❝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...
l.a, l.a, l.a, l.a in the land of gods and monsters i was an angel livin' in the garden of evil screwed up, scared doin' anything i needed shining like a fiery beacon
lana del rey ⸻ gods & monsters
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Stark Mansion July 24th, 2010
"Can you please slow down dad?" Bella asked, clutching the handle above her head as they made another sharp turn. Tony ignored her and continued to floor it as they made their way home from the gala. His knuckles were turning white from clutching the steering wheel and he refused to look away from the road.
"I know your upset, but please...." She gasped a little as they turned onto PCH, causing the tires to screech.
After a beat of silence her father finally responded. "I just don't know what to do."
"There's nothing you can do. The boards locked you out and Obie is making shady deals." She tried to reason with him.
"There's one thing I could do..." he trailed off as they speed up to pass a car.
Bella looked at him confused before a look of realization passed over her face. "No. That's a terrible idea."
"Is it? I've fought terrorists in the suit before."
"Yes, but this is an active war zone dad." She put emphasis on the word "active".
Her dad didn't answer and continued to speed down the coast.
"The 15-mile hike to the outskirts of Gulmira can only be described as a descent into hell..." the news anchor spoke from the TV.
"Dad, please don't do this." Bella passed back and forth in front of the TV. Tony sat in front of her on the couch, wearing his Mark II gauntlet and using a screwdriver to fix it. He had taken off his suit and wore a white tank top and jeans. Bella's stilettos we're discarded in a corner of the room, but she still wore her red dress. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup smeared, but she didn't care enough to fix it.
"I don't have a choice, Bella. I have to help those people." He suddenly stood up.
"No, you don't. Why can't you get it through that thick skull of yours? Let the military handle it." She looked him dead in the eyes. Memories of the past three months resurfaced; crying herself to sleep, the guilt of never saying goodbye to him, the constant anxiety.
He brushed past her and extended his arm, shooting a blast from the gauntlet that shattered one of the workshop windows. Aiming his hand, he shattered the other and then quickly spun and broke the last one. Bella covered her ears and cringed at the loud sound.
