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β You were never supposed to be the Stark they remembered. β
You were there before the suits,
before the headlines,
before the world called it "heroism."
Your name was written in solder burns and sleepless nights.
In prototype sketches, not press releases.
In silence, while your brother claimed the spotlight.
You didn't want the fame.
You didn't need the armor.
You had blueprints to finish-
a legacy no one was supposed to see.
But the world doesn't forget a Stark forever.
One call from S.H.I.E.L.D.
One slip in the dark-
And suddenly, they remember your name.
Now the ones who call themselves gods, legends, soldiers, spies...
They're watching.
Curious.
Hungry for something they don't understand.
You're not just a Stark.
You're the one they never saw coming.
And you're done staying quiet.
β¦ MCU | Various x Stark!Oc-ishReader
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