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a/n so before i start the story i know tony would be a great father but for the sake of this story he isnt . most of his personality will be similar tho... for the most part not really but kinda


y/n pov

it doesnt matter how many times i clean this floor its always dusty and filthy the next morning. i guess i have to live with it. at least the room i stay in in clean. you see yes i live in stark tower and yes tony stark is my father its not what you think. he claims he was not ready for a child when my mother told him she was pregnant, he wasnt that rude about it but really wasnt ready to give up his life to raise a kid. so instead tony bought my mother an me a nice house and paid child support every month. it was nice just me and my mother. she was beautiful with dark beach wavy hair we enjoyed doing everything together, painting, martial arts, archery, drawing one thing we both hated tho was shopping. she despised big shopping centres. we always did well never struggled for money, but as much as i loved my mother something always felt missing. 

so when she died on august 17th 5 years ago, when i was 8 i was forced to live with my father, the famous tony stark. the deal was done like i was a stash of drugs getting passed around. no one was to find out and i was only there to serve my purpose. that purpose was to help tony. weather it was cleaning his office, filing junk. or cleaning the avengers living area when they were out on missions i had to do it. 

what most people didnt know was my mother died 2 years before it was on record and for those two years i was captured in hydra. worst 2 years of my life. they experimented on me but always got frustrated when they couldnt give me powers. that resulted in alot of pain. 

i was well aquatinted with the winter solider most of my training was done beside him. thats where the scar around my neck came from. he was following his orders when he grabbed his metal hand around my neck a little to tight. i woke up with many bruises that night.

tony or dad wasnt to mean of a person but he did have alot of rules. like number 5, dont touch his suits or rule 3 no leaving the tower unless instructed and most importantly rule 1 DONT GET CAUGHT. tony made that very clear that is was the most important. after a couple close calls which i had received a hard slap for i knew not to break the rules anymore. each day tony would send down lunch and that was it everyday just 1 meal. nothing over the top, a sandwich or pasta things like that 

i pull out my phone that only had my fathers number on it and saw he had already messaged me a list of things for today. i tie my hair back into a bun. grab my stuff and walk into the elevator. to anyone else i looked like a regular employee, really thats all i was. i knew alot about the avengers about their pasts. you hear thinks when no one knows your there.

i first look into tonys office to make sure pepper potts was not there. the room was empty so i snuck in. taking in the area i know he was busy working on something huge. i organised the papers put pens back in the pen holder, things like that. putting one of his phones on charge i hear footsteps coming closer to the door. shit. i look around and go to sit in a cabinet he had. just in time i close the door as the front office door opens. in all her glory pepper walks in with her head held high. she looks confused and mumbles something to herself. before walking out again. i sigh in relief and stumble out of the cabinet. finishing my job in here i leave to go do the rest before lunch. 

as usual i finish at 1150 and make it back down to my floor. right on time 12 on the dot food comes down on the dumbwaiter. i walk over and open it.

glass of water and a peanut butter sandwhich. i sigh throwing it out, i dont think he even knew i was allergic. i take the glass and go to sit in my room by the window. i watch as the city was alive down below wondering what it would be like to have just a bit of freedom. what it would be like to socialise at least. i havent even been to school in years. tony just sent me packets to do every now and again. i was a genius like my father so i learned quick but i would have liked the sense of normality. i understand tony was a busy man but i don't remember the last time we had a face to face conversation. 

the elevator door dings and i panic locking my door and being as quiet as possible. heavy footsteps come through the hall until loud knocking was at my door. 

'open up y/n!' my father bangs, hurriedly i get up and unlock the door. 

'steve rogers saw you today. y/n steve of all people. he questioned why a kid was in the tower on a sunday' he says obviously not happy 

'im sorry' i say taking a step back 

'no you dont get to be sorry' he slaps my cheek 'do you know what will happen if anyone found out you existed. my life would be ruined' he says taking a step into my room 'just so you know what would happen if there was another close call i will be back later' he walks away to the door 'and steve. of all people mr honesty. i had to say you were from one of the schools that visited and you forgot something, god he's gullible' with that tony walks away and i slide down my wall knowing what's coming later.


a/n 

oof sad life of y/n stark.

who is gonna find her?.....


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