MARVEL One Shots

Die First (W&N)

I honestly forgot when I wrote this (2022/2023),
but I remembered it just now
— & according to my notes app, I added to it in February.

The name doesn't really fit since it's technically unfinished (I wanted to make a full story). Enjoy ?

Warning: It can be inaccurate to things.
TW: reference to self-harm & struggles with eating

WORD COUNT: 11,000+

"My name is Madeleine Stark and I am the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Cute couple, great parents, a lot of alone time." I say while fidgeting with my fingers.

Everything about my life is perfect. It's the perfect life for any other teenager, but not for me. I don't like being alone, but I never admit to it. In everything I say, in every description of my life, I say it in a presumably happy way.

But, right now isn't one of those times.

I look up from my hands to meet Sarah's eyes. She looks back at me sympathetically. The only reason I am here is because my parents decided it was a good idea to see where my head is. ... You guessed it, she's my therapist.

I may have 'fallen off the wagon' a few too many times for Tony's liking in the past.

I hate the look any person gives me when they don't fake to see that nothing is wrong. No matter how much I beg for them to just sign off that I'm...me. I am an unbothered child, in a good way.

I do have to admit, my expression on my face doesn't match my 'body language'. At least that is what the previous therapists told me before, and they're right. However, they aren't right when they say I have an eating disorder.

I don't have an eating disorder, to be clear. I know me, I know my body. I know when I am hungry and when I am not.

"Nice to meet you," Sarah says with a small smile then she writes in her notebook.

"you know my name, why do i have to say it?" I ask softly, still fidgeting with my fingers. It's not that I don't like my name, but who wouldn't know of me? Or at least what therapist doesn't have their patient's name already?

"I wanted you to tell me. it's a thing i do." she shrugs, while keeping her smile.

"well, can i leave? my father has a car waiting for me." I shift a bit in the chair and look out to the window then the digital clock that was on the shelf behind Sarah. "I am already late."

"that is because it took you an hour to speak to me." She exhales and looks to the time. "but, sure. i'll see you tomorrow, Madeleine."

I nod. I get up and pick up my phone to see a message from my dad.

It reads: Can't make it to pickup. Sorry sweetie. Natasha should be there.

"Great" I mumble. Then look to Sarah, who was going to ask what it was on my phone. "don't even," I roll my eyes and leave the room. Walking into the lobby and out the building.

Natasha was already there waiting for me, with Wanda. Wanda walks up to me and tries to give me a hug but I just walk under her arm. "Let's just go home." Natasha sighs and nods her head. Her and Wanda sit in the front, and I sit in the back seat.

I have no issues with any of the Avengers. However, they all know that I hate the therapy that my parents make me go to.

Wanda used to be my best friend. We were inseparable when I was adopted by the Starks. I wouldn't exactly say that we had a falling out. We are still friendly, as much as I can be when I have therapy on my schedule which is always.