Nothing came up under her name.
Of course, he could've stopped there, turned off the computer, taken himself down to the medbay to wait for his daughter to wake up and pretend he never searched the world's biggest terrorist group for a hint to a five year old's past.
But he couldn't, not really.
So he ran facial recognition.
It's only a matter of seconds before it pops up, a flash of red hair and he knows exactly what he's stumbled upon.
He hates it.
Her eyes are wide and frightened, her warm, soft, honey tones sharpened with an icy blue tinge that sends convulsions down his spine. Soft red locks are loose around her face, contrasting horribly with the sharp, merciless cheekbones that stand out where puppy fat should be. She's unsmiling, lips pressed into a thin line, as though worried about what might happen if she so much as releases a breath through them.
Though only three in the picture, Gianna looks as though she's seen more of the world than anyone could handle.
"Christ", the words leave his mouth before he's noticed, years of snark and arrogance having successfully removed his brain to mouth filter. His hand shakes where it rests on the mouse, threatening to click onto the profile if he shivers a little to violently.
Gianna Grace Bell
Project Laurel
He doesn't get to read any further than that, interrupted by an unusually concerned-sounding Jarvis.
"Sir, Gianna appears to be distressed".
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FanfictionWhen Tony Stark found out that one of his many one night stands was pregnant, he paid her off. During his playboy days, he wasn't interested in taking care of a baby, his or not. He wanted nothing to do with the girl or her child. Money in hand, she...
