know how to be a father or what to do. So Pepper, once again being awesome, calmed him down and told him that they had a meeting in a couple of days and that things would be dealt with then. And then Dad got drunk. I honestly can't blame him.

So they had their little meeting and it was mutually decided that there would be a paternity test when I was born. Mom also had to sign some forms that basically said that she couldn't tell anyone about (maybe) being pregnant with Tony Stark's baby. Dad was told by his lawyers afterwards to not have anything to do with my mom because if I wasn't his then she could just be putting on this show to get money out of Dad. But Tony Stark doesn't listen to anyone (except Pepper –and later me- but that doesn't happen often) so he went against the lawyers' advice and was with Mom throughout the pregnancy. Sure they tried to go out, maybe see if they could be a family for the sake of the baby; but that wasn't meant to be. So they ended up deciding that friendship was the way to go. By the time that I was born I'm pretty sure that even if I wasn't his kid Dad would claim being my father anyway. Or at least stay in mine and my mom's lives. He loved me before I was even born (or so says Rhodey).

After the paternity test proved that I was Tony Stark's daughter, Mom and Dad made traded me off with each other. Until I was eight I had a week at Mom's house and then a week at Dad's. It helped that they both lived in the same city (Malibu). On holiday's who I was with depended on the year. For example: I would have Thanksgiving with Mom, Christmas with Dad, New Year's with Mom, and then Easter with Dad. The next year it would switch. On birthday's they would share me. Basically it was like my parents were divorced and had a custody agreement. Except, they weren't divorced since they had never been married and the custody agreement was really just a mutual agreement.

Like I said, that all changed when I was eight. Mom was driving me to Dad's for my week with him when we were hit by another car and pushed into a wall, effectively causing two more cars to hit and slide with us. Mom died on impact. I was pinned for over two hours while the rescue teams worked. But Dad was there the entire time and from what I was told left his house the minute he got the call and stayed at the crash site with me no matter who told him that he needed to leave.

Now, a car crash that big (a four car pileup) is bound to get some media attention. And if Tony Stark is there then there will be even more attention. To clear some things up I need to explain a bit more about when I was born: when I was born the media knew that Andrea Lewis was my mom and that Tony Stark is my dad (apparently a nosey secretary had listened in on the meeting mentioned earlier). They also knew who I was even though both of my parents had tried their hardest to keep the paparazzi away from me. After the accident though, the media wouldn't leave Dad and I alone. Our pictures ended up everywhere. I had pictures being taken of me while I played outside. But finally Dad had had enough. He decided to hire Happy, our bodyguard/driver. It took a little while, but when the press couldn't get anymore pictures of me thanks to Happy they finally gave up and decided that my dad was a more entertaining avenue to pursue (AKA my dad having his one-night stands, getting drunk at parties, being pulled over for speeding in his newest sport car).

And so life went on. I lived with Dad permanently, Pepper became a mother-figure to me, Happy became one of my best friends, Dad created JARVIS and I grew up. I was labeled a genius after we found out that I had an IQ of 168, we also found out that I had a photographic memory. Dad thought that I should be able to skip a few grades and go to college at 15 like him, but Pepper thought better of it and said that I needed to stay in the grade level dedicated to my age so I can "grow mentally and emotionally with children my own age". That didn't stop me from taking Algebra 2 in the sixth grade and college courses throughout high school though. I graduated high school the valedictorian and gave the necessary speech about how we were all growing up and we were going on to bigger and better things in our lives blahblahblah. It was a very generic speech. I should know, I ask JARVIS to look up all recent valedictorian speeches and tell me what they all had in common.

And so I went to college majoring in engineering. Graduated early since I had all of those credits that I acquired during high school. And then I went to college again. This time, in the spirit of adventure (which Dad encouraged) I decided to leave California and go to school in New Mexico where I would be known as Darcy Lewis, not Darcy Lewis-Stark, where people wouldn't treat me differently just because of my last name. Just for something new I chose Political Science as my major and later decided that I would intern somewhere for my science credits. Little did I know that those decisions would change my life in a way that I would never have thought of.

So how was it? Again, if you have any questions/comments/concerns just let me know.

~Sirius