Tony Stark is known to be a lot of things; no one would ever image that being a father was one of them. Before he was Iron Man, and before he was CEO of Stark Industries; he was just a father to his little girl.
Briana Stark has always been the lig...
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Briana Stark
I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. I tried to get up but I can't. I looked to see that I'm lying on a frightening-looking metal slab. "Good, you're up. Your father is, uh, facing an ultimatum at the current moment," Killian told me, appearing out of nowhere to face me.
"You think he's gonna help you? He won't," I said.
"You think he won't do anything for you and your mother? Oh no, trust me, he'll do anything for his little family." Killian told me. "Having you and your mother here is not just to motivate Tony Stark. It's, um, well, it's actually more embarrassing than that. You two are here as my, um,"
I interrupt quietly, "Trophy,"
Killian laughs nearly silently, nodding. I then feel needles and tubes being shoved into me and I flinched. I see orange pulsating through my body. Smoke rises up from my body as my body begins to burn from the inside out. I feel my eyes shine with an unfamiliar color, not my normal brown like dad's eyes: orange, a devouring orange. I take in a sharp breath and quickly release it as I let out a whimpered.
It hurts badly.
The fire illuminates my organs until I can see my ribs and my lungs through my flesh and shirt. I let out a cry of pain as my wrists begins to burn and crackle. Embers begin to fly and my gaze drops to see what used to be wrists but now looks like scorching lava. Black chunks of flesh move and swirl as my arms begin to reform. I screamed as it continues to burn. I feel it crawl up to my neck as I continue to scream.
Everything burns!
I scream as a blast shakes the metal room I'm in and everything is thrown to the side. Explosions continue to shake the room and there is mangled, twisted metal all around me and I'm also upside down. Heavy metal footsteps sound from across from me until I can see red and gold boots before my eyes.
Dad.
I see the suit crouch low and hands grab onto the edges of metal smashing my body. The metal whines and creaks as dad pulls it up, only for the meal to push into my stomach.
"Stop! Please!" I cried. "Dad, put it down! Please,"
Dad gently rests the beam back down, trying not to hurt me anymore than I already am. Dad's knees quickly bend and he ducks his head down. His face mask immediately lifts up.
"See what happens when you hang out with my ex-girlfriends? This is why I never used to let you meet them, munchkins," dad says.
