THE MISSING STARK

A NEW LIFE

3RD PERSON P.O.V

Days passed and the nuns didn't know what to do with the poor child. The little girl was always crying and the nunnery didn't have enough space for a child. The baby's mother said that the father was going to come, but he never came, so they decided to take her to social services. They might know what to do. 

They took little poor Antonella to child social services where they took her. Three months passed and Antonella went to a foster home, where the parents didn't treat the children the proper way. They just got the kids because of the govermenal money. The children loved her and gave her the little food they received. One teenager in particular took care of her. Protected her at all cost.  Antonella was a little doll and needed to be protected. One day the teenager decided to ran away and take Antonella with her. She pretended that the baby was hers and people looked at her with pity and often gave her food. 

One night, the homeless teenager and the baby were outside in a alley when it started raining. They were hungry and cold. The teengaer decided to leave Antonella in a doorsteps of a family that looked nice. She had been watching that young couple walk everyday, helping others and being nice to their neighbors. The couple were mexican immigrants who were always working hard, they learned english to have a better future, the american dream.  The teenager knew that they couldn't have children. Maybe Antonella would be better with them, since they had a home and food in their tables everyday. 

When the young couple saw the baby, they were in shock. They didn't know what to do. They were afraid that if they went to the police the police might think that they stole her. 

"Es un milagro. Dios escucho nuestras plegarias. (It's a miracle. God listened to our prayers)" The young women said in spanish. 

"Pero ¿y si piensan que nos la robamos? Los vecinos saben que no podemos tener hijos (But, what if they think we stole her? The neighbors knows that we can't have children)" The young man said to the women. 

"Let's go to back to Mexico. Register her as our own, then we can come back to start again as a family" The women said touching the little girls curls while she had her in her arms. 

"Let's  pack and leave tonight" The young man said as he kissed the little girl head and his wife. 

"Our baby. Minerva" The young couple said looking at the sleeping little girl. 

*15 YEARS LATER*

TONY STARK'S P.O.V.

It has been 15 years since my parents died. I was in charge of Stark Industries with the help of my partner Obadiah Stane. We made weapons and sell to our government. I often went to parties and always had fun. I was starting to have a reputation of a playboy. Life was good and I was enjoying it. But I wasn't always happy. I sometimes thought of the little girl that shared my blood and last name. Why haven't I heard of her? Does she knows that she has a big brother? Does she knows that she is a Stark? Does she knows that she has a millionaire as a brother? I often took away those thoughts working in my workshop. If I wasn't working  I was in my workshop.  Creating and working on my collection of cars. I was working on one of the motors when Pepper Potts, my assistant  came to my workshop, turning off my music. She was on the phone.

"Please don't tun down my music" I said to Pepper. 

"You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now." Pepper said. 

I asked for the girl upstairs that I think she was a reporter. Pepper often take them out of the house. Pepper told me that my plane had to leave and that I was late. Then she asked me to signs some papers. I found out that it was her birthday. 

I went to the airport were Rhodey, my best friend and general was waiting for me to go to a demostration of some weapons we were working on and were planning on selling. After the presentation, we were attacked and I was capture. I saw that my weapons  were being sold to the enemy. They kept me in a cave and they inserted in my chest a car battery. 

"What the hell did you do to me?" I asked the man that was with me. 

"What I did?What I did was save your life. I removed all the shrapnel I could, but there's more left, and it's headed into your atrial septum." The man explained. 

"What is this?" I asked the man pointing at my chest. 

"That is an electromagnet, hoked up to a car battery, and it's keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart." He explained. He explained that we had met  before but I was to drunk to remember. Then some man came and  that is when I saw my guns in their  hands. They called me the most famous  mass murdered in america. The leader told me that they wanted me to do a weapon, the same weapon that I just sold the government.  I told them that I refused and they tortured me. While I was being tortured, I was flashbacks of my life. I saw images of my friends and the image of the little girl, my little sister,  who I left alone. 

They took me outside to a camp and they showed me the weapons.  They told me that they had everything for me to make the Jericho missile and if I didn't do it I was going to die. So I told them that I was going to do it, but I was planning  on doing something else. 

AUTHOR NOTE: SORRY ABOUT MY ENGLISH... IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. wRITING HELPS ME PRACTICE MY WRITTING. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER. XOXOXOXO -ME :D