Iron Target {Iron Man Fanfic}

Iron Target Chp.1

'Tears streamed down Clara's cheeks, but that didn't compare to the blood that soaked her. Pepper helped her leave. I couldn't help but watch them. Worry rushed through me for Clara. I had to keep moving and defeat this man. Joseph glared at me. "Your dead now Stark!" He slammed the button down hard, sending tiny but dangerous electrons towards my heart. I couldn't escape now. That was when....'

"Tony....TONY! Are you even paying attention?"
I snapped back to reality at those words. That was the weirdest daydream I've ever had. Confused, I nodded pretending I heard every word. "Ugh, forget it Tony!" my sister, Sophie, said angrily. "N-No! You just go on your trip I've got your daughter covered." I replied reassuringly. Her daughter looked at me, like she was afraid of me. "Huh, I must be going anyway! I'm just going to tell Pepper the details." She said with a huff as she bent down to her daughter. "Call me if you need me. I love you sweetie." She whispered as she hugged her daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Sophie then stood up and turned toward me. "I'm warning you," She started sternly, "if I see my daughters face on the television I am going to sue you!" I winked playfully at her. "If she's with the famous Tony Stark, or Iron Man she might be on every station." I said with a sly smirk on my face. Sophie groaned. "No suits either Tony!" She said with her hand on her daughter. "Aw your ruining the fun!" I said putting on my pouty face. Sophie rolled her eyes but giggled slightly. "Bye Tony." She said as she walked out the door. When she got in her car and pulled away I bent down to her daughter.
"So are you the famous Clara Ross I've been hearing of?" Clara starred at me
for a moment then backed up and nodded. "C'mon! You know who I am right?" I nagged her. She looked at me confusingly. "Your Uncle Stark. Tony Stark is your full name." She answered quietly as she searched my face. I nodded, but that wasn't me! The world knows, why doesn't she? "Clara, do you watch any tv?" I asked her that like she was insane. Then her eyes got watery. She shook her head then starred at the ground. I wanted to speak but she was already walking around the house slowly. What did I do? What did I say? That was when I remembered, she found out her father was dead when she turned on the tv. The news was playing and she watched it just long enough to realize her father was dead. Pepper told me that. I was so stupid to forget! I growled at myself in anger. She looked at me with a tear streaming down her face. I felt so bad. I turned away from her. I couldn't stand to see her cry. That was when I heard something....
BANG!
I quickly whipped around to see that Clara was no longer in the room. Fear rushed through me. "Clara?" I called for her searching the room. "Clara?! Clara this isn't funny! Where are you?" I felt sweat trickle down my neck. I just lost a girl and I haven't even kept her for a day! "Mr.Stark sir..." I heard Jarvis start but I kept calling "CLARA!!!" My heart started beating rapidly. She couldn't have gone to the-"Sir, Clara is in the basement." Jarvis said continuing his statement. He read my mind. I rushed to the steps to see Clara at the bottom. Everything came together. The loud bang was Clara tripping down seven steps away the ground and fell. In the process she knocked over one of my metal pieces I had set up but didn't really need. At least she wasn't missing. I rushed to her side, but she was just sitting up looking around. "Clara are you ok? I'm sorry about bringing up your father." I said putting a hand on her shoulder and examining her. She looked at me then. Her face was damp from tears. "I-I'm ok..." She said nodding slowly. I kept looking at her. "Did you hear me call for you?" I asked her. She nodded! She literally nodded. I groaned. "Then why didn't you come up stairs?" Clara starred at me. "Well that robot was calling for you and I fell."
"You still could've came up the stairs."
"I hurt my ankle."
She pulled up her jeans revealing a sharp bruise and some blood trickling down her ankle. She didn't seem hurt by it, for it seemed like she was more effected by the news of her father. I looked from Clara's ankle to her face. "Do you need help? A band aid? Some ice?" I asked her worriedly but trying to stay calm. "Well if I can walk then no." She said and she slowly stood up. She gripped onto the table side for support and finally stood. She let go of the side and limped a few steps, wincing in pain. "Clara, do you need help?" I repeated the same question again. She turned to me and shook her head. "So do you invent suits for Iron Man or something?" Clara asked looking around and limping at the same time. "Well not exactly. I um," I said catching up to her and standing next to her, "well I am Iron Man." Clara laughed at that. "Oh really Uncle Stark?" She said then a smirk came on her face.
"Prove it."