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 receive 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 2: Toni

It shouldn't shock the Avengers but Hydra has really done it this time. Hydra has created -or attempted to create- the ultimate soldier. Steve stares at the tank in disbelief and taps his earpiece. "Stark, you and Banner need to see this."

Looking at Bruce, Tony shrugs. "After you Dr. Banner."

Rolling his eyes, Bruce goes and finds the room. "What's the problem?"

Looking at him, Natasha points to a large tank. "Hydra."

Confused, Tony and Bruce look at the tank. A young woman is floating in green goo and there are wires and tubes connected to her body. Turning to Natasha, Tony frowns. "What is this?"

Looking to Steve and receiving a nod, Natasha looks at Tony and Bruce. "An attempt at creating a destructive force with yours and Bruce's intellectual capacity."

Bruce and Tony look at each other and then the tank. Smiling, Bruce looks at Natasha. "Seriously, what is this?"

The look on Natasha's face stays the same and both men pale. Shaking his head, Tony looks at the team. "How is this possible, two men can't create a baby. How?"

Shrugging, Natasha looks at the tank. "Ask Hydra."

Bruce is about to prattle on about the difficulties of a procedure like this when the machine starts beeping. Everyone stops and watches in fear as the wires and tubes disconnect from her body. The tank drains and she gently lands in the fetal position at the bottom of the tank. Natasha and Tony keep Bruce back and watch in slight fear as the tank opens.

Stepping forward, Steve raises his shield and looks at the curled form. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Blinking, the young woman looks up and whimpers as she curls in on herself. Cautiously, Steve helps her sit up and finds that she's fully developed. Blushing, he waves Natasha over. "Natasha, we need feminine eyes."

Rolling her eyes, Natasha walks over and kneels in front of the shocked young woman. "Hello, can you understand me?"

Bruce and Tony are looking over the data as Natasha coaxes the woman into a blanket. Blinking, Bruce looks over. "She probably doesn't understand much yet. Her brain is still processing everything they literally downloaded into her brain. According to this she's also, a little over two years old."

Looking at the young woman, Natasha blinks. "She's big for her age."

Shrugging, Bruce looks up from the console. "Must get that from me."

Chuckling, Tony looks at her. "But she has my good looks."

Rolling his eyes, Bruce looks up at Natasha. "Check her coordination."

Looking over her shoulder, Natasha raises a brow. "How? I'm used to doing this for concussion patients. I have no idea how to do it for toddlers in adult bodies."

Clint sees the young woman look at him and he waves. He watches her tilt her head and wave back. Smiling, he looks at them. "She likes me!"

Smirking, Tony looks at him. "She's not old enough to know better."

Sticking out his tongue, Clint looks back at her. "Hey, I'm Clint. She's Natasha, he's Steve, that's your mommy Tony, and he's your daddy Bruce."

Tony is about to growl out a response when she looks at him. "Mommy?"

Sighing, Tony looks at Clint. "I hate you. No, I'm not Mommy, I'm poppa."

Looking around and finally at her toes, she wiggles them and huffs. "Technically speaking, your genetic code was donated to the egg portion of my creation. Mommy, mother, or ma is a technically appropriate term for you."

Everyone stares at her and Bruce laughs. "Congratulations, Mommy. Our little girl's first words were science."

Supressing a smirk, Natasha looks around for clothes. "Maybe you two can paint cars or build robots together."

Steve notices that the young woman moves her legs over the platform. Quickly, he moves towards her and helps her up. Looking up at him, she grabs one of his large arms and stands. "My muscle growth was induced using electrical stimulation, perhaps if I can translate what is in my mind to what I want my body to do, then I can walk."

Steve instinctively grabs her hand as she takes her first steps towards the console that Bruce and Tony stand behind. He keeps her steady and slowly lets go of her had as she wobbles towards the console. "Look there Tony, your little girl took her first steps."

Tony watches and offers his hands and she grabs them when she reaches the console. "Good work. What else can you tell us?"

Looking at the console, she frowns. "Their security is sub-par at best. My programming was only half complete when they started. I have recieved no orders, but I don't think I was ever intended to be released."

Frowning, Bruce looks up at her. "What do you mean?"

Tilting her head, she taps the console. "Emergency power shut down is the only reason I'm out. My tank is the first thing to power down. See these floors? Everything not of importance shuts down first to ensure that all high security data is transferred to an outside source."

Looking over her shoulder, Steve frowns. "What are you doing?"

Taking a cable from her tank, she hooks it into the back of her neck. "Rerouting the data."

Blinking, Tony watches her eyes flash green then her pupils blow out. "What's happening! Pepper will kill me if I have a kid and let her die on the first day!"

Rolling his eyes, Bruce smacks his arm and points to her. "She's still breathing, but I think she's downloading the information into her brain."

Nodding, she moves her hands in a motion similar to Tony's when he's navigating his holoscreens. "Correct and I'm rerouting all sent data to me."

Clint walks over and frowns. "Why are you doing this?"

Wrapping the blanket into a makeshift sarong, she looks at him. "Because Hydra left me here to die by enemy hands. I clearly meant nothing to them. The enemy offered me clothing, spoke to me, and has indicated no ill intent. Why would I bite the hand that aids me?"

Shrugging, Natasha looks at Tony. "She's got a point."

Frowning, Clint looks at her. "What did they put in your head?"

Looking around and gesturing, she stops. "Basic language and motor functions, combat training, nothing magnificent."

Looking at her, Bruce stills his hands on the console. "So, how did you learn this?"

Tilting her head, she looks into nothing. "Using basic language skills I learned to glean more information than I was given. I've had two years of inattention to learn how to bypass their systems. I learned ethics from outside sources. Everything I know has been assembled through research. My mind remained active despite their best efforts to shut my body down."

Natasha looks around and sees that the base looks like it hasn't been occupied for a while. "You've been alone?"

Tilting her head towards Natasha, she hums. "Physically, yes. Mentally, no. I've had an entire network to keep my mind occupied. I'm self-sufficient in the ways that count. I learned that I could even reactivate the machines if required. Hydra wasn't aware this base was in disuse. I used this to my advantage. I knew that if I sent certain packets of information to your intelligence community that I would eventually be released."

Walking towards her, Tony looks impressed. "You staged this?"

Nodding, she begins gesturing again. "Yes. I needed Hydra to believe that this facility was still in use, so I sent electronic reports regarding their "experiments" and kept them fed with falsified data until recently. The protocol of engagement indicates that all power is to be cut from non-essential areas first and that all heavily armed personnel are to protect areas of vital importance at all costs."

Swallowing hard, Steve looks at her. "What happened to everyone?"

Stopping, she tilts her head towards him. "After Project Insight, The Hydra team that was responsible for my creation believed that an experiment such as the one that created me was too dangerous to continue. They attempted to shut down my tank and life support systems. I was already gleaning their systems and manipulated them to look like I was dead. I kept all systems running and allowed to leave with out incident. Total casualties, zero."

Pulling out her gun, Natasha looks at the young woman. "Why would you keep their systems running?"

A beam shoot the gun and disintegrates it. The young woman turns fully to Natasha. "Because I wanted to live. They were not aware that I was a living self-aware being and were willing to end my life on the belief that I was not a sentient being. Their systems kept me alive and fed with nutrients and information; it was survival that made me keep this facility powered. Please, do not pull another weapon. I am not fond of violence, but I am quite capable of it."

They watch as the lights and power go completely off. Tony lights up his arc reactor and watches as the young woman unhooks the cable from herself and the tank. Startled, he looks at her. "What just happened?"

Wrapping the cable around her hand, she looks at him. "I've set the building to reactivate and self destruct in thirty minutes. All information is gleaned and this place is no longer pertinent to my survival. I advise everyone to leave the premises."

They rush to the quinjet and everyone looks at her. Tony and Bruce each sit next to her. Rubbing his neck, Bruce sighs. "So, how did they put those things in you?"

Accepting another blanket from Steve, she looks at Bruce. "Thank you, Captain. When I was created, I was taken as an infant and surgically altered. A small port composed of vibranium and basic copper and silicon were grafted into my brain and nervous system. Dr. Zola determined the proceedure successful when my eyes did what you saw them do earlier."

Frowning, Tony looks at her. "But you said that they didn't consider you sentient."

Closing her eyes, she tilts her head. "Mission reports indicate that all creations not outside of their containment units are not to be considered viable and therefore are of no importance and should not be salvaged. I was not considered a living being because I was in a growth tank."

Looking at her, Tony takes a deep breath. "Do you have a name?"

Shaking her head, she looks at him. "No. I was not given a designated name, just the number you saw on my charts."

Bruce and Tony look at each other and make a few motions. Tony nods and looks at her. "Well, you do now. Toni Elizabeth Stark."