PART ONE

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[ pre Iron Man 2 ]


The 10-year-old nervously looked around, biting her bottom lip as her hands clung tightly to the strap of her backpack. Her worn out white and gold sneakers moved up and down as she nervously rocked back and forth. But after nearly two minutes of waiting outside, she finally found the courage to reach up and knock on the door.

A second passed before somebody opened it. The man looked like he had getting ready to go somewhere, which would make sense since it was nearly 10 in the morning. Which is also why she was in her school uniform; which was a black blazer, dark red tie, and a black skirt (the skirts and blazers, you had a choice between either the dark red maroon color, or the black color).

He looked her up and down, and she wanted to comment on his goatee, but she could also smell the slight hint of bourbon on him. She bit back a look of disgust at the smell, and instead looked up at the man, her wide dark brown eyes meeting his brown eyes. "Hi, is Tony Stark here?"

He looked over her again before shaking his head, "Look, kid, I don't want any Girl Scout cookies, so if you could just-"

She stopped him from shutting the door, figuring that this was the very man she was looking for. "Wait- no, I'm- I'm not a Girl Scout." She pushed the door open, looking up at him with a smile. "I'm your daughter."

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