Tony had been sitting in the lab staring at the results for an hour. How the fuck had this happened? No, he knew how it happened, but HOW? He always used protection, always. He was a billionaire, he's be an idiot not to wrap his dick with the amount of women he slept with.

So, all of a sudden he had a daughter.

A 3 month old baby.

And what the fuck was he meant to do? His whole childhood had been a stream of nannies and various staff. While loving, his mother flitted in and out. His father… well the thought of being like his father terrified him.

He couldn't do that to a child.

But then what? He was her living biological father. She was a Stark by blood. She was probably young enough to adopt out, but did he want his child out in the world like that? His actual flesh and blood, with strangers, when he had the ability to give her the best of everything?

So really, it came down to if he could step up and be the man he needed to be and give his daughter a real father. Or if he was going to take the cowardly route and be his father over again.

He needed to be sick.

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Jarvis, Ana and Peggy sat in the lounge room, talking in low voices about the little girl kicking her legs in a little bounce seat.

Tony watched them from around the corner, still mentally coming to terms with what he was doing. With the fact that he had a child, and she was right there in that room.

Fear held him tightly in its grip. The variables, the ability to so badly mess up with this little girl, just repeating his fathers mistakes, terrified him.

Finally he summoned the courage to walk into the room.

'Hello sir, welcome home' Jarvis said automatically, though he couldn't bring himself to enquire about his day.

'Jarvis' he nodded 'hello Ana, Hello aunt Peg. It's been a little while' he stood behind the rocker, not yet able to look at the baby. His baby, he reminded himself.

'Hello Tony' Ana smiled sweetly, forever kind with the boy she'd helped raise 'how are you feeling?'

'No, no beating around the bush' Peggy stood 'you have the results, Anthony?'

He held in his laugh. She never changed. He took a breath 'Astrid Maria Stark, born on the 16th of December, 1994' he nodded 'is my biological daughter'

'Oh Tony!' She moved to hug him, all this time with Americans had clearly affected her 'congratulations'

He patted her awkwardly, relieved when she pulled away.

'I think it's time you met her, don't you?' She raised an eyebrow, stooping to pick up the baby.

'I've never held a baby before' a panic flashed through him 'what if I hurt her?'

'Sit down' Ana gestured to an armchair 'it'll be fine, you'll do fine'

'Hold your arms like this sir' Jarvis demonstrated.

Tony sat, holding his arms as instructed, and Peggy gently laid the, his, baby in them. He couldn't bring himself the look down yet. What if he couldn't grow attached to her? Illogical really, when his heart already pumped almost painfully with love, the chance to do something right. To be a good man. A good father.

'Look at her Tony, it's okay' Peggy encouraged

Finally, he did.

Tears stung his eyes.

She was beautiful.

A beautiful baby, smiling at him as though he cured all the wrongs in the world.

His beautiful daughter.

She shook her fists and gurgled, still smiling at him.

'Hello sweetheart' he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her little forehead 'hello my sweet little Astrid'