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Chapter 2 – I'm not calling you daddy
Tony Stark watched Y/N walk away and didn’t followed her or said anything when her body fade up, realizing she was more than a normal kid.
Two days after, he found her back at her alley and asked her hundreds of questions. Soon he started bringing her crosswords and even taking her to lunch when managed to convince the girl. Puzzles and strange, but interesting, games filled up their time together until he said something that surprised the hell out of her.
– Y/N, you’re genius. – He smiled at her while Y/N attacked the plate of chicken with fries. – With amazing powers.
– No, I’m not. – She rolled her Y/E/C eyes. – I’m a hungry homeless kid, can’t you remember?
– I’m serious. – He corrected her, rolling his eyes. – I tested you. Your IQ is incredibly high, you’re like the next me. I’m a genius too.
She frowned.
– Why is it important? No one cares if I’m a genius. I’m homeless.
Tony shifted on his seat.
– Well, do you want to be homeless?
– It’s not like a could choose. I won’t go to an orphanage. – She snapped.
– No, you won’t. But I thought... Well... I could take care of you. Adopt you, and give you proper education.
When she looked at him with the most surprised expression she had ever made, her Y/E/C eyes wide, and he quickly continued.
– If you want to, of course.
Be adopted.
How could she say no? A house was infinity better than the streets. Y/N could eat and bath without worry and have plenty books to read. Tony could not be the perfect family, but he was someone open to help her.
– Are you doing it out of pity?
– You know me, girl. – He rolled his eyes. – I hate pity. I don’t pity.
She bite her upper lip.
– I want to.
He nodded softly.
– Good.
Under protests, she spent a week on an orphanage while her papers were organised, and Tony seemed excited when he got her to get home when he became her legal father.
– I'm not calling you daddy. – She warned him.
– And I’m very happy about it. – He agreed.
It wasn’t a much big surprise when Y/N saw the limo waiting for them. Tony looked really rich, and that was hard to hide, but the building with his last name by the car side was unexpected to her.
– It is yours? – She looked over the window, her nose squeezed against the window.
– Yep.
At his mansion, Tony got her a large room at the same floor as his, and he made a schedule to her week appointments. Dressers, hairdresses, professors, a lot of doctors and everything she would need, then asked her about my family.
She missed them and, by his side, she finally allowed herself to feel it. She wasn’t alone anymore.
Y/N had Tony Stark. He wasn’t an ideal parent, but she had him. She had Tony Stark.