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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ talkin' 'bout my girl. . .
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𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃. . . an eight year old girl
stands on Tony Starks doorstep,
claiming to be his daughter, altering
his entire life...
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"HELLO?"
Carmen Fontana's soft voice was in a low whisper as she held her bedazzled cell phone to her ear, hearing a female voice speak back to her. she was currently in her bedroom, well— Tony's bedroom, really. she had been resting on the large mattress, her hair sprawled out on the silk pillow beneath her.
"hi! listen, i finally got to a phone, so i want you to tell me everything." the familiar woman ordered excitedly. Carmen leaned on her elbows, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. she missed her. it had only been a few weeks since they'd said goodbye to each other, but that was the longest they'd ever been apart.
"i don't know where to start."
"well, how about those pictures you promised me? E-mail me right now. i want to see you." Carmen could hear the smile in her Aunts tone.
"okay, hold on." Carmen whispered lowly. she pulled the phone away from her ear, scrolling for a bit before finding her E-mail and pressing send!
"i just sent them." the little girl rushed out. Aunt Alice was beginning to grow curious.
"Carmen, are you alright? why are you whispering?" she hesitantly laughed out. Carmen's eyes widened. oh, no. she could hear heavy foot steps nearing the bedroom door, and she rolled her bottom lip in between her teeth as the bundle of nerves in her abdomen tightened.
"uh," she began to make a throaty noise as though the connection was being interrupted, "i can't hear you. you're breaking up. love you!"
she broke the words before ending the call. it was just then that the bedroom door swung open, revealing Tony Stark. a white, long sleeved shirt clung to his torso, his arc reactor visible through the thin fabric. he wore a pair of black jeans on his lower half. a strand of his dark brown hair fell over his forehead. there was a visible cut that tore through the flesh on his forehead. it seemed to be just a few days fresh.
