Bucky Barnes: Tony Starks daughter

16 - the announcement

"Right so, is everyone ready?" My Dad asked.

Everyone around me nodding quickly and grabbed their things.

My dad entered the room first and stood up to the microphone crammed podium, followed by the rest of the Avengers, who just sat at the back, behind my dad. I opted to follow Bucky's trail, sitting next to him, near to the edge.

Curious and confused stares had already begun as I had walked in, but the camera shutters grew more frequent, mostly aiming at me.

"Hello everyone, your probably wondering why you've been called up here. I've had a secret for quite a while and I guess it hasn't been just me keeping it. I'd like to introduce my daughter, Y/n Stark."

It didn't even feel like milliseconds before the crowd of press went into uproar, camera flashes and shutters going off continuously like one big bright light. I couldn't help but think how their could be at least one person in this building, who had some sort of epilepsy or flash provoking condition they didn't know about, the odds of having either being around 1 in 100.

My dad gave me a signal to come towards him, I guess what I hadn't realised was that I'd be speaking in this conference. It took me seventeen years just to tell Tony the main parts and I was expected to tell the entire world everything with no preparation other than a pat on the back and a couple of seconds of walking up to the podium.

When I got over to the front, I realised how much I had greatly underestimated the amount of people in the building.

"Hello everyone, I'm not fantastic at public speaking, unlike some people, the whole I am Iron Man thing," I joked, looking to my father. As crowd started to laugh, I felt my body relax slightly, it wasn't the two hundred pairs of eyes glaring at me though, it was Bucky's quiet chuckle coming from behind me. "Um, my name is Y/n Stark, as my father just said, already," I snorted. "Um questions? Cause I'm clearly not good at this."

They laughed again, quickly putting their hand up, screaming and shouting my name. My dad pointed to a man in his mid-forty's, he had a bald hair and was slightly tanned. I noticed the colour of his tie; it was a dark colour, the colour of blood oozing, the deepest of the sea and the latest of the nights. "Can you tell us about your backstory?" He asked, his New York accent coming through.

"Well...um..." I felt every single muscle in my body, my scalp, my elbows, the little indents between my finger tips in the finger print. "I was actually born in the 1700s...1719 to be exact."

Not only the crowed seemed to be shocked, but I heard a few noises from behind me. I looked over to my dad and he nodded, reassuringly.

"I've been brought up by the Stark's since the the 50s, sorry the um the 1850s," I chuckled awkwardly. "I've been captured a total of three times by Hydra, once in 1940s and the second in 1990s and apparently quite recently, couple weeks ago," I carried on, trying not to laugh at this fucked up situation if been in. "Thomas Stark was...a kind man...but I had to say no when he asked for my hand in marriage. It was only when Howard Stark senior met me in his twenties and his father realised it was me and I hadn't aged a day. It was from pretty much then on that I was raised by the Stark's, Howard Stark junior and now Tony Stark."

After speaking it the whole room was silent, as though they'd seen a ghost. I have to admit though, I cannot be the strangest out of everyone in this room. The people behind me literally protect the earth from extraterrestrial threats. And I was the strange one.

Someone in the crowd coughed.

"Any more questions?" I barely got out.

A woman raised her hand. She had an angular nose, pointed down similar to mine, something that resembled the typical Roman nose. I didn't exactly know where my features came from, Bruce was still running tests on my blood, I didn't even know where I came from.

"You said you were captured the 1990s, where you the missing girl in the 1991 murder of Howard and Marina Stark?" She asked.

I turned my head over to my father again and he nodded once more.

"I was captured after Howard and Marina were murdered by one of Hydras brainwashed soldiers... I remembered so clearly that this soldier had seen that I was hurt, still to this day, I don't know why he didn't just kill me, I think sometimes I would've preferred it...I assumed back then that it was because of my abilities at the time. But now I think it was because we had something in common," I raised my arm, revealing my metal hand.

"Is this solider you speak of Bucky Barnes?" She said, looking down at her lap, at what I'm assuming was some sort of notepad or iPad maybe.

I felt my head move but I stopped myself — I could handle this.

"Yes, it was on the period he was being controlled by Hydra," I explained. "Me, Bucky and many others were tortured on a day to day basis, electrolyte therapy, experiments, drugs. I've never asked Bucky but I was whipped, stabbed, shocked and punched regularly if I wouldn't do as told."

The same angular nosed woman spoke up again, "If you could, would you take back anything? You said you sometimes you wish did die in the 1991 car crash."

"The car crash was so tragic, and yeah I do wish sometimes, I can't help but constantly think about how I've messed up the Stark family, having to deal with this fucked up thing I've brought onto their shoulders, but I can't take it back, that's not really how it works. My life now is definitely far from perfect, but the people in it are fucking amazing, oh shit sorry," I mumbled. "Sorry... again."

The woman who had been asking questions started smile then laugh, she stood up and started to clap. It wasn't long before the rest of the press had got tent to their feet, clapping their hands together.

I turned around to my family all smiling at me.

I wasn't particularly sure what I'd done to deserve but it felt good.