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Chapter 1 - Nice to Meet You
A walk through the city has never been a challenging task. On a daily basis most adults just ignored Y/N's presence and kids were too afraid come any where near her.
Her parents died when she was 11 years old on a Christmas night, and she ran. Social services didn’t take the time to look for the girl, and it didn’t take too long for her to get used to the homeless life.
There was nothing to her name at that point. As sorry as she felt for herself, weeping was not an option.
Throughout the rest of the year, she saved all the money she could find or received from people (She would never steal), and when her 13th birthday came around, she cleaned herself the best she could, wore her best clothes and went to the café where her late parents had taken her years ago.
– Did you rob an arcade, girl? – The woman mumbled while counting the pennies after Y/N paid her.
She blushed, and changed the subject.
– Can I have a candle? Please?
She examined her expression.
– We’re out of candles, sorry. What’s your name, sweetheart?
– Y/N.
She walked to the balcony and it wasn't long til a blonde girl were calling her name out loud. It wasn’t too much, just a little cupcake that would last a little more than three bites, but a lot more than Y/N was even used to.
She was outside, eyes shinning and looking at the cupcake, when a big body crashed her, smashing all her efforts and happiness against his chest.
– Dammit, kid.
She stared at him so angrily, needing to control herself not to explode his head with her powers, and started crying. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had cried, and everything came like a storm.
– Fuck. – He grumbled, looking around. – Does someone... Where’s this girl’s mother? Girl, girl.
– You screwed it up. – Y/N yelled. – A whole year and you screwed it up.
He clearly didn't understand what she was saying.
– Girl, girl. – He tried to calm her down. – Please... I'll buy you a new one, even a better one, but for God sake, stop crying.
She sniffled a little more, but finally stopped the tears from falling.
The man kept his promise and bought the fanciest cake at the store. Even with the “gift”, Y/N still couldn’t trust or be comfortable around him thanks to his judgement look.
'It doesn’t matter how good was the bath or how hard I try, everyone knows I’m no one in this city.'
– What’s your name, girl?
– What is your name? – She snapped and he laughed.
– Tony Stark. – He relaxed. – What about yours?
She analysed him for awhile before give a answer.
– Y/N Y/L/N.
– How old are you, Y/N Y/L/N?
– Why do you want to know?
Carefully, Tony Stark leaned in her direction, staring inside her Y/E/C eyes.
– Where are your parents, Y/N Y/L/N? – He whispered.
She bought her attention back to the almost finished cake in front of her, ignoring his questions with her own kind of answer.
– Where do you live? I want to take you there.
– You don’t have to. – The girl used a napkin to clean her face and got up. – Thanks for the cake, Tony Stark.
Before Y/N could leave, he held her arm.
– Let me at least you buy you some water. The cake will not go down alone.
Y/N hesitated, but accepted when he started walking by her side.
– Don’t you have at least a place to stay?
– An alley close to the soup kitchen on Brooklyn. – The girl watched him pay for two bottles of water, giving her one and holding the other.
– Ain’t it cold at night?
She shook her head, clearly lying as she put her Y/H/C hair behind her ear.
– Can you read and write?
– Of course I can. – She rolled her eyes. – I also speak French and German. I’m not dumb.
The Y/H/C haired girl drank the water, surprised by how thirsty she was. As an answer, he gave her the other one and bought a third one.
– Put those on the bag.
– I don’t need your pity.
– I don’t pity. Just take the goddammit bottles of water.
She obeyed him, blushing.
– Thanks for the water, Tony. – Y/N walked away. – Sorry about your clothes.
He didn’t stop her.
– Goodbye, Y/N Y/L/N.
- Goodbye, Tony Stark.