It's a Stark Life

Is This Some Sick Dream?

Jasmine POV

It had been a few years since the building had collapsed on my mother and I. I had come to believe Clint Barton was my father, even though he and I looked nothing alike, but hey, at least I wasn't in an orphanage. My "dad" had been very distant to me, like he knew something I didn't.

"Jazzy!" My father called out, He sounded like he had urgency in his voice. I threw my phone on the bed and got up

"Coming!" I shouted out as I made my way to the door and walked down the stairs to see him and Tony Stark sitting at the table, my father had a sad expression on his face." 

Woah, Since when did you know Tony Stark?" I said with a puzzling expression. I looked over at Mr. Stark, who looked astonished. I glanced back at my father who motioned for me to sit.

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A few hours before,

Tony's POV

"God-Damnit! Why can't I get that kid out of my head?" I slammed my hands down in frustration. Pepper walked in, seeing how upset I was she gave me a confused glance.

"What kid are you talking about Tony?"

"Remember that girl we got out of the rubble? Yeah, apparently she's my daughter and I can't even see her anymore!" I realized what I just blurted out to Pepper, Her expression changed so slightly, she was even more confused, Great going Stark, you just admitted to your girlfriend you have a hidden daughter, I'll never hear the end of this.

"You have a daughter Tony?"

"Yeah, I do and I miss her, I only knew her for a few weeks but, She's my little girl, she probably isn't little anymore, but she's my daughter Pepper, I want to be in her life, I want to be the father figure my father wasn't."

"Well why don't you get her?"

"Because it isn't safe! I'm Iron man for god's sake! I pissed off an entire terrorist group and you think it would be safe to let the world know Tony Stark has a damn daughter?"

With a huff Pepper crossed her arms and spoke, a little bit of anger in her voice"If you want her to be in your life, you need to go get her."_________________Jasmines POV"So..you are telling me that Tony FREAKING Stark is my father and not you?" I said, astonished, my mouth agape.

"You got that correct Jazzy-Doodle." I looked over at Tony who just nodded while looking at me. It seemed to suddenly click in my head, the red metal arm, Staying at the Avengers headquarters for a few weeks while my leg wound healed. How I remember the Doctor man said that I looked like Tony, the musky sweet smell that I so clearly remember holding onto my first night at the tower.

"I'm Iron Man's daughter.. I- ME- AM Tony Stark's daughter" I motioned to myself my breathing quickened, I wasn't scared, but I also wasn't too happy, but at least I knew where I got my love of robotics. My idol, the person I looked up to, was my own father. I came out of my thoughts rapidly as Tony- I mean my dad snapped his fingers in my face.

"I've decided I want to be a part of your life, pack your things. Happy is waiting for you outside in the car. It's time for my daughter to come home." My new dad spoke, I rushed up to my room and grabbed as much stuff as I could into some dinky little suitcase. I said goodbye to everyone, my adoptive mother was the last to say goodbye. She had tears running down her face as she held onto me tightly.

"Don't get into too much trouble for me, okay?" I nodded and sniffled back the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes. I looked back at my dad who gave me a warm Stark smile and opened up the door for me. I slowly walked over and sat in the seat. My father closed the door and got inside himself. Before I knew it, I was off to start my new adventure in New York City.

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A few weeks after

Jasmine's POV

It had been a few weeks since I had found out that Tony Stark was my father. I had been lounging around the tower when none of the Avengers were there, Dad wasn't ready to tell his colleagues that he had a daughter. I had already gone through the work that he had given me to keep me occupied. I had begun to work on an artificial intelligence like Jarvis. I had given her a cute name, Alicia. I sat back once she powered on and smiled hearing her voice.

"Hello Miss Stark, I'm Alicia, your personal artificial intelligence." I connected her to my smartwatch that I had also made and smiled brightly. I looked around and my smile fell. I glanced down at Alicia and sighed.

"I wish I could go to school. I mean I already know everything but I still want to go to school ya know Alicia??"

"No, I don't understand Miss Stark." Her robotic voice sounded from the speakers in my room. "I wish I could just ask Tony to just go to school." I had not gotten comfortable calling him dad yet. After I said that a knock was at my door, I called out for them to enter. My dad walked in as Alicia started her sentence.

"Well, Miss Stark, why don't you ask him if you could go to school?" I looked over at him, my eyes open. He tilted his head and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"A, You've already started calling yourself a Stark? Huh, neat. And B. You want to go to school?" "Yeah I do, I've already finished your work and I just built an A.I. please can I go to school!" I pleaded and begged, hoping he would cave in. With a deep inhale and exhale he opened his mouth and spoke.

"No."

"Mr. Stark!"

"Don't call me that, I said no!"

"But-"

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"Fine! But if you have one sign of trouble you are dropping out! You cannot tell anyone you are a Stark! You will go under Barton. You hear me?"

"Yes Mr Sta-Dad! I promise I won't let you down!" I exclaimed, jumping out of my chair and hugging him tightly.

"You will start on monday, I'll see if I cant pull a few strings and get you into Midtown High School." He said after releasing me from the hug I gave him. I couldn't believe it. I was going to go to one of the best high schools in America. Man, I must have hit the jackpot or something. Tony Stark is my father, I was going to one of the best schools. What's next? I get abilities or something. No, that would be impossible, but I could do something better. I ran downstairs and into my fathers workshop. I began to work on a suit, just like Tony's.