❝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
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Stark Industries July 25th, 2010
Bella took a sip of her iced latte as she watched the TV from a back room at the press conference. Rhodey was standing on a podium before a room full of reporters, informing them of the events of the previous evening. Even though she had been exhausted the night before, having been awake for over forty-eight hours, she still had barely slept a wink. The adrenaline and horror from the battle with Stane kept her tossing and turning long into the early hours of the morning. She hoped this cup of coffee would keep her awake at least for the next few hours, then she would go home and sleep, probably for the next three years.
Her dad sat on a chair next to her, reading a newspaper with the headline, WHO IS IRON MAN? splashed across the front page. The whole debacle with Stane had captured the attention of the nation, leaving many unanswered questions. Questions which would hopefully be addressed during this press conference. Pepper was helping Tony cover up the bruises and cuts on his face.
"'Iron Man', that's kind of catchy. It's got a nice ring to it." He looked over at Bella, "What do you think Bells?"
"I think it strokes your ego a little too much." She quipped.
"Oh, touche this morning aren't we." He grinned while Pepper rolled her eyes. "But the name isn't technically accurate. The suites a gold-titanium alloy, but it's kind of evocative, the imagery, anyway." He rambled on.
Agent Coulson entered the room holding a notecard and handed it to Tony. "Here's your alibi."
"Okay?" He read it over while Bella scanned it over his shoulder.
"You were on your yacht." The agent explained.
"Yeah." He nodded, still reading.
"We have port papers that put you in Avalon all night and sworn statements from fifty of your guests." Coulson went on.
"See, I was thinking maybe we should say it was just Pepper and me alone on the island." At this remark, Pepper pulled a small Band-Aid off his face, making him cringe in pain.
"Was I not invited?" Bella gave him a look of mock hurt.
"It's a little less romantic, but sure, why not. Bella, Pepper and me." He shrugged.
The Agent, clearly unamused with their antics, nodded to the notecard, "Thats what happened."
"All right." He gave in.
"Just read it, word for word."
Tony flipped through the next few note cards. "There's nothing about Stane here."
