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Tony Stark rushes out from the elevator into lab three where he found his new found daughter smiling while helping his employees.
A deep breath of happiness and relaxation. You could have thought he of all people didn't want a child, but there is were you were wrong. Him and Steve hade started to plan to adopt a kid before she came into the mix. As Tony told the news till Steve, hade Steve been over the moon in happiness.
They finally started to get the family that they hade wished for. But as he left Steve to fetch her hade she already disappeared.
How could he been so stupid. They hade warned him, told him that she hade been in a abusing relationship. Or she at least showed the signs. Of course she wanted to run away. She was maybe just afraid of getting hurt. He just wanted to hug her and tell her that everything is going to be fine. Tell her about his childhood. He wanted to spoil her, teach her stuff and just be a dad. A better dad then his was. But he hade already started to mess up.
" Alexandra!" He exclaimed loudly- making her jump up in the air.
A small nervous hey came through her small lips. All eyes was on her now, even if their boss where there.
She swung her backpack and waved good bye till the doctors -and followed her dad till a scheduled small room at the level bellow so they could talk alone.
With all the courage she could collect that we're left from the war she introduced herself.
"Hello, my name is Alexandra Elizabeth Stark and I'm 16 years old." In that tone you know ceos and higher powers use, it was that voice out dear Alexandra used. A voice so different from how she come of that Tony Stark was taken back of surprise.
"Hello, Alexandra. I'm Tony Stark and your dad." He said to the trembling girl. She wasn't noticeably trembling but on the inside felt it like a earthquake.
"Nice to meet you." She said politely -while it was in factΒ not nice.
"Yeah, yeah. I will first introduced you to my fiancΓ© and then i will show your room?" He said excitedly, but still tried to keep his hopes down.
"Of course, lead the way." She hade put the mask only a actor or the best of the best spies could.
A mask that covers everything you felt with a polite smile and innocent expression. Everything a part of the perfect act in the play that's have the name: life.
This mask was yet another consequence -of the decisions from the younger version of the man that stood beside our dear Alexandra.
They raised leaders in the castle, the ones leading the country, leading business and reaching the goals that everyone thought was impossible. That's why they called the school the Γlit. But in reality it was just a big castle with forgotten children that were pushed till their limits. In their opinion was emotions only acceptable in a speech that had the motive to move a whole nation -and then you could only use the right kind of emotions.
As he lead the way to the penthouse he hade stared to realized how different she was from Peter Parker. How she was more like one of those stone walls of a CEO. She hade just the right smile, the right body language, the right response, everything screamed leader and perfection. Nothing screamed child or teenager, not even a small whisper.
He wondered what hade happened to his child. But yet again hade he no right to call her his child.
As they finally reach the empty penthouse hade Tony left her standing beside the elevator as he was fetching his fiancΓ©.
She toke noticed of all the odd parts of the room and letting her mind wander about them. A book laid open at the table, on the cover saw our dear Alexandra and with the flower she started writing its story in her head.
As Tony walked into his room with his lover hand in hand, he saw his child lost in thought. She was a true beauty, so small and fragile. The snow queen would be jealous of her alabaster white hair and Snow White jealous of her skin.
Steve's face lighten up in a big smile as he saw his future daughter.
His daughter.
Their daughter
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Even in the darkest of times could she light up a room. She was the key that locked up the door till their victory. Even if she was drowning herself in books was the only thing the people around her felt was waves of happiness. She was a prime exemple of success.
Her highs on ice coffee landed herself in a dance with the principal in front of the full dining hall or rambling theories so crazy that they make sense.
Her leadership was the greatest of wonders.
Her days were she was sad was the days everyone was too.
Everything mixed together was this wonder of human being.
But now was this human being a numb memory of what was ones a child of knowledge and love.
She wasΒ a love child of Helga Huffelpuff and Rowena Ravenclaw.
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Yet again introducing yourself after you just done it was something that didn't bug Alexandra, but sitting and having a conversation with strangers did. That would been a lie if hade been told a few months ago, she loved hearing stories from strangers, but she just felt numb now. Nothing were a sparkling rainbow but more a scale of gray. Especially when you just want to curl up in a bal and read a book. Escape the harsh reality in just a hour or five. It was the only escape she hade that wouldn't break the promise she made with the twins.
On the other side of the conversation was two very happy and slightly confused men.
If they didn't know better would they say that hade a conversation with one of their business partners. Something was off. Tony couldn't just keep his mouth shut like Steve said he should and not talk about the girls past before she got comfortable. But he could just do what Steve said, so he asked her.
"Why are you talking like you are in a business meeting, kid?" He question her softly. Softly for him.
"Well, Mr. Stark. What a interesting question. Your choice of prestigious school taught me that, same week as I learned how to be a steady dictator over a country. Which included how to murder a man with his own tie" She said -in a sticky sweet voice and with a bright smile that would make the sun jealous.
"That's not possibly, kiddo. They said that you stopped going at the school when you were eleven." He replied, shocked. Steve just sat beside Tony, frozen like he was back into the ocean.
"What's not possible? You didn't even do your reading on the school, did you?" She spit out now bitter, glancing away, to avoid the look of guilt that was paint over Starks face.
"Alexandra, please just-"
"Please just what? I was stuck at that school for eleven years, day in and day out wondering where my parents was. I watched my mother go insane, I was just a child. I wondered why my dad wasn't here to help my mom, why he didn't help me. In the end I just forgot about it. Because it was jus to painful to EVEN think about. - you could see her eyes glancing over with tears- To think that you didn't want me, or that you were died. That I wasn't good enough for you or that I didn't have a chance to see you. Before I forgot about you I decided just to go with the second alternative. Because believing that your not good enough hurts. It'sΒ like you are drowning and you are just standing there not helping me and I try as hard to get up but I just can't. But those thoughts was still so deep inside me that I worked myself into pieces to prove myself that I was good enough for you. And now you decided to waltz into my life if you haven't even done anything wrong!" She hade finally snapped.
Steve, that have been quite
-sense Tony asked the question he said that Tony shouldn'tΒ ask her -sat there in tears.
"Listen kiddo, I didn't mean to!" Tony said desperately.
" That's your response? 'I didn't mean to'" Our dear Alexandra hade firer in her eyes that Ares would have feared.
"Hey, I think that I should show your room, so we can all calm down a bit." Steve said carefully, still a bit tearful.
"Hai." She said In Japanese.
That's another of her odd habits, saying short phrases in different and slightly odd languages.
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Her room was one of the most plain things she hade ever seen other then well; white bread with no butter on.
The sun was still high on the sky. The thought that that was the same sun that her friends saw brought guilt and regret. Regret started to fill her body, how could she have done such a stupid decision. How could she ever dared to leave her friends like that, or even think about it!?
She couldn't cry here, they would know that she was weak.
A weak whisper echoed through her head, weakness is a sign of imperfection. Imperfection is like a broken bowl, no one wants a broken bowl. Do they? No, madam.
With quick hands she fumbled up her backpack and climbed into it. Disappearing to a place that was like her own never land.
Her small frame shock with hiccups as she tried to open the door to her very own house.
Her house was a house that looked almost like a library. It all was just a mix with down earth tunes.
As she finally successfully did it, she let her wand swipe through the air and let the music flow free.
One time a year you get to cry they said, bottle everything up, they said. And that's what she did.
She found her bed with her cat laying on and cried to the sound of her music, nuzzled up into a blanket Molly Weasley made for her...