The Fight of Our Lives (Tony Stark Daughter)

Chapter 1

"I just wanna be somebody to someone oh

I wanna be somebody to someone oh

I never had nobody and no road home

I wanna be somebody to someone"

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Your POV

It's been 2 weeks since the crash and I am finally being released from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I was immediately rushed to surgery. I had a brain bleed among other wounds. Doctors were able to get to it quick enough to relieve the pressure but there was still a lot of recovery time in the hospital. Every day I have been bombarded with social workers and doctors. Through all the hustle I haven't been able to process my parents' deaths. I got all the details from the doctors. Both had been ejected from the car and died immediately. I didn't even get a moment to think about this because of all the questions she was being asked.

"Do you have any other family"

"No."

"Any close family friends?"

"No."

"Anywhere specific your parent wanted you to go if they died?"

"My grandmother's house but she died a few weeks ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Sure, whatever."

By the time the two weeks were over I was about ready to strangle these people. The social worker had been preparing me for foster families, telling me what to expect, how to act, and things like that.

One social worker who was actually kinda cool had gone to my house and grabbed some things from my room to make my hospital room feel homier. I told him he could get in with the spare key by the door. As I was packing up her stuff and mentally preparing myself for my new foster family, who apparently already had 3 small children (eww), my social worker walked into the room.

"I have amazing news! You've been adopted!"

WTF. I haven't even left the hospital. "Who would want to adopt a 15-year-old?"

"Some man named," he looked at his paper, "Tony Stank. Not the best last name but it's better than a foster family!"

"I guess. When do I get to meet Mr. Stank?"

"As soon as you are done packing, I'll drive you to the adoption center where he will pick you up."

"I just finished." My voice shook a bit when I said that. I don't know if I'm ready for this.

We walked out to his car. I set my bag in the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat. The drive over was quiet, peaceful compared to the past 2 weeks of my life. All too soon we pulled into the adoption center. As we parked, we saw a car that had to be worth more than my house.

My social worker leaned over to me. "Maybe that belongs to the dude who's adopting you." We both laughed.

"I wish."

We got out of the car and walked into the building. In the waiting area there were many couples and families. I scanned the crowd looking to see who could be adopting me. There were a few nice-looking couples that I would be okay with. We got up to the reception desk and I was checked in. The nice reception lady told us to go to room 4. That's where Mr. Stank was. We walked back through winding hallways until we got to room 4.

My social worker opened the door to a man in a suit. He had dark brown hair and well-manicured goatee. He looked to be in his mid-thirties to early forties.

"Y/N L/N this is Tony Stank."

Mr. Stank looked confused. "It's actually Stark. As in Stark Industries."

I turned by head to look at him. He owned a company? That's cool, maybe we are a little bit rich. I guess that car outside really did belong to the guy who is adopting me.

"I'm so sorry Mr.-uh-Stark." His voice cracked a bit when he said Mr. Stark's name. Does he know about Stark Industries? Is it that big? I'd never know since I've lived under a rock my whole life. My parents were nice but they were the kind of people that though the internet would rot my brain. We didn't even own a TV.

Mr. Stark laughed. "Don't sweat it." He turned to me. "You must be Y/N" He held his hand out to me.

I shook his hand. "Yep. Nice to meet you Mr. Stark."

"Oh please, call me Tony."

Tony and the social worker looked over some paperwork as I sat in the corner of the room contemplating what just happened. I was brought out of my trance when Tony started talking.

"Alright Y/N, it seems like all this needless paperwork is finally finished. Are you ready to go?"

"Yea."

"Okay then. Let's get you home so you can get settled. We can go out shopping tomorrow."

As we started to walk to the car a smile came over my face. Not a forced one that I was so used to over the past two weeks, but a genuine, happy smile.

We got to the car and Tony helped me put my bag in the back and I sat shotgun.

"How far away is your, well our, house?"

"Well we live in the middle of Manhattan so it will be about an hour to the city. Also, I must warn you, we don't exactly live in a normal house."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see." He must have seen the weird look on my face because he explained it a bit more. "It's not a bad thing. It's actually really cool. Trust me."

Even though I had just met the guy there was something trustworthy about him. "Ok. I'll trust you."

He smiled. "Good. I would suggest getting a nap in before we get there. There's some people that want to meet you before you go to bed."

"Sounds good" I smiled back.

I leaned against the window and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. But then the sun went down and rain started tapping on the roof of the car. I could hear it even in my sleep. It was just like the night our car crashed. My heart started racing and I jerked awake.

Tony snapped his head towards me. "Are you okay? What's wrong? What's happening?" I was breathing heavily and I couldn't get the words out. Tony was getting worried. "Jarvis, run a health scan."

A few seconds later a mechanical voice filled the car. "It seems she is having a severe anxiety attack. Much like yours sir."

"Oh no, Y/N are you okay? Here let me pull over." The car stopped and my breathing started to slow down. Tony turned to me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head slowly. "Yea. I, uh, think I'm okay. It's just the rain... and the driving at night. It's just like the crash."

He put his hand on my shoulder. "I get it. I've had plenty of anxiety attacks. I can help you through these and help you calm down like I learned to."

"Thanks." There was a moment of comfortable silence as my breath returned to normal. "Let's get home. I want to meet these people who is waiting for me." I gave him a slight smile that he returned.

"Okay then."

We started driving again and I sat and stared out the window. 'What did Tony have PTSD from? What could someone like him possibly have to worry about?'