[𝟏] 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

TONY STARK NEVER thought about being a father to a little girl or finding out that he had a daughter of his own. Although he'd probably never admit it out loud but the thought of being a father terrified him. Maybe it was because that he was afraid of messing everything up and ruin his child, maybe it was because he was terrified of becoming like his own father, Howard Stark, or maybe it was really a mixture of both of these reasons. But he never thought that those thoughts would change the moment he met her. 

The moment he met his daughter for the first time.

And the moment where he first laid his eyes on the little girl that he helped make, his whole world changed for him. 

To this day, Tony still remembers when he saw his daughter for the first time. He had forced himself out of his bed since his father had been calling him down and by the time he came downstairs, he was greeted with the sight of Howard Stark scowling at him, Maria Stark was giving him a sympathetic smile, and a three-year-old little girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes standing slightly behind the Child Services worker with a nervous expression on her face. 

He remembered how confuse he was when he saw her, not knowing anything about her while he stood there quietly, waiting for someone to explain.

The Child Services worker cleared her throat and stared directly at Tony. "Mr. Stark--" she started to said but was cut off immediately.

"Just call me Tony," he said before he gestured to his father. "He's the great Mr. Stark. Calling me that is just a insult to him, isn't it, dad?" He added sarcastically, glancing over at his father.

Howard rolled his eyes at his son and ignored the temptation to said something back to his son, staring at him with a scowl on his face.

"Very well," the Child Services worker said, taking his attention away from Howard. "Tony, do you recall a Victoria Smith?"

Tony blinked when he heard the name. At first, he didn't recognized the name but then, the memories of that night kicked in for him. He remembers how he met her at a party in Las Vegas and how they got married at sixteen-years-old after lying about how old they really were. "Uh, maybe?" He said with a shrug. "Brunette, short, pretty?"

Howard scowled at his son and shook his head, clearly irritated at him. "Ignore him, he remembers."

The Child Services worker nodded and continued. "Well, after you both got married in Las Vegas at the age of sixteen, Victoria Smith was impregnated with your child."

Everything felt like time had frozen to Tony when he heard those words. That very sentence with those very words kept replaying over and over in his head.

Victoria Smith was impregnated with your child.

Tony felt his eyes gaze over to where the little girl stood once the Child Services worker slowly stepped out of the way, letting him get a look at his daughter. The more he stared at her, the more he saw how she looked so much like him with the same hair color, eye color, and even their face shape. 

He had a little girl.

He had a daughter.

"Tony," Maria softly called out to her son, trying to get his attention.

"Mr. Stark," the Child Services worker started again, Tony didn't bother correcting her again because of the thoughts in his head. "Victoria Smith had her custody of your daughter removed."