Stark Crossed Lovers

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sam made her way to her bedroom and locked her door. She wanted to cry, and scream, or fight back. But she could not find it in her to do anything but cry. She felt as if her dad's words had pierced her soul, every word like a sharp cold knife. She picked her phone up to text Peter about what was going on, to clear her head. But she paused, seeing her background picture of her and her dad posing together, making goofy faces with their Italy tickets on her birthday. She stared at the picture for a moment before locking her phone back up, abandoning her idea to text Peter. She layed out on her bed and just stared up at the ceiling, thinking. Nothing in her life had been real. Her dad wasn't her dad, the story she was told about her mom was wrong, and worse she may have family out there that never knew she even existed. How could he keep that from her, what was the point? She tried closing her eyes, hoping that this was just a bad dream, but that was interrupted having heard a frantic knock on the door. “Sam,” a voice called out from the other end of the door. The voice was familiar, but not her dads. She remained silent. “Please open up, talk to someone.” The voice was femmine, but it did not belong to Pepper. “I don't want to talk,” Sam said, no emotion backing up her words. “If you don't open up I will have Vision come through the wall and unlock the door for me.” Sam finally focused on the voice long enough to realize it was Natasha. She sighed, got off her bed, and made her way to her bedroom door to unlock it. When Sam opened the door she could tell that Nat had a lot to say. Her face said it all, as it was painted with mixed emotions. “I will give you five minutes, and then I want to be left alone.” Sam stated cockly. “No you won’t give me anything,” Nat said, pushing her way into Sam's room, closing the door behind her. “I am the adult, and you are the child, and you  proved that with the way you just treated your father,” Nat said sternly. Nat took a deep breath and continued. “Sam, he did everything for you, he saved you, he fed you, clothed you...” Nat would have countied on, but Sam interjected herself. “Lied to me, overprotected me….” Nat could not listen to what Sam was saying, it made her blood boil. “He did it for you!” Nat yelled, catching Sam off guard. She continued, “Do you not get that? You had no one. Your mom was gone and your dad didn't want you.” Sam was caught off guard again but with a whole other set of emotions. It wasn't anger any longer, but clear and deep sadness that took Sam over. “What do you mean didn’t want me?” Sam asked not caring about the tears coming down her face. Nat pulled back a bit. She didn’t mean to hurt Sams feelings. But she didn’t know any other way to get her point across. “Your biological father gave everything to your dad with no question. Him and your mom were not together kid. I mean they had to be at one point but they weren’t after you came along, that was clear.” Sams tears came more rapidly as Nat spoke to her. “Tony did everything for you, he took you in and treated you like his own.” Sam went to open her mouth but was stopped by Nat, picking back up. “There are people who don’t have parents, that don’t ever get to meet their parents, that go their whole life wondering if they were loved, and Tony saved you from all of that.” Sam was emotional beyond belief. She was hurting because she had been lied to but also captivated by thoughts of what could have been. What were her parents like? She looked up at Nat, and stared back at her, scrunching her face up. “I don’t believe my dad just walked away and gave up.” Nat felt fire build up inside her. “Are you kidding me?” Sam could feel the lump in throat grow bigger. “No, I’m not. Were you there, did you see it happen?” Nat became silent with Sam’s comment. “How do you know Tony just didn't pay him off or something?” Nat went to talk again but was interrupted by a deep and sad voice. “So now I'm just Tony?” Sam’s face became white as she looked passed Nat to see that Tony had opened her bedroom door. Had this revelation came fourteen years ago, or even a month ago, before Sam had someone else in her life besides her dad, she wouldn't have said what she said next. “You've always been Tony,” Nat was taken aback and had no words. “Sam...” Tony began to say, but Sam didn’t allow him to talk. “Is that even my real name? How much of what I have known is a lie? My real last name isn't Stark that's one thing. You’re not my REAL dad that’s two. You lied about being with my mom, that's three and that’s probably the worst thing you did.” Sam was speaking straight through her tears strongly, and without hesitation. “I spent night, after night crying after you tucked me into bed when I was little thinking about her, wondering why she had to die. Everyone had a mom, but it had to be mine that died. And the only thing that could ever get me to stop crying, was curling up with that damn blue blanket that you said was the last thing she bought for me, and thinking about how I had you. As long as I had you everything would be okay, because you were my best friend. You were my dad.” Sam paused, glaring at him. Tony was not much of a crier. He held his emotions well and had a brilliant poker face. But hearing Sam now, even he couldn't keep his tears back. Sam went on, “You robbed me of a life that I will never know, because you felt like it was your right to pick up a crying kid in a department store. All because you felt guilty for killing her mom.” Nat was speechless and had moved to the back wall of Sam's bedroom. Tony stood their red faced, puffy eyed, and just smiled. “And I would do it over and over again. In every timeline, in every possible outcome I would do it Samantha. Because deep down inside I feel like you were destined to be my child. You saved me Sam. I was high strung, rude, and arrogant beyond repair. But you humbled me. You made me realize that there was more to life than parties and suits and woman...” Sam didn't want to hear the same speech she had heard before. “ Save it for your real kid,” Sam spit at him before turning her back and facing the window. It had become so quiet that you could hear the wind push against the tower. Tony silently cried as Nat left the room unable to hear anymore. Sam, still facing the window said “She didn't get me the blanket did she?” Tony cleared his throat and quietly said “No.” Sam thought for a moment and asked another question. “Was her name really Janine?” Tony again responded with a choked “Yes.” then Sam turned to face Tony who was leaning on the door frame for support and asked one final question. “Is Samantha really my name, or was that one you picked out for me?” Tony straightened up to look down at the girl that he raised. “That was your legal name on your birth certificate,” he replied. Sam nodded her head and gathered up some things in her room that she couldn’t bear to look at. She picked up her blue blanket, and she ripped her tickets to Italy down that were taped to her mirror. She walked over to Tony looking him straight in the eyes and handed him the items. Once they were in his hands Sam continued staring him down, taking off the silver necklace and then put it on top of the pile. “Consider our promise broken, Tony.” She then slowly and deliberately closed the door in his face, and curled up in bed. She cried herself to sleep like she had many times before when she was little. But this time nothing could calm her down.