Steve Rogers x y/n Stark
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2021
Y/n Stark had a rough up bringing do to the fact that Tony Stark her father kicked her out during one of his drunk rampages and didn't see him for years.after years she had been working for shield and the FBI behavior analysis unit.Fury recruited her to join the team multiple time but she declined every time until one day, That day changed her life forever.

⚠️WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS R RATED CONTENT AND TALK ABOUT PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL ASSAULT⚠️

I don't own any of these characters at all

Sorry for my spelling and grammar mistakes
 
I just build up my confidence to write what is in my head and I took some inspiration from some stories.

I do use a common dc characters code name or something like that, but it is just because it Makes since with the story 
 
No hate but I take constructive criticism
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No Choice

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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.