Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 1

I sit on my bed holding a knife in my hand knowing the potentional of the blade connected to the handle. I have been though so much theses past few months, all the drama of Loki trying to take over Midgaurd, I mean earth. With Thor around more often I've started to say Midgaurd more then Earth and midgaurdian instead of human. I sort of like it.

I'm just sick of everything, my Dad Tony Stark has almost died 6 times this year and I can't stand the thought of losing him. Even my Mom Pepper Potts is getting worried that he is pushing himself to much.

The more I work the more depressed I get and I don't want to live anymore. I just want to sink into my bed and just sleep forever in my world of dreams and be able to create the world I want where no one has to die and we all live a happy, simple life in the woods away from civalization and chaos.

I move the reflective blade over my pale, white skin. The reason I wanted to do this is because I think it might get rid of some of my pain and stress. I could never talk to my parents about this, they would be so disapointed in me and I could never talk to the other avengers because they would be loyal friends, which dont get me wrong, you always want loyal friends but in this case they would tell Tony or Pepper even if I asked them not to.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I place the blade on my skin and slowly slice across the top of my arm, making a gaping wound. I close my eyes tightly to withstand the pain, it was almost satifiying, it almost felt like I was letting go of some of my stress.

The blood starts to seep out of the wound, dripping down my arm landing on my sheets dying them a dark red. I should have gotten a towel to soak up the blood. I judt will throw out these sheets and just get some new ones.

I postion the blade again about a half a inch away from the first slit and cut my flesh again around the same depth as last time. It hurt a bit more then the first one because the flesh is swollen and raw but I work though it. I make 5 more cuts before putting the knife down on my bedside table.

The blood was now pooring out of my arm done onto my bed. I was starting to feel a little dizzy with the large amount of blood I'm losing. I jog to my bathroom holding my arm trying not to let anymore blood leave my body. I open the cupboard under my sink and grab the gauze to wrap my arm.

I wrap my arm tightly with the gauze with multiple layer and hold my arm over my head to slow the bleeding. I look at my self in the mirror, I see my self holding my arm above the my head to stop the bleeding from the damage I did to my self and my eyes start to tear up. I have to cut my self to feel relief how himiluating is that. I am a disapointment, my parents wouldn't want me as their daughter anymore. I'm a horrible human being. 

My brain always gets the better of me and it justs beats me down and makes be feel insecure and bad about who I am. Weather it was about my look, my weight or just how I act, it would find something to bully me about.

I start to fully cry letting all the humiliating out of my body. I sink to the floor and let my self drown in my own tears.

**20 minutes later**

I finally get my self together and stop crying. My face is stained with tears and my clothes are soaked. My arm still hurts but atleast the bleeding had stopped. I get up and wake over to my bed. I grab all the sheets that are soaked with my own blood and bring them to the bathroom and shove them into a spare garbage bag I have just laying around.

I go to my closet and change out my of t-shirt and legging and into something more covering and dry, so no one will see my arm and the damage I have done. I put an Iron Man sweater on that my self obsorbed father bought me and some simple black jogging pants. Even though my Dad was self obsorbed it was in a funny kind of way. He only got me the sweater because he dared me to wear it around the Avenger Towers where we lived to bug the other avengers about him being my "favourite". I made him buy it for me just so I didn't have to.

The sweater is red with a yellow Iron Man helmet on it. To be honest it is extremly comfortable and is actually one of my favouite sweaters in my closet. I do have a Captain Ameria sweater that no one knows about it says "I Could Do This All Day" and has a sheild on it. If my dad found out about it boy oh boy would he have a couple of words with me.

I go to the bathroom agian to put a bit on concealer on to cover my red eyes and the tear stains on my face. I fixed up some of my mascara and head for the door to exit my room.

I take a deep breath and walk out of my room to see where everyone is.