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⭐ Goodbye | Brother! Tony Stark

You had never thought that you would die because of a bullet. You weren't a fighter, you weren't an agent, you weren't a superhero.

You were a nobody.

What did you know about yourself except your name were:

1. You were a journalist.

2. You loved to read and write.

3. You were Tony Stark's adopted little sister.

4. Your brother loved you dearly.

But yet, here you were, lying in a pool of your own blood. Tears on your face and your lips quivered with fear. Tony pulled you into his lap and worry filled his eyes.

"Y/N, don't close your eyes."

He warned gently. You were tired, the pain was too much for you to bear. Tony was getting panicked when your eyelids almost closed.

"Y/N! Shit, I could've save you from the bullet! I'm so sorry!"

Tony blamed himself, like usual, making your heart ache. You had been with him since you were little and he was always protective of you. He blamed himself for almost everything and you hated that. He was too kind, yet people just saw him as a sarcastic billionaire.

"It's written, Tony."

You whispered softly. A tear escaped his eye as he knew that your time was coming. He couldn't do anything to save you, his beloved sister.

"I love you, Tony. Th—Thank you for every—thing."

You took your last breathe and everything went black. You didn't hear Tony screaming for your name again and again. You didn't see Tony holding you for dear life in his arms, hoping that you would be breathing again. You didn't realize that you just left your brother heartbroken.

People said that after you died, you'll see your important memories for awhile to say goodbye. To all of them.

You saw a flash of memories when you were dead.

Suddenly you felt like you just woke up from a sleep, your body was fresh and a smile creeped on your face. You looked around and noticed that you were in your old house.

It was your childhood.

"Pl—Please stop, dad!"

You were just a six-year-old girl. But your father was abusing you. After your mother's death, he always got mad and hit you.

The image of your father hitting you replayed before you. Tears welled in your eyes as hatred built in your chest. You blinked and you were no longer there. You were at somewhere else.

"Y/N, this will be your new home."

You looked up and saw Howard Stark, looking down at you with a broad smile on his face. He held your small hand in his and you walked with him.

"You will be my new dad?"

Howard chuckled softly and nodded. He kneeled down to your level and kissed the crown of your head. The look in his eyes was true, he wanted to save you.

"Yes, Y/N Stark."

A tear escaped your eye and you put a hand on your mouth to keep yourself from sobbing. You missed Howard so much, but you were sure you would see him very soon.

"You're so smart, Y/N!"

A sixteen-year-old Tony was comforting a crying you. You were twelve back then, and Tony was holding you.