In An Imperfect World ~ MCU Fanfic

Epilogue

(Please note, I have no clue where the MCU is heading, I don't even know if half the info I have is true but I'm trying my best here. I really hope people like my writing, I want to be an author and this is pretty good practice. Sorry this is super short, I didn't really  have time to write a lot for an epilogue. And I don't own the picture, I just thought it would work. Anyway, thanks for clicking on this! I hope you like it!)

My father was famous. Rich, handsome, smart. He was flawless, or when you ignored a couple of his faults. Narcissistic, fearful, and, worst of all, dead. All he’d left was money, fame, and a big, gaping hole.

And then came the press. They ate it all up, his sacrifice. His heroic act. His beautiful widow. His young daughter.

My mother was never the same. She didn’t ignore me, not in that sense of the word, but she became more distant. Like she could hardly look at me, let alone talk to me. These days it was hard to remember how warm and welcoming she’d been before.

She threw herself into work, into what once was my father’s company. We moved back to the city, she hired a nanny, she was practically gone. I was so young when it happened. I was so scared. But I adapted.

My father had been Tony Stark, my mother Pepper. My best friends aren’t my age, they’re older. Peter and Happy. I’m a little lonely, but isn’t everyone? It’s just my life.

I still remember how everyone watched me so closely for years. I was meant to be a little genius, not some weird kid who was addicted to cheeseburgers. And then IronHeart (I think that’s her name…) started saving the world. I was so young and it wasn’t long after we moved to the city.

It was exciting at first. A girl, in armor like Dad’s, was saving the world. I watched her on TV, on YouTube, anywhere I could. A girl was making a difference. I adored her.

Not anymore.

Moving to the city was a rude awakening. I didn’t notice it at first, it took me like a year to realize, Mom hid it so well. Until I found a paper.

Turns out people thought I was a moron. One person suggested I was mentally ill. One thought I was adopted. One thought Mom cheated on Dad, no moron kid could be a Stark. I was heartbroken.

But they weren’t wrong. Not in one way…

I am mentally ill. Or I have a disorder, at least. I have dysgraphia. It’s a writing disorder, I can’t write well. Which makes school hard. It sucks, everyone thinks I’ll be taking over Stark industries. Maybe I’ll make Friday do it.

School’s a nightmare. I go to a private school, where girls tease me and the boys harass me. I get in fights, I get mad, I don’t make friends. Same old loop.

But I think the worst part of my life was being forced into the real world when I’m only 15…