❝Who am I?❞
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❝You're my daughter.❞
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❝Then how come your never there for me?❞
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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Isabella Stark, Tony Starks
daughter, becomes closer to he...
i am poison in the water and unhappy little girl who needs her daddy real bad
ethel cain ⸻ hard times
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Pepper's House June 15th, 2010
Two months had passed since Tony Stark's disappearance. Most had given up hope of him ever being found. But not Pepper and Bella. They pressed for the military to continue their search of the Afghan desert. It took a lot of convincing, but Rhodey was able to pull a few strings and call in a few favors to make it happen. Everyday Pepper and Bella hoped for good news, but it never came.
As for who had parental custody of Bella, her dad had never explicitly written who he wanted to take care of her, should the worst happen. Pepper had stepped forward and until Tony was found she was in her care. They never discussed what would happen if he never came home. It was always when he came home, not if he came home.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Pepper asked Bella from across the breakfast table.
"Huh?" Bella looked up from her bowl of cheerios that had become soggy, "what did you say?"
"I said, what do you want for your birthday?"
"Oh yeah my birthday is in three days." Bella half smiled at her own forgetfulness.
"Did you forget?" Pepper took a sip of her coffee.
"Would it be bad to say yes?" Bella used her spoon to nudge some of her cheerios together into the shape of a heart.
"Kind of," She smirked at Bella who gave a sarcastic scowl in return, "But you never answered my question."
"Oh uh," She paused for a moment, "I dunno. I'm kinda a hard person to shop for."
"Yeah, I know," Pepper laughed, "I'm sure I'll think of something."
"You always do." They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Bella spoke, "Could I come into the office with you today?"
"Why?" Pepper raised an eyebrow.
"I'm curious about what you do a S.I. And I have nothing else going on."
"You have tutoring." Pepper blew some steam off her coffee.
"Oh please, you and I both know how much I hate that." Bella scrunched her nose in disgust. When your father and grandfather were both geniuses, everyone assumed you would be too. But Bella never enjoyed math or science. Or really any kind of schoolwork for that matter. She knew she was smart; she just didn't care. What was the point if you where already super wealthy?
