Age of Y/n : 17
Gender of Y/n : Female
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I stroll into the compound, looking around the new Avengers building. "Fuck me this place is huge!" I say out loud as I walk into the lounge. I see a group of four people. She all stare at me as I stand still watching them watch me. "Who are you?" The woman asks me, she's a redhead, she's kinda fit. "I'm looking for Tony Stark." I tell her. She looks at me.
A voice, "Y/n, what are you doing here?" It's my dad. I turn around, "Heyy dad!" I say to him, my British accent really showing. He rolls his eyes, "Well?" He asks me. The redhead quickly cuts me off before I can speak, "Where are you from?" She asks me. My accent apparently not obvious enough.
I smirk, "In northwest United Kingdom! Born and raised! On the play ground is where I spent most of my days." I tell them before looks back to me dad, "Chillin out, maxin' relaxin and all cool and all shooting some basketball outside the school!" I tell my dad. My dad looks at me, "Why are you here." He demands to know.
I stick my tongue out and roll my eye before replying, "When a couple of guys, they were up to no good! Started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight. And my mum got scared." I chuckle a little, "She said you're moving with your dad and the Avengers in New York!" I tell him.
The other all mumbles and whisper to eachother, "You have a kid?" One of them ask. I smile and throw myself on the couch. "My daughter, Y/n Stark." He tells them as I put my thumbs up, place my feet on the table and go on my phone.
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