Every family has demons, but none of them seem to scream as loudly as they do in the Stark family. Tony Stark is known for many things; a father being one of them. Before he was Iron Man, before he was the CEO of Stark Industries, before he was an orphan, he was just a twenty year old kid who found out he had a daughter. For many years, Lisa Stark is the light in his darkness and the center of his world, but when just another weapons demonstration in Afghanistan goes horribly wrong, the fourteen year old center of his world is thrust into a life where saving the world and being kidnapped and tortured is an everyday occurrence. Wonderful. As Tony's demons creep up around the famously sarcastic father and his precious daughter, demons of her own come out of the shadows. HEROES AREN'T BORN. THEY'RE MADE. COVERS IRON MAN 1 and IRON MAN 2 BOOK 1 in IRON DAUGHTER trilogy BOOK 1 in LEGACY series ( COPYRIGHT! - aka - DO NOT STEAL! ) illisius Ⓒ 2017 & , marvel

"Hold on!" He asks vehemently. "What do you want?" I ask, irritated. His blue eyes widen and still manage to shine in the dim moonlight, his dark, golden hair looking like a halo on his head. America's golden boy he is. He hesitates at my question, as if he doesn't even know himself. "Why don't you come back with me? I can get you some food, a warm bed, some clean clothes?" He offers kindly. I look at him skeptically. "Back where? Your ivory tower?" I sass. He presses his lips together before jumping to the other dumpster. "Look, I just want to help. It doesn't matter what the press says. They get a lot wrong anyway." He shoots a smile down at me to try and win me over. "Well, that's wonderfully patriotic of you," I hop down and start walking down the alley away from him. "but no thanks." I slip my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and clutch on. Steve Rogers appears next to me in seconds, walking with me. I create distance between us, making sure we don't touch. Before he opens his mouth, I stop us both, my temper flaring up. "Look, I have no interest in being your charity case. I don't want to be in the press, used as an example of how good the Avengers are, or any of that shit. I just want to be left alone!" I huff, pulling my backpack tighter against my back to resist punching Captain America. Steve's eyes go to my still bloody knuckles in the dim light and his eyebrows furrow even further. "Oh, dear god." I complain at seeing more concern on his face. Before he can put a gentle hand on my shoulder and give me a rousing speech about justice or something I kick him hard in the balls. As soon as he leans over I start sprinting. I reach another dumpster and jump on top of it, then leap to the nearest fire escape. Then, I'm on the roof and feel like I'm flying. Some people've gotta learn the hard way; not everyone wants to be saved. SEQUEL 'Into the Ring' IS UP NOW! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.*

#1 in "BuckyBarnes" #1 in "Hurt-Comfort" #1 In "Hydra" #1 in "Child" #3 in "CaptianAmerica #2 in " Daughter " #6 in "Marvel" #3 in "Sebastian Stan" Bucky is now working with the Avengers and still trying to remember his past. When one day hidden deep in an old Hydra base the team finds a little girl not even 5 years old, and she says that Bucky is her daddy... Does Bucky really have a daughter? And if so could he ever be kind and loving with all of his past haunting him? Please Fave and Comment it means a lot!!!

Sequel to Punching Bag! My heart is beating about as fast as I'm spinning the two rings around my finger. I stare out the jet windows at the changing landscape, so different from where I just was. I pause and look down at the rings with nostalgia staining my tongue. A smile curves my lips up when I fiddle with the bottom shining silver band with the little A on it and then the little spider on the other. "You need to calm down. Even I can hear your heartbeat." Natasha tells me calmly as she flies. A moment passes with her searching jade eyes on mine before I sigh. "It's been three months," I tell her green eyes as she suppresses a smile. "I've been gone longer. This was your chance to stretch your legs, Jo, and you did extremely well." She reassures me. "What's bothering you?" Natasha pushes slightly, knowing I'm not telling her something. My eyes roll. "Are you forgetting I didn't exactly have permission to leave? And how adamant everyone was that I shouldn't have?" She raises an eyebrow. "Everyone?" She repeats and I deflate slightly in surrender. She was on my side, mostly. "You're over eighteen and legally allowed to make your own decisions. The team has no hold on you, Jo." I fix her with an incredulous glare and her lips twitch. "Other than affection." Sighing, I press my lips together. "Right. And that has no hold on me." It's been three years since the events in Punching Bag and three months since Jo left to be on her own. Returning back to the facility has its own set of problems though. Including a stubborn Steve Rogers, broken-hearted Peter Parker, and an American public that Jo must win over to be an Avenger. And even more surprises down the line... *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE SCENES AND CHARACTERS I CREATE*

This is the story of Brooke Rogers. Brooke is 14 years old and is a lab experiment, she was 1 in 1000 to have survived the experiment. The experiment was to use Steve Rogers' DNA to make a child just like him and Brooke was that child. She didn't look like it though, she looked very petite but she was strong, fast and very flexible. Since the age of 6 Brooke has been used as a weapon... For SHIELD. Fury never told Steve, why? Steve wasn't ready to find out about his daughter or the fact that she went missing at the age of 10. But she's back, she's bad ass and Steve is going to have a heart attack!

"Serenity, I promise I will not hurt you." The Winter Soldier assures me and I back away again. Fear was written plainly across my body. "You have no right to call me that." I hiss at him as I back up again. I trip and I fall landing on my injured wrist again. I wince but before I can protest, the Winter soldier was kneeling next to me. "Let me help." He whispers as he takes my injured wrist in his human one. "I'm Bucky now." His eyes search mine. I knew this was my Bucky. The one who tended my wounds after the Winter Soldier caused them. "You said that last time." I whisper so he can just hear. His eyes are filled with my same pain. "It's a promise I intend to keep it this time." His metal hand gently touches my hand and I visibly wince. The pain was pretty bad and the cold from his arm brought back bad memories. "Let us help you."

"Let's give Peter a little hug from another Stark."

In which a young girl, Elenora, finds her father. And a curly-haired boy with a totally rockin' suit. disclaimer : i don't own marvel STEVE X OC!DAUGHTER BUCKY X OC!DAUGHTER elenora, Connor, Bridget, jade, Beatrice, Marley are my characters. plots are mine. Cover created + edited by @maddiewriter0108 disclaimer : these are not my gifs