Within the two years that Beatrice began to live with them, Dante's given up his heart to Beatrice without telling her and he's pretty sure she likes Vergil more. Groaning, he slides down his propping of pillows to actually lay on his bed. Vergil looks away from his book and frowns at Dante.
"What are you groaning about now, little brother?" Vergil sighs, closing his book with a snap. Dante turns his head and sticks his tongue out. Vergil rolls his eyes, reopening his book and muttering, "How mature." Their bedroom door bursts open, startling a yelp for Dante and making Vergil look up from his book. Beatrice stands at the door way, amber eyes flashing excitedly and brown hair escaping her high ponytail as she bounces in place, a wide grin splitting her face.
"A little warning would have been appropriate, given the situation," Vergil sighs again, closing the book and setting it to the side. Beatrice ignores his tone, bouncing over to Dante excitedly, her hands behind her back.
"Hey, guess what?" Beatrice asks. Dante blinks, baffled by her excitement, replies, "Bwah?" Vergil rolls his eyes and easily slides off the bed, plucking a vanilla cupcake with dark blue frosting from her hands.
"I believe you made these with Mother's help?" Vergil asks, sniffing the cupcake delicately before nibbling on it. Beatrice frowns at Vergil, obviously ruining her surprise, before handing Dante a red frosted, chocolate cupcake. Dante sniffs the cake himself, noting that that the frosting smell like cinnamon while the cake smells fairly sweet. Beatrice rolls her eyes at Dante's sniffing and mutters, "Just take a bite, you giant dweeb. I'm not going to poison you." For her muttering, Dante looks her dead in the eye and takes a long lick of frosting. Almost instantly, he regrets it as his throat is attacked by the spice from the cinnamon and he begins coughing. Beatrice jumps up from his bed, calling, "That's why you should have taken a bite," even as she fetches, what Dante hopes is, a glass of water. Vergil snickers as Dante continues to cough. Beatrice returns with a glass of water and an amused looking Mom right behind her.
"Honestly, you dolt. I told you to take a bite to prevent that from happening," Beatrice sighs, handing Dante a glass of water. Dante starts to chug the water, but at Mom's insistence, he slows down to sipping the water, eyeing the cupcake carefully.
"That was the only thing that was going to hurt you, Dante. Don't worry about the rest of it. It's all chocolate," Beatrice assures him. Dante huffs and takes a small bite of the cupcake. He pauses then shoves the rest of the cupcake in his mouth, to the amusement of Beatrice and Mom. Vergil rolls his eyes and continues slowly eating his cupcake, ignoring the blue icing going all over his face.
"So, how are they?" Mom asks, smiling at the twins while handing them napkins.
"This is quite delicious," Vergil replies, accepting a napkin and wiping his face clean. Dante grunts in agreement, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. At Mom's disapproving look, he sheepishly takes a napkin and wipes at his mouth again. Beatrice perks up happily as Mom smiles and claps her hands, turning to Beatrice happily.
"I told you they would like it," Mom says, ruffling Beatrice's ponytail. Beatrice grins, gives both twins a peck on the cheek and runs out of the room. Mom giggles and follows Beatrice back to the kitchen. Dante and Vergil turn to each other, then groan.
"I knew she likes you more," Dante groans. Vergil snorts, "Hardly. She obviously likes you better."
"What? Didn't you see how she didn't comment about you sniffing her cupcake?" Dante argues.
"She wanted to give you your cupcake first," Vergil counters. Dante huffs and rolls his eyes.
"She always runs to you with questions and to talk," Dante snaps.
"She goes to you when she has nightmares," Vergil snarls. Dante grits his teeth and throws a punch at Vergil's head. Vergil dodges the punch and retaliates with his own punch. It quickly dissolves to the two rolling around on the floor, biting and kicking and punching each other. Abruptly, they are torn away from each other, Beatrice pulling Vergil back with an unimpressed look while Mom hold Dante in place by the back of his shirt.
"Boys, behave," Mom sighs, a tired smile on her face. Beatrice huffs, rolling her eyes as she shifted her hold on Vergil from his shirt to hooking her arms under his. Vergil sneers at Dante and Dante sticks his tongue out in return.
As a birthday present, Beatrice agreed to sleep in the boys' room, which leads to Dante and Beatrice giggling while Vergil watches on amused, the three of them under a blanket fort. The twins easily bracket Beatrice as she holds the flashlight, lighting up the notebook page they were using for Pictionary. Dante grabs a pen and draws two small circles with long squiggles attached to the circles.
"Our pendants," Vergil tells Beatrice, lifting his new necklace to show Beatrice. She lets out a snort of laughter while Dante sticks out his tongue.
"Stop telling her the answers," Dante whines, flopping his head to the side with a huff.
"Stop blaming Vergil for your obvious pictures," Beatrice teases, poking Dante's cheek repeatedly before abruptly stopping. Dante looks at Beatrice's face, noting how rapidly she is paling.
"Bea?" Dante asks, pressing his hand against her forehead while Vergil rubs at her back. Beatrice curls into herself, mumbling, "I don't feel good." Dante scrambles to his feet, knocking the fort down, to get to the door. He opens the door and jumps, whispering, "Mom?"
"Boys, get Beatrice out of here and run," Eva commands, flash light in hand. Vergil helps Beatrice up, looking at Eva in confusion.
"Mother?" Vergil calls out. Eva doesn't reply, causing the boys to glance at each other. Vergil lets go of Beatrice and hurries out of the room, Dante following his brother out of the room. Beatrice stumbles after them, mumbling, "Dante? Vergil? Wait for me." She stumbles into the hallway, only to flinch as a shriek rings through the air. Beatrice rushes to her room, leaning against the wall for support, and grabs the bag her mother gave her two years ago. She shoves some clothes into the bag and grabs some clothes for Dante and Vergil, before stumbling out into the hallway again. Suddenly, Beatrice jumps as a demon leaps in front of her.
"Child of Heaven," it hisses, swiping at her. Beatrice yelps and falls backwards, getting a deep scratch on the left side of her face from the demon's claw. The demon growls and lunges at her, causing Beatrice to duck and flee to the end of the hall, throwing open the hall window. She starts to climb out the window, only for the demon to lunge at her again, making her fall out of the window. Bea gasps in air, about to scream, when she slams into the ground.
Tony slides down his seat, frowning at Rhodey as the other man continues to rant at him about being more responsible as they go to a hospital where Tony's supposed daughter is. Obie doesn't say anything about this, just making a judging look at Tony whenever he looks up from his phone.
"We're here, sir," Happy calls from the front of the car, as they slow to a stop in front of the hospital of Limbo City. Exiting the car, Tony stomps into the hospital with Rhodey and Obie close behind. He stops at the front desk, smiling as charmingly as possible to the nurse at the front desk.
"Hi, I'm here because of a call about my "daughter" being at this hospital?" Tony asks. The nurse blushes and stutters, "Um, yes sir, Mr. Stark, sir. She's in room 238."
"Thanks," Tony nods, strutting down the hall to the elevator to the second floor.
"Tony!" Rhodey calls, hurrying after Tony. Obie stays back, talking with the nurse quietly. The elevator doors close as soon as Rhodey steps on, Tony leaning against the back wall.
"C'mon man, you need to be responsible about this, Tony. You have a daughter," Rhodey tells him for what seems to be the hundredth time since Tony told him. Tony rolls his eyes at Rhodey's commentary, snapping, "I'm just here to sign the forms that say she can go up for adoption."
"What?" Rhodey gasps, the elevator door opening on the second floor. Tony strolls into the hall while Rhodey stumbles after him.
"I heard babies are most likely to be adopted quickly," Tony explains, strutting over to the door reading 238.
"Tony, babies don't get their own room," Rhodey huffs as Tony opens the door. Tony blinks in surprise at the small girl curled up on the bed and glaring at him. He furrows his brow, trying to remember any woman he had sex within the last ten-ish years to create the little girl in front of him. Her hair matched his in color while being wavier than his will ever be, while she has amber eyes to his brown. The two stare at each other before Tony closes the door in Rhodey's face, ignoring the man's huff of frustration.
"So… You're not a baby," Tony starts. The girl glares at him. Tony blinks, then looks around the mostly empty room.
"Kind of a depressing room, don't you think?" Tony mentions casually, walking over to the chair sitting beside the bed. She still doesn't answer, but she finally stops glaring at Tony, looking out the window. Tony huffs and drops into the seat, looking around the room again before looking at the little girl again, noticing four thin scars on her left cheek.
"Where did you get these?" Tony asks, touching the scars. The girl flinches, glaring at Tony again, before trying to turn back to the window. Tony feels a flare of protectiveness appear in his chest, making him reach out and grab the girl by the chin.
"Tell me," Tony demands. The girl blinks up at Tony before looking down.
"You'll say I'm lying or crazy," she whispers. Tony lets go of her chin and sits back.
"I know a lot of things. I don't think anything you can say will be crazier than what I know," Tony points out. The girl fidgets with the blanket before mumbling, "A demon did it." Tony's eyebrows shot up in surprise, causing the girl to flinch and curl back into herself.
"Hey, kid. I'm just surprised. So, you were attacked by demons?" Tony asks. The girl looks up at him through her lashes before nodding. Tony sighs and ruffles her hair.
"I believe you, kid. As weird as it sounds, I believe you," Tony assures her. The girl lights up, a small smile crossing her face, making Tony smile back. A knock at the door turns their attention back to the door. A nurse enters with a bag, Obie and Rhodey following her closely.
"Beatrice, can you tell me who this bag belongs to now?" The nurse asks, her tone patronizing even to Tony's ears. Tony watches as the girl, Beatrice, folds back into herself again.
"Um, excuse me, but you might want to watch your tone," Tony tells the nurse, leaning back in the chair.
"Tony…" Obie warns, crossing his arms while Rhodey sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.
"I'm serious. Like, okay, I don't know what's in that bag, but would you use that tone with a grown ass man?" Tony asks. The nurse gapes at him while Beatrice covers her giggling. Obie sighs as though he's the one suffering with the tone while Rhodey looks like he wants to slam his head against the wall.
"I need an answer from her, Mr. Stark," the nurse tells him, her tone careful. Tony presses his lips together in an attempt to appear unimpressed.
"I think I heard a saying about getting more of something with… Oh, what is that thing called?" Tony drags on.
"Sugar," Beatrice offers softly. Tony feels a grin grow across his face as Obie groans and Rhodey comments, "That pretty much confirms it. She's Tony's kid." The nurse looks like she sucked on a lemon.
"There is a box with two long knives that no one can open in this bag along with both boy and girl clothes. Who does this damn bag belong to?" the nurse spits angrily. Beatrice tenses in the bed, her eyes flying up and fixing on the woman. Tony frowns and motions for the nurse to hand the bag to him. After a moment, the nurse hands the bag to Tony and he pulls out the box. He looks over the box, noting that despite the lack of locks, the box doesn't open when he holds one side of the bag. He then puts his hand on the top of the box and it opens with ease, revealing two elongated butterfly swords with a gold look to them. A note sits innocently on top of the knives, which is grabbed quickly by Beatrice. The nurse lunges for the note, snapping, "Give me that note!" Rhodey grabs the nurse and yanks her back, despite his shocked face. Beatrice reads the note, seemingly twice, before looking up and frowning at the nurse.
"Leave, demon," she commands. Obie coughs, commenting, "That's not very nice, little miss."
"I'm not being nice to a demon," Beatrice sighs, looking unimpressed and blatantly done with whatever shenanigans that she believes is happening in front of her. Tony opens his mouth to joke about demons in general, only to watch in gaping horror as the nurse's body shifts. She elongates, stretching her darkening skin over bone and small muscle. Her- it's- teeth sharpen and lengthen and quickly towers over Rhodey, making him fall back with a yelp. The demon lunges at Beatrice and Tony, causing Tony to move to protect Beatrice. He blinks and suddenly, the demon was falling back and Beatrice is standing on the bed with one of the swords in her hand, her eyes glowing gold and white blonde hair fading back into her brown roots. The demon's corpse dissolves as both Rhodey and Obie absorbs what just happened.
"I think no one in this room can plausibly say that there is no such thing as demons," Tony comments, delicately taking the sword from Beatrice.
Here it is! Now for some facts about this chapter.
While Beatrice can heal quickly, it doesn't reach the ridiculous healing factor until the very end of this chapter, where she first "Angel Triggers". The note is what triggers her ability, sort of a quick unlock similar to a cheat code. She knows how to use the power like if you play two drastically different games on the same console. You have the same basic layout which somehow does two drastically different things in the games. She will train out of this. Give her time.
The hospital did a DNA test to know who she is, that is how they know Tony is her father.