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Rebecca Creel was never meant to have a life.
Her parents were kind once. Before the money disappeared. Before desperation hollowed Jacob Creel out enough to make him useful to HYDRA. Security, stability, a house-promises exchanged for silence and compliance. Then Lucy died giving birth. Rebecca became the thing Jacob couldn't look at without remembering what he lost.
So when HYDRA needed subjects, he gave them his daughter.
Rebecca grew up in locked rooms and white hallways. No school. No toys. No names spoken gently. Only tests, pain, and hands that never asked permission. The experiments failed again and again-until one night, she vanished from a sealed room.
Invisible.
By nine, Rebecca knew nothing except obedience-until she ran. She escaped into a world she'd never seen, survived however she could, and learned fast. And the night someone grabbed her in a New York alley, he never came back out.
S.H.I.E.L.D. noticed.
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Tony Stark found out he was a father on a random morning, hungover, or maybe still slightly drunk. Happy Hogan holding a cardboard box like it was a bomb.
Inside was a baby.
A note taped inside read:
*Her name is Flora. You're the only one who can keep her safe.*
When a lab explosion went wrong when flora went wrong and that changed everything. Inside of a normal childhood, she had time skips and floating toys that she controlled, but never knew why.
She had powers.
He locked the data away. Told himself secrecy was protection.
She called him a liar. A jailer. Someone who saw her as a weapon.
He said he was protecting her from a world that would tear her apart.
They never fully recovered.
Two children.
Two fathers who made choices out of fear.
Two girls raised as problems instead of people.
And now the world is watching both of them.
Can two children be heroes?