Tony Starks/ Iron Mans Daughter.

Tony Starks/ Iron Mans Daughter.

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"You never liked me..." she shrugged "I never knew you..." Tony replied. Leaning against the wall across from her. "That's all bullshit Tony! Don't play innocent!" Dawn snapped. "That's all complete bullshit..." She mumbled ----------- What if Tony Stark had a sister? And she gave birth to a little girl? And then died in a car accident? Well that's exactly what happened. This is the sorry of Dawn Annabelle Stark. Tony had to take in Dawn since his sisters death, and raised the little infant as his own. And this is how Tony went on to the advengers with Dawn by his side and how she survives Loki and his army by doing what she does best..... ALL RIGHTS GO TO MARVEL™ I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS DAWN AND LUKE. ------------- copyright © 2015 bella_maletic
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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.

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