Little Stark (A Tony Stark Daughter Fan fiction)

Chapter 2

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Early the next morning Monica woke up to JARVIS's voice. "Miss Stark, Mr. Stane wishes to see you in the garage." Monica groaned but dragged herself out of her bed, her cotton pants softly brushing her ankles.

She dragged herself through the well-lit house, noticing a car disappearing out the window. Monica smirked beside herself as she made her way down the steps and into the garage. She stopped in her tracks as a video of her race last night played on the screen.

"Wow kiddo, you know, you're quite good. If it wasn't for the fact that you only have a permit and the races aren't legal, I would be posting this on facebook to get people to see your races." Obadiah said from where he leaned against the car from the footage. When Monica looked over, she saw the natural smile she loved as a child. 

Sometimes, it was almost easy to forget that he's a bad man. Somedays, Monica found herself wanting to delete all of the evidence she had gathered because goddamnit, he was the closest thing to a grandfather she had ever known. 

"Tony, he can be so oblivious sometimes, missing what is just in front of him, right next to him as he works. Living right under his nose." Obadiah pushed off the car and walked towards Monica. "Please be careful, though, I really would hate to hear you got in an accident from one of these races."

Smiling, Monica nodded. "Of course, Obi."

It was only after Obadiah had gotten upstairs that Monica raised her voice to a whisper, "JARVIS?" 

"All protocols concerning Mr. Stane that you had put in place had been followed, Miss Stark," JARVIS answered, knowing the question before being asked.

"Good job, JARVIS. Where's Tony?" Monica asked. She walked over to her car and rolled under it, checking the brakes, engine, accelerator, and anything else that could be tampered with. Monica hated the lack of trust she now held for Obadiah, but since that day, it became clear that he was a terrible person. As she kept digging, she found out how far the darkness went, and it terrified her. 

"Afghanistan for a weapons demonstration," Answered the AI.

"Afghanistan... isn't Obi talking to someone about something going on in Afghanistan.... tonight?" Monica asked as she fiddled with her car, cleaning it, and polishing it.

"Yes, Miss Stark, Mr. Stane's mystery arrangement should take place tonight during the demonstration," JARVIS confirmed.

"JARVIS, I want our satellites trained on my dad the entire time, also, make sure his necklace tracker is broadcasting," Monica demanded. "We can't have anything happen to a National Treasure now, can we?" Monica finished, almost as if she was justifying her out of character emotion to the computer system.

It was midnight when the alarm went off in Monica's room, showing a burst of thermal energy right next to the caravan that Tony was traveling with. Instantly, the Stark Heiress was a whirlwind of actions, hacking into the military feed and sending off mayday and SOS signals, triangulating them to seem to originate from the location of the caravan, all the while trying to keep the tracker alive in her Dad's necklace. 

The first two tasks went down perfectly, the third not so much. Monica helplessly looked up as Anthony Edward Stark was taken by a terrorist pod. She watched his tracker fade to nothing helplessly as they disappeared into a nearby mountain range.

"No."

Anthony Stark had always seemed to forget about his daughter. Never cared much really. At least, not until he laid in the middle of Afghanistan with blood seeping through his "impenetrable" vest. As his head rolled back to the sand, Monica Stark appeared in his head. His daughter's brown hair and eyes that always seemed alight with intelligence flashed in his mind.