Made In America

Kitty walked down to the lobby and saw a dark haired girl waiting in one of the chairs. She had messy, curly brown hair and dark eyes that looked kind.

"Have you been helped?" Kitty asked the girl.

"I'm waiting for Tony Stark." She said in a bright voice.

"Oh," Kitty nodded and smiled. "Okay, is he expecting you?"

The dark haired girl shook her head. "Probably not. I'm his daughter." She said proudly.

The smile melted off her face and Kitty blinked rapidly before asking, "I'm sorry, his what now?"

"His daughter." The girl repeated innocently.

Kitty kept her eyes locked on the girl as she fished out her cell phone and dialed Tony's number. "Hey, can you, uh, come down to the lobby? Yeah...Well, your headache is about to get much, much worse."

For five minutes, Kitty stared at the girl. Everytime she looked up and met Kitty's gaze, she would quickly look back down. The girl breathed a sigh of relief when Tony came down to the lobby.

Tony immediately noticed the awkward behavior and the tension in the room. "What's wrong, Kit?"

She just pointed at the girl, who was now standing up.

Tony turned around and offered his hand to the girl. "Tony Stark. How can I help you?"

The girl smiled bright and said, "I'm your daughter!"

He blinked in shock and shook his head softly. "Excuse me?"

"I'm Alyssa Hues. I'm your daughter!" The girl wrapped her arms around Tony, who pushed her off with one finger.

Tony looked at Kitty. "My daughter?"

Kitty's only response was a shrug.

"Wait...Hues….Hues…" Tony looked like he was thinking. "Your mother worked for me, right? Brook?"

"Yeah!" The girl nodded. "Brook Hues."

"I've never had a Brook work for me." Tony said with certainty. "Ever."

Alyssa's face fell and she shook her head. "No, you must not be remembering right. She was your assistant-"

"Pepper is the only assistant I've ever had." Tony told her.

"But-"

"What was your mother's name?" Kitty asked.

"I...I don't know. She died when I was born. My grandma raised me."

"Did your grandma tell you he was your father?" Kitty asked gently. "As a way to explain why you never had one?"

"I have one. She said it's Tony Stark."

"Are you willing to do a blood test?" Toy asked, his attention focused entirely on his cell phone. "Right now?"

"Yeah, of course, dad." The girl smiled widely and Kitty had to try to not groan.


An hour later, with the girl in the other room, Bruce sighed. "Well, she's not yours."

"You're 100% sure?" Kitty asked.

"Not even the same blood type. No similar DNA components, nothing. You and Tony actually have more in common than him and her."

"Oh, thank god." Tony said with a sigh of relief. "I cannot handle a daughter."

"What?" Kitty's eyebrows drew together. "So, what, you don't want an actual daughter, just one that you can deny via blood test?"

"Kit," Tony tried to get closer to Kitty, who stepped away. "That's not what I meant."

"I know what you meant. And I get it." She shrugged in what she hoped looked like a nonchalant manner. "It's probably more convenient that you can argue that I'm not blood. Just an adopted child, probably good for Tony Stark's image. Look at him, good for him for adopting such a terrible person."

"You're not a terrible person."

"She's not even worth the money to insure her." Kitty quoted. "Remember that? Because I do."

"Kitty, that was before I knew you."

"No, it wasn't. It was when you only knew part of me." Kitty turned and walked away.