Forsaken: Y/n x Marvel

Chapter 1: Betrayal

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Forsaken

Years ago, he had a choice. The choice was me his daughter or Harley his prodigy. Some would say the choice is easy. You'd pick your daughter right?

Well I guess the choice was easy. Just not predictable. He chose the boy he found on the street over his own daughter and left her for dead. . . .or so he thought.

Years ago, my life changed forever. It was a decision no father should ever have to make, but Tony Stark made his choice without a second thought. That choice wasn't me.

I remember that day vividly. It started with a glimmer of hope. Today is my 10th birthday. My father, Tony Stark, had promised to spend time with me, a rare occurrence given his busy life as a billionaire.

I knew he did more than just make weapons but again almost everything I knew about my own father came from the Internet. So I was always kept in the dark. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I waited eagerly in the living room, but as the hours ticked by, my excitement turned into anxiety. When I went looking for him, I found him in the garage, deeply engrossed in conversation with a boy I had never seen before. Harley Keener was his name.

Tony's eyes lit up as he showed Harley some new tech, a passion I had never seen directed at me. My heart sank as I watched from the shadows, realizing that my father's attention was elsewhere.

"Dad?" I called out, stepping into the light. "You promised we'd spend the day together."

Tony glanced at me, a flicker of guilt briefly crossing his face before being replaced by cold indifference. "Not now, y/n. I'm busy."

I tried to protest, but he cut me off. "Harley and I have important work to do. Go find something else to do."

I ran out of the garage, tears streaming down my face. I didn't know that things were about to get much worse.

Later that evening, two men in dark suits appeared at our doorstep. They spoke quietly with my father, and though I couldn't hear their words, I could feel the tension in the air. Tony looked over at me, his expression unreadable. The men glanced between me and Harley, and then one of them asked, "Which one?"

Tony's eyes met mine for a fleeting moment before he turned back to the men. "Take her," he said without hesitation, nodding towards me. "Harley stays."

My heart stopped. "Dad, what? no!" I cried out, struggling against the men as they grabbed my arms. "Please, don't do this!"

Tony's face remained impassive. "It's for the best," he said simply. "You'll understand one day that you simply serve no purpose to me."

Those were the last words he said to me before I was taken away. The men dragged me into a black SUV, and as we drove off, I saw my father standing in the doorway, watching me go without a trace of remorse.