Some Nights ( Tony Stark x adoption fanfiction)

Should I stay or should I go?

Mishal's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered open, closing rapidly from the sunlight streaking in. Ughhh, The sun should go away, I thought. I opened my eyes again; squinting, I scanned the room; it was luxurious, so they must have moved me to a guest bedroom of sorts. Pushing my blanket away, I swung my legs over the bed, my feet coming in contact with a fluffy carpet. Slowly I moved across the room to the mirror sitting down in front of it, and I took off my shirt and pants still feeling sleepy but being cold sitting in my underwear was keeping me awake. I traced my fingers over the burn scar on my face and arms; I'm so hideous if someone from school saw me right now... Nah I'd rather die. I felt dangerously close to a mental breakdown, it was coming, but I just want to keep shoving all my problems into a box, I mean when it overflows it might give me the courage to end it. Besides, there was a balcony. I turned a little looking at my back checking it over, at least the words were covered now. I sighed loudly putting my head in my hands, I've been trying to ignore way too many things, and it seems like its piling high.

"Miss Simmions, I have informed Mr Stark that you are awake," Friday said lifting the curtains high. I heard her but ignored her more fascinated with the ugliness of my body. As my eyes travelled down to my belly button, a new large scar had formed, but I remembered what Bruce had told me. I guess this was the worlds way of dealing with someone like me. I wasn't paying attention when someone's hand touched my shoulder, and I flinched slapping the hand away, tucking my knees under me, I, unfortunately, started whimpering.

"Sorry" they mumbled backing away from me. I turned to see who it was relaxing slightly; it was Tony.

"Friday told me you woke up; Bruce told me to ask you if you were feeling pain anywhere". He said, sitting down on the bed; Tony patted the area next to him. I used the chair as leverage and slowly walked back to him, sitting down where he had patted.

"So.. Am I supposed to call you dad now?" I asked.

"Oh lord no, you can call me whatever you want Mishal. Just don't do a Pete and call me Mr Stark all the time." Tony said chuckling. I nodded, fiddling my fingers.

"Ah well I bought you some clothes with the help of Pep, I just thought you'd need it now," he said glancing at my body.

"You shouldn't have saved me, Tony, If I had died, then you'd still have the twins, or maybe none of you would have been bothered at all with my problems," I told him lying down again; he just tucked me back in pondering what to say.

"You grew up too fast, too much piled on your plate and now it's spilling over the edge. I'm sorry you feel that way, but none of us regrets saving you. I'm sorry we couldn't save your twins, but now you're all that's left of your little family, you can keep the memories alive. Sure it's hard to get past anything, I know you don't feel secure, but I hope at some point, you'll believe us when we are telling you our thoughts about you. Hopefully, you also won't die on us too." Tony said sadly; he squeezed my toes walking out again. I pulled on a t-shirt and PJ shorts following him out; Tony slowed down for me, and I used him as support walking to the living room. Everyone swivelled their heads towards me, giving me small smiles, and I tried to return them.

"Do I need to bandage half my face? If it bothers you, I'm down for that. I'll probably do it at school anyways" I say to everyone.

"No! Of course not! You look beautiful; you don't need to be hiding your face at home." Pepper exclaimed giving everyone else a look. I smiled timidly at her, taking a seat at the far end of the room. Steve came over to me and passed me a muesli bar and rubbed my shoulders.

"I want to see, Steve. I want to see what happen." He sighed and walked off, telling Tony what I said. Tony waved me over to the couch, sitting down with everyone.

"Are you sure you want to see this, Mish" I rose my eyebrow at him turning back towards the T.V.

"I'll take that as a yes, sorry I just thought Mish was easier to say than Mishal. Friday bring up the clip" Tony said grasping my knee. Everyone huddled in the long couch glancing at me every chance they took. The video played from Tony's perspective, dad... holding them hostage, shooting Sky then Freya, his cynical laugh and his death. Once it ended, everyone looked back at me.

"Friday, again, please," I told the A.I

"Mishal, no, come on, that is enough," Tony said, grabbing my arm.

"No, again!" I raised my voice. Friday played it for me again, and I asked for it to replay many times, one by one the Avengers left the couch returning to their rooms, in the end even Tony had left me. I let it all soak in, each passing moment, every scream, laugh, emotion in the video. I allowed it to break me; I used the video to break me... I could feel the darkness creeping up from inside me, and I let out a silent scream sliding to the floor and started to hit my head on the coffee table.

" Can someone attend to Miss Simmions in the living room?" Friday said sounding a mini alarm. I continued to hit my head, holding my shoulders; my body continued to wrack out sobs until someone pulled me to them.

Tonys P.O.V.
I adopted her, sure, great job me. But I don't know the first thing that comes taking care of an adult kid. I could help her with PTSD and panic attacks though I barely help myself. Mish sleeps a lot, probably making up the years that she couldn't, and now repeatedly watching the death of her children, I knew how that felt like too. To view your failure in protecting the ones, you love the most. Friday's alerted voice came over the speaker "Can someone attend to Miss Simmions in the living room". I rushed out, watching her bang her head. Sitting down in front of her, I wrapped my arms around Mish, letting her sob on for hours.

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