The "Idiot" (Tony Stark's daughter)
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  • Reads 196,562
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  • Parts 21
  • Time 1h 45m
Ongoing, First published Feb 16, 2019
My name is Hailey Stark. I'm Tony Stark's "idiot" daughter. It is not like I don't know anything it's just that I don't try. I gave up on trying a long time ago. I could probably graduate from high school right now but why would I want to be like my father? He doesn't even like me anyway. I am just another person nobody special. This is how everything changed.

Sorry if this sounds like another story I am not trying to copy anyone.

Follows the first Iron man movie

I only own Hailey, other characters coming up. The plot follows the movie but I add small moments into it. Everything Marvel related belongs to them. I hope you enjoy.

There will be mild language and gay.

First book in the Scarlet Feathers series.

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It's not like I'm here for a joyride or some other stupid shit. Apparently, I'm Tony Stark's daughter. Yay. A product of one of his past crazy nights out where he was a little less than careful. My mom decided to drop this on me last night, then left for work, whatever the fuck that is for her, then the car came home in the morning instead of her. Whatever. She's never been a model mom anyways. So, here I am per her uber's instructions. No clue what else to do and I have nowhere else to go, so I'm going for broke here. A letter from my mother in my hands, I finally reach the door. With pursed lips, I ring the doorbell and jut my hip out to hold my hand. A bored expression on my face and worry in my heart; I wait. I DON'T OWN THE AVENGERS OR MARVEL, ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.