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Give me a chance

"All you had to do was say some nice things and smile. Instead, you decided to tell the whole world that you're not only Bruce's daughter but you turn green!" Tony scolds, pacing back and forth in front of me.

I raise my eyebrows in disbelief, standing up from my seat to face him. "I did exactly what you would do. Actually, I did exactly what you did."

"Yeah, I know I'm proud of you!" he tells me still using his angry voice.

"Then why are you yelling?" I ask.

"Because I'm a terrible example of what to do!"

"Dad, you're a great example... most of the time. You've done some pretty dumb stuff. But everything else-" I stop when I realize Tony is staring at me with a strange look on his face. "What?"

"You just- you called me Dad."

My eyes soften, smiling sadly I let out a sigh, "You are. Technically. You did adopt me, remember? Not just that, you've been there for me since the beginning. You mean just as much to me as my dad does. I actually wanted to ask you something."

"Oh, I'm scared now," he half-jokes.

"Can I take your name? Like your last name. And I'd really just add it on to my name now. I just-"

He places a hand on my shoulder, "Fine but this doesn't mean you get anything else in my will."

"I'm in your will?"

"Do you really see me as a father figure?" Tony redirects.

"You're more of a bother figure if anything," I grumble.

He tussles my hair, "Respect your father."

I swipe his hand away, "Don't make me hurt you."

"You know you love me, daughter," He teases.

"Okay, that's it. I'm leaving. Make sure Peter doesn't get himself killed," I tell him, picking up a small case before my body turns to light and fades away.

 The world passes by me faster than I can even process and I find myself in front of the Barton house. I glance at the case at my hand before knocking on the door. Clint opens it, "Emily? What are you doing here?"

"I need a favor."

***

"Nope. No way. How could you even ask me to do that?" Clint shakes his head, pacing back and forth.

I open the case revealing a green tipped arrow, "This is all you'd need."

Clint shuts the case, "Millie, you really can't ask me to do this."

"You're the only one I can ask," I correct.

"How about Natasha?" He offers.

"Clint, it has to be you. You know that. There's no one else except you."

Clint sits down with his face in his hands, "This isn't ever going to be necessary. You know that, right?"

"I'm an Inhuman. That means I'm part alien. Now, I'm part Hulk too. For the majority of my life, I was an emotionless brainwashed weapon. That begs the question, how human am I? And in case you haven't noticed I don't exactly have the best record when it comes mental stability. I was literally mind-controlled a while back. This-" I open the case once more and take out the arrow. "-is a precaution."

"You want me to kill you. Do you realize how messed up that is? I can't kill you."

"You never miss. All it'd take is one shot to the head," I inform him.