Okay, so I am just going to ask that you all be kind when reviewing this. This is my first time writing a fic with Tony Stark and I am trying to do him justice. This is basically me just going through my LOVE for Robert Downey Jr and his utter awesomeness. The man MADE the Avengers, I am a firm believer in that lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the fic and review!
Being me always presented the constant problem of having to deal with my conscience. People said I didn't have one, but I did...as a matter of fact, mine probably plagued me more than it did anyone on the planet. All of my decisions seem to impact everyone in the world, but I always tried to spare the ones I truly care about. Whether it be by pushing them away with my arrogance, or paying them enough money so that they would stay the Hell away from me. So far, it has worked on no one...but I am always pushing the boundaries and coming close to the mark of ending up completely isolated. It would be safe for everyone if it was that way, but then I realize that it might not be the safest thing for me.
"Tony..." a soft voice appeared over my intercom.
Sighing I answered, "Pepper...you interrupted one of my more in depth soliloquies."
"Yes well...this is a bit more important than you arguing with yourself-
-don't say it like that...that makes me sound crazy. The word I used is FAR more eloquent."
"Tony!" Pepper snapped.
"Your daughter is here..."
My eyes widened and I felt my jaw drop slightly. My...daughter? I could not remember the last time I had seen her. Her name was April Olivia Stark...and she was my pride and joy. Although she wouldn't think so, mostly because I had her sent to London to live while I screwed around in the states. I know, I know, it sounds like a total asshole move, but I'm dangerous and I didn't want my kid growing up with me as their father. It had been far better for April for me to send her away and let her grow up in a functioning home.
"What is she doing here, Pepper?" I asked, quietly. "Does she need...money or something?'
"Tony, you need to come up and talk to her, she's your child." Pepper hissed. "And she's going to hate you if she finds out that she came all the way from London for her dad and he couldn't be bothered to give her five minutes of his time."
I sighed; when Pepper put it like that it made me seem like a real dick. But when I saw April and knew I had to send her back to England it just broke my heart. I loved her more than anyone could understand, and that love is what had me keeping her away. It wasn't safe, and now that I was Iron Man, I felt that now more than ever before.
"I'll be up in a bit..." I said hesitantly.
Turning off the intercom, I sighed and sat down by the car I was working on. How was I going to start this conversation? Apologizing seemed like such old hack, and I knew that I couldn't buy her presents anymore...Hell...I couldn't even remember how old April was. I had Pepper send her presents every birthday and Christmas, but I wasn't the one that bought them for her. I didn't even know what my baby looked like.
"Jarvis," I called. "I need an updated picture of April, please."
"I will access her file immediately, sir."
"Oh...and how old is she now?"
Before Jarvis could answer my second question, a copy of April's driving license came up. She was now seventeen years old. God...so close to being an adult and I felt like I had missed it all. Probably because I had, I had sent April away when she was around five. For the first four years of her life, I had sworn to never part from her. But then I realized just how terrible I was for her, and how truly neglectful I was and I would NEVER let myself forget that moment...not even for a moment.
"God..." I sighed. "She's so beautiful...Jarvis...did her mother have hair that red?"
"Which one was April's mother, sir? You have had so many women callers."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for that reminder Jarvis."
April had, deep, red hair. It almost looked like red wine it was so crimson, and her eyes were bright green. I don't know where she got that trait from, but I was happy for it. The girl looked everything like her mother, a classic one night stand, and nothing like me...a millionaire, play-boy, fuckhead. Pepper always said that she could TELL that April was my daughter, but I didn't see it...and in a way, I truly didn't want to.
"Sir," Jarvis interrupted. "Miss Potts is insisting that you go upstairs immediately...or she will send Miss Stark downstairs after you."
I smirked, and taking my hands through my hair once, nodded and went upstairs. I probably looked a mess, what with oil on my hands and in an old t-shirt and jeans. Well, I'm sure April wouldn't care...the deep hatred she felt towards me for abandoning her would probably mask the disgust she felt when she came across my outwards appearance. As I got into the living room I stopped...she was sitting there on the sofa, looking absolutely...terrible.
She had bruises up and down her arms, and her lip was split. What the Hell...no...WHO the HELL thought they could get away by doing this to MY kid?! Clearly these people didn't know who the FUCK they were dealing with! Rushing over to her, I knelt down before her, but she quickly stood and moved away from me.
"April, what happened?" I asked, my tone filled with concern.
"What's it look like, genius?" she hissed. "I got the snot beat out of me because I'm YOUR daughter!"
My eyes widened and I looked at April a bit shocked. She had gotten beaten up because she was a Stark? That almost seemed a bit unbelievable to me. A Stark was typically worshipped, at least in my line of work it was. How could someone beat up April?
"You heard me! Three men followed me to my University and beat the living Hell out of me!"
"Did you get their names?" I asked, following her as she made her way to the bar.
She snorted. "Yeah, they bought me dinner and introduced themselves before trying to kill me. That screams logic, Tony."
I watched her pour herself a shot of whiskey and down it. Tony...it was strange that out of all that she had just said, my mind was stuck on the fact that my baby wouldn't even call me dad or daddy anymore. Shaking my head, I looked down at my shoes. I didn't know what to make of any of this, and I doubted that I would be able to ask any questions without getting some kind of smart-ass remark...damn my genes.
"They said they wanted the Iron Man suit...oh, which reminds me," she threw down a magazine in front of me. "REAL fucking smart proclaiming YOU'RE Iron Man when you have a daughter living in Europe. Thanks for thinking of me again, Stark."
I felt my face get a bit hot as I looked down at the magazine and saw that I was on the front of it, in my Iron Man suit. Yeah...now it seemed like a really stupid idea, but at the time it had been great fun. I suppose that was because April had not been at the forefront of my mind. It was clear to me now that she should have been. Sighing, I took my hands through my hair once more, a nervous habit I have.
"April, I'm sorry," I said. "It just...I wasn't thinking about the repercussions, I was just in the moment-
-you NEVER think of the repercussions, but now because of you my life is destroyed and you don't even give a flying damn!"
"April Olivia!" I snapped. "Shut up for ONE minute! I do care about you and I do care about what is happening in your life. My life is complicated...it was just easier for you not to be in it, but now...I don't think it's safe for you to go back to England...you can stay here in Malibu with me and Pepper."
April glared at me, her green eyes cold and unforgiving.
"You are mistaken if you think I actually WANT to stay with you," she snapped. "I just came to get some money so I could buy a new house and lay low for a little bit."
"I'm not giving you anymore money," I said, my eyes dark. "You will stay here, and now I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You are in America now honey, which means you are a minor...my minor...and I will send the military to get you if you try and run away from me."
April glared at me, and I glared back. For a moment it was like we were frozen, trying to battle one another with our minds. Her eyes looked intensely into mine and I was suddenly sent backwards in time to when she was four and throwing a tantrum over having to wear a bow in her hair for a party. Had this really been the little girl I had known? Back when she had looked up to me with so much love and innocence. Now she was standing in front of me, a young woman, angry and swearing. I thought that sending her away would have made her less like me...but I think it did the opposite and made her MORE like me.
"Well?" I snapped. "What's it going to be?"
"Where's my room..." she grumbled, her teeth clenched.
I had to practically beg Pepper to show April to her room. But that woman just hell-bent on forcing me into positions that made me both mentally and physically uncomfortable...which is pretty damn ironic because I had made a similar suggestion to her the night before and all it got me was a roll of those baby blues of hers and a "friendly" kiss on the cheek.
"April's settled," Pepper said coming back down. "And you are...not...her favorite person right now."
"That's nothing new...I doubt I was ever her favorite person."
"Tony..." Pepper began. "Listen...you can't-
-I need to find out who beat her up," I said, changing the subject. "Those assholes think they can hurt my kid and get away with it...well...they have another thing coming."
"Do you think that's smart?" Pepper asked. "I mean...they hurt her to get your suit...what if this is part of some plan?"
"I don't care," I said, moving my hands over the screen of my computer. "You don't...DO that to any girl, Pepper! Especially not my girl."
I looked up at Pepper and turned quickly when I saw she was smiling. Somehow I had a feeling that this side of me made her extremely happy. April was at the center of a lot of our arguments, especially when her birthday came around. She would often insist that I go visit her, but I always came up with some kind of excuse. Then I would leave to drink and find a strange woman to sleep with...yeah...number one dad, right here.
"I wish you would let April see this side of you, Tony," she said gently. "She doesn't believe you love her...but if she could see this, I don't think she could ever doubt it again."
Moving some of my computer files to another folder, I grumbled, "I would prefer that she hates me."
"You're a liar." Pepper said, taking a seat.
"I prefer to think of myself as a...-
"Okay, yeah, I'm a liar," I smirked. "It is safer this way Pepper...I mean, look what those men did just because she was related to me. Could you imagine what they would do to her if we got close, or God forbid, I became attached again? No...I'm not going to risk her life for something so stupid."
"It isn't stupid, Tony, it's love." Pepper chuckled.
"I rest my case." I sighed.
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