A/N: Wow! I'm surprised how much you guys like this story already! (I really like it too :D)

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-Kitty

Chapter 2:

I sat awkwardly at a table with Tony inside his Malibu Mansion, eating our lunches, staring out the window, neither of us knowing what to say.

"Tell me about yourself." Tony asked suddenly.

"Tessa Mariam Adams..."

"Stark." Tony interrupted. "I legally adopted you. Besides, Adams isn't REALLY your last name is it? It's been Stark all along."

"Okay, Tessa Mariam Stark. Born January 26th, 1996. Orphan. Amputee. Cancer survivor. Former ballerina. Science nerd."

"You're not really an orphan anymore." Tony suggested.

"Fine, former orphan." I corrected.

"Former orphan, former ballerina. That's the former you. What's the current you?" Tony remarked again.

"Amputee, cancer survivor, science nerd." I said slightly confused, raising an eyebrow.

"Your disease isn't you. You hate it when people categorize you as a "cancer kid" don't you?"

That bloody mind reader. Stubborn too. No wonder dad hated him.

"Fine." I grumbled. "Tessa Mariam Adams. Science nerd." I rolled my eyes. "Happy?"

"That's the ticket." He winked. "Come with me, I want to show you something."

He stood up from the table and started down a hall, and I trailed behind.

"Do you want me to push you or something?" Tony asked over his shoulder.

"Absolutely not." I scoffed.

"Then you gotta be a lot faster than that." He smirked

We sped down the hall until we got to some stairs.

"Oh." He frowned. "Stairs."

"You do have an elevator, don't you?" I asked.

"Not exactly.." He said thinking for a moment. "Go sit on the couch and watch two episodes of that British show or whatever."

"Okay..." I said cautiously as I made my way to the living room.

I parked my wheelchair parallel to the couch, and hoisted myself up there.

"I'll be needing this." He said folding up my chair and tucking it under his arm as he walked away.

"Wait... What are you doing?" I asked, but he couldn't hear me.

"If I know Tony, he's probably making it better." Some British man said out of nowhere.

"Who's there?" I asked, hiding my fear.

"I am JARVIS, personal assistant to Tony Stark." The voice said again, yet I could see no one around.

"Show yourself." I commanded.

Jarvis was silent.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss Tessa." Jarvis said

"How do you know my name?" I asked cautiously.

"I know everything, Miss Tessa."

"Tony!" I shrieked.

Tony came running into the room moments later.

"Tessa, what's wrong?" He asked breathlessly.

"There's someone here. He's hiding. He knows who I am!" I said, my eyes darting around the room searching for the mysterious Jarvis.

"Who are you!" Tony shouted. "How did you breach security unnoticed? Is this a prank? Clint? Fury?"

"It's just me, Sir." JARVIS said.

Tony sighed. "It's just Jarvis. He's an AI."

"Oh.." I said like that was completely normal, which it ISN'T!

"JARVIS, play her Mister Who show for her, I have work to do." Tony said walking off again.

"It's DOCTOR Who." I corrected.

I should've known Tony Stark wouldn't have time for me, some random niece he just found out existed. Tony Stark didn't care for family. Everyone knew that, the way he treated women and all. People were just pawns in the big game of Being Tony Stark, just numbers, floating balls of money to spend on his products. And I wasn't any different. The only reason he probably ever agreed was for publicity. Tony adopting his orphaned, cancer-stricken niece would make him seem much more family-oriented, right? Tony Stark bloody disgusts me.

I slouched back into the couch as the show started.

"Is he always this way, JARVIS?" I asked

"He's just as stressed as you are." JARVIS offered.

"Can you read minds JARVIS?" I asked him again.

"No, Mr. Stark experimented with that for a while, but as of your arrival, that project has been put on hiatus."

"Of course." I mumbled.

"Is that all, Miss Stark?" JARVIS asked.

"Sure." I said. "But call me Tessa. Please?"

"Yes, Miss Tessa."

So great. Not only am I interrupting his work constantly by existing, I put a whole ground-breaking study on hiatus. At least I could still keep my thoughts to myself, seeing as they were the only thing I really had left.

I watched my show, trying to guess which episode it was. Episode 5, first season (Well, ninth doctor.) Dalek, I believe. Actually one of my favorites.

I had watched quite a few episodes, when Tony came back in.

"That took longer than I thought." He apologized.

I rolled my eyes, not straying my attention from the television.

"I'd still like to show you something." Tony offered.

"Aren't I interrupting your work or something." I mumbled.

"No."

"Admit it Tony. I'm just a nuisance. A publicity stunt."

"No." He said again.

"Yeah right. Why'd you really take me in?"

"I'm not all my brother made me out to be. Sure, I'm haughty and stuck up most the time, I know exactly what your going through."

"You have no idea." I scoffed, still refusing to look at him.

"My parents drove off a bridge." He said quietly.

"Yeah? Well you got a fortune from that. My parents died and I was sent to live with some billionaire who doesn't even know me." I muttered.

"You can have all my money. All of it."

I scoffed. "Yeah right."

"Seriously. What do you want. Anything. I'll buy it for you."

"Well in that case. Give me the Tardis. Then I'll believe you." I said gesturing toward the television where the Tardis was disappearing.

"Done." He said quickly.

"Whatever. Can I have my chair back?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I should warn you..."

I got in the chair as soon as he unfolded it, and rolled off towards my room.

Halfway down the hall, something strange started to happen. My wheels started to lift of the ground, yet I was still controlling it by the wheels.

"What is bloody happening." I whispered

"I upgraded it." Tony said from the back of the hall.

"Stalker." I accused.

"Can I show you what was downstairs now." He asked, walking toward me.

"Nope. But you can tell me how to get this thing on the ground."

"Here." He said handing me some sort of see-through tablet.

"What the heck is this?" I asked.

"That's your StarkPad. I upgraded your chair so you could control it from there. Also, it now flies."

"You're trying to bloody kill me." I chuckled.

"I'm trying to prove my point."

"And what point is that."

"I'm not as selfish as everyone thinks."

I scoffed and continued to make my way down the hall.

"Pepper will be here to take you shopping in two hours."

"Who's Pepper." I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Strawberry blond. Beautiful. You'll know when you see her."

"Whatever." I said, and slammed the door behind me.