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A Stark for sure - Chapter Two

A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE! So here you go; actual interaction between Tony and Calypso.

warning: angst-y lil piece

word count: 2.6 k

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I should’ve taken that ride. Calypso sighed.

Brooklyn, 10 minutes ago.

“Yo kid, you sure you don’t want a ride?” Marcus yelled from across the street. “It’s almost 3 am, can’t be letting a kid like you walking home at this time.”

Calypso smiled as she was yanking at the now locked door of the restaurant. She turned towards Marcus’ direction and waved him off, “nah! I’m fine. Y’know it’s only a 15 minute walk.”

“You don’t know what can happen in 15 minutes!” He stated as he crossed the road again. Marcus, 17, the suave Latino senior at Midtown High School. The typical, lean, curly haired, tan guy that every girl and guy wanted to be friends with. “Plus you’re a little kid.” Marcus smirked and leaned against the window. Smirking, he casually pokes her side.

The action cause Calypso to jump and grab his hand in shock. “Marc! DON’T DO THAT!” She pouted and lightly kicked in his direction whilst taking a step back. “I may be little...” causing the boy to smirk and try to poke her again even though the girl held his wrist firmly, “but don’t forget who tutors you in chemistry, psychology and all that!” Calypso smirks as Marcus rolled his eyes. The usual ‘I’m-smarter-than-everyone-and-I-know-it’ Calypso Abreo vibe.

Marcus stood up straight and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re smart. Everyone knows.” He led her towards his motorbike as she struggled to walk away, “c’mon kid. I gotta make sure you get home safe or Mr. Lee will actually have my balls...” Marcus shivered at the thought while Calypso smirked and pulled away from him.

“Three thing. First, I’d pay to see tha- STOP!” She screamed as he poked her side again. Huffing, she continued, “secondly, I am walking home. I promise to call or text once I’m there.” He stared at her and she stared back.

“Fine!”

The girl smiled as they said their goodbyes. She turned and walked down the street as Marcus pulled up next to her again, “you forgot the third thing.” He pointed it out. Calypso kept walking as she stopped at their seperating street, she smiled innocently before insulting him by saying.

“I’d never let you drive again.” He gasped as crossed the road. A jab to his ego.

“I drive great!”

“Whatever you say, bud.”

Now, she stood there in an alley (which she shouldn’t have turned into) with a man holding a knife lazily.

“Give me your fucking money!”

“You sound like the vine.” She thought out loud before looking up towards a window, where she saw a woman talking into a phone frantically before signalling to the girl that the police were coming.

Letting out a sigh, she turned towards the man again and began to distract him. “Look man, I’m just 15. I have no money, unless $10 is enough for you. Y’know what,” she rambled on as she shifted from foot to foot, shuffling towards the trash cans as the man growled and lunged at her.

Calypso jumped back as he fell to the ground and grabbed the lid for the trash can before swinging it towards the man’s head. He yelled and grabbed his head as Calypso kicked the knife away and hit him with the lid every time he tried getting up.

“Hands up!” A husky voice sounded from the entrance. Calypso dropped the heavy item and turned towards the voice.

There stood Captain Holt, Detective Peralta and Detective Rosa. Three individuals that the young girl had gotten to know better over the past 2 years she had been living in Brooklyn. She gulped as Detective Rosa rushes past her and arrested the man before listing his rights.

“Now why are you out this late, kid?”

“Stuck on night duty, I see.” Calypso smirked up towards Detective Jake Peralta as Captain Holt stared down at her. “Fine. I finished late and I was walking home; wrong turn I guess...”

“You shouldn’t be walking home.” She wanted to interrupt the Captain but he grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the car, “you know you shouldn’t do that. So you’ll be staying at the station until someone can come pick you up.”

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“... Tony?” Happy called out. His friend hadn’t uttered more than a one word answer the whole drive; simply staring out the window or reading Pepper’s messages, not answering them though.

They had been parked outside the station for no longer than a minute. “Want me to go in w-,” before he could finish his sentence, Tony opened his door and told Happy to follow him.

Like a switch, the infamous ‘asshole’ Tony Stark came to life and his charisma overflowed. He smirked and walked up to the reception where he got instructions to head straight up stairs.

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Calypso had been sitting by Gina Linetti’s desk, as she waited for Tony Stark. She didn’t know whether to call him dad, their interactions halted about 3 years ago. “Gina...” she called out to the brunette. “Please don’t be surprised about who picks me up. Like don’t instagram it or something...”

“Is it Beyoncé?”

“No but-.”

“Then I won’t care.” Gina answered, never even looking up from her phone.

Ding.

The elevator open and he stepped out. As he examined the room, Tony saw that long dark brown (almost black) hair. Calypso, he thought. People stopped and stared at him. Tony Stark. An Avenger. Iron Man was standing in their pen. They all started rushing towards him.

“Can I have a photo?”

“I love the Avengers.”

“I’m such a big fan.”

The usual comments while Tony tried to push past them towards the young girl. Gina stood and rushed towards the crowd whilst Calypso had stood up and waited by the desk; observing what was happening and not wanting to throw herself into the sea of people.

Hearing the commotion, Captain Halt walked out. “Everyone!” His workers stopped and stared at him, “back to your stations!” He demanded and was left slightly shocked, not that many would know from his reaction. Turning from Tony Stark to the young girl, he connected the dots. Nodding his head and gesturing towards his office for the two men and Calypso to talk.

“So, I’m guessing your Calypso’s father...” The Captain dragged on to which the Tony had confirmed. “Well. I’d just like to inform you of what had happened tonight and then we’ll see if you want to press charges.”

Calypso groaned. “No charges are to be pressed for me.” She stood and grabbed her bag, continuing her statement. “There’s no point. It’s a waste in time and money. He did commit assault and can be tested for substance abuse; give the man rehab not a shitty community service order.”

“Honey,” Tony started and turned towards his daughter to which she uncomfortably looked away from. This didn’t go unnoticed by the room, “you could’ve been hurt.”

“There’s no point in it, though.” The men knew she wasn’t going to ask for charges so Captain Holt pressed on.

“Fine. If no charges are to be pushed then please make sure you’re not walking home alone in the middle of the night. Mr. Stark, Mr. Hogan, please ensure this from now on. Good night, gentleman.” Raymond Holt stood and shook their hands before opening the door.

Walking out, Happy took charge while Raymond stood in his spot; staring down anyone that watched the father and daughter duo. Tony’s arm was wrapped around Calypso’s shoulder to shield her and comfort her from the stares. The girl only felt unsure about everything. How to react to the stares, the whispering, the contact with the man next to her. It was confusing that it was a fact her father was there in minutes for her, not questioning why but she knew he felt the need to make sure she was safe and okay. Maybe it was guilt but it truly wasn’t

AS they sat in the car, Tony couldn’t stop gaping like a fish; completely unsure on what to say or do while the young girl just stared out the window while feeling the same, if not more, uncertainty. The only time she had spoken when she told Happy her address and she wasn’t surprised about the fact that her father furrowed his brows to the new information. She had a guess that the man didn’t know the news about her mother but she couldn’t just bring it up. Sitting up straight and turning towards him with a small smile. “You okay, da-Mr. Stark?”

Happy looked at the central mirror to gauge his friend’s reaction to his precious daughter not calling him by that simple title. “Oh. Yeah. Perfect.” Tony nodded and slapped that stupid smirk on to which Happy shook his head to but brought a frown to Calypso’s innocent face. ‘She sees right through me,’ he thought to himself. She frowned more and this caused him to start blurting out random questions such as,

So how have you been?

So you work at a restaurant? Wait no café. No, a restaurant. Job experience is cool-important.

Don’t you have school tomorrow?

A cough interrupted the flustered old man’s nervous speech but luckily Calypso had given enough effort to sustain the conversation. “We’re here,” Happy spoke as he pulled up outside the townhouses. It made sense that Florence would choose this area to raise his girl. Happy and Tony knew her to be a comprising woman; not one to give up the bustling, city life but wanting to still live something suburb-able.

Staring at the townhouses, Tony started to think. Think about what could have been. Would there have been days where he would be stuck in his office and Florence would have to pry him away from his work? Days where he would have a casual stroll with Calypso when she was feeling overwhelmed? Nights spent watching movies together on the couch? Maybe a time where he would finally be able to cook something edible?

A million thoughts ran through his head and Calypso stared at him, wandering about the same things. What would life have been with him there? Where would she be? Who would she be?

“Um.” She spoke aloud and opened the door cautiously, “thanks for the ride home.” Smiling towards both men and exiting the car quickly. Crossing the street safely, a hand wrapped around her arm gently. Turning to the person, Tony was staring down at her.

“I’m sorry…” Confusion was written on her face so he elaborated, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there and I’m sorry I never tried to reach out…” He continued to apologise but it was one line that got to her. Happy watched from the car but saw the girl’s expression start to fall. A reaction he remembered that was identical to her mother’s. One that would only show when she was truly overwhelmed. “I’m sorry to you and your mother that I wasn’t there but I promise to be there from now on. For both of you.” Tears ran down her face, this was too much. All of this was too much. Calypso started to gasp for air and pushed him harshly. Shocked and fearful of the reaction, he stumbled back into his friend’s arms as the girl swiftly entered her home.

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“What did I do?” Tony’s head was in his hands. He hadn’t been muttering to himself down in his lab before Pepper had dragged him out to the kitchen to ensure he at least ate something. The man had been stuck in his mind since the whole ordeal. Happy had to reassure him while Rhodes had tried to distract him with a new app Peter had showed the other, Tik Tok.

Steve and Natasha had walked in and out the dining area about 4 times, all unnoticed by the genius. “Tones, you good?” Natasha spoke right into his ear, very loudly. The only reaction she got was a sigh, a shrug and more mumbling.

His other teammates started to show up for lunch. Sam and Bucky were (unfortunately for everyone) to set the table which took the whole duration for the large meal to be cooked. Wanda smiled as she continued to cook and spoke softly to Tony. James Rhodey had filled everyone that something had happened and now they needed to make sure Tony didn’t spiral and make another Ultron. Bruce had to manoeuvre Tony to a seat at the table before they all ate. Chatter was small but steady; everyone uncomfortable with the state their friend was in, Peter especially. He had been holding in a question. Claypso Abreo. One of the nicest girls from Midtown. The sweetest, cutest girl that almost, if not every guy had a crush on. He needed to know how the man knew his crush; not that he had a crush on her (well not that he admit it).

“Hey Mr. Stark.” Peter’s voice was louder than usual but no one paid mind to it. “How do you know Cal?”

Tony turned slowly to his protégé, “Cal?” Everyone froze. This was the first word he had actually spoke aloud and an actual answer to any question.

The boy gulped as his team/childhood heroes were staring him down, “yeah… Calypso.” That name again. Steve and Natasha shared a look again. “Everyone calls her Cal. She goes to my school. Big deal at my school. She’s really cute and smart and funny. An actual genius smart too. Like we’re meant to be in the same classes but she’s doing senior AP classes now.”

Tony continues to stare at the boy. This was a lot of information about his daughter coming at him at once. Rhodey was listening too but was watching the other’s reaction towards this scene; all of them eating whilst staring at either Peter’s rambling or Tony’s awed expression while still maintain another conversation. No one seemed to notice the loud booming steps walking towards the kitchen.

“… I don’t think she knows I exists. Like we met when she transferred into my calc class halfway through freshman year. Heard she had to move back to New York when her mum got sick. We bonded over a lot though. Oh yeah apparently she was born here in Man-“ The boy felt embarrassed. He had just realised how much of a simp he sounded like but he couldn’t shut up.

“Her mum got sick?” Rhodey questioned.

Peter stopped and stared at him, nodding. “Yeah. Cancer.”

Tony stiffened. “Cancer?”

“Yeah. Something in the brain? Cal changed when she died. I remember she didn’t show up to class for like a month…” Peter dragged on but Tony’s heart stopped. His hands started to sweat and its seemed like air was a pill he couldn’t swallow. His head simultaneously felt as light as a feather and too heavy to keep up. Steve stood up as he saw his friend swaying. The others stood too but Rhodey who stared down at his plate in shock

Everyone was scared. They called out for him as he stumbled back out of his chair and tried to run out. The team followed him out. He just needed to run away from that information. He couldn’t process it because to him it simply wasn’t real. Tony bumped into a body that held him up. He couldn’t resist as 4 simple words ran through his mind.

Florence. Died.

She’s. Dead.

Nick Fury held Tony up with a syringe in his hand, completely aware of the staring. Fury had an apologetic look on his face and that’s when he realised, Nick knew. Fury knew everything. He started grasping for air and pulling away from him. The brunette looked towards his teammates for help. Steve, Vision and Rhodes all stepped forward but Fury injected with the liquid into his neck with no problem and they all watched as the man’s eyes fluttered close.

And the last thing he heard was Fury’s voice whispering, “Stark. I’m sorry.”

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A Stark for sure - Chapter One

A/N: Hey. I posted the prologue at around 2 AM my time and I honestly didn’t think anyone would read it, much less like it! So thank you so much. I hope you enjoy this weird angsty, mysterious (i’m trying to make it be) piece of words. (Also not my gif but creds to the owner.) The next chapter’s gonna be more informative; i promise to give you guys the juicy stuff next.

word count: 1.3k words

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Manhattan. 2001.

“I can’t be with a man who will love his destructive lifestyle more than his child.” The woman screamed, a hand pointing towards a room at the end of the hall. “God, Tony! Can’t you at least understand why I’m upset?”

Tony blankly stared at her. A simple straight face showcasing no emotion but he was ashamed because he did understand. Last night, he had done what he usually did; paint the town red, spend too much, drink too much, end up in bed with another random woman. “Will you please quiet down?” The man spoke as he stood to get a drink.

Now the lady was seething. A complete contrast to what Anthony Edward Stark knew of her.

Florence. Florence Karla Abreo. A proclaimed neuroscientist and psychologist. Her research and discoveries were known worldwide and awed by many. She was respected for her mind but Anthony respected her for her aura. Her heart. Her kindness. She was his first love. The two had been family friends as their parents were close and happened to live a few blocks away from each in Manhattan. The usual friend-to-lover story; but people change and grow.

“Leave!” Florence cried out and he did. As he walked towards the door and right before he slammed the door, she continued. “I will not keep subjecting myself to this, Tony. You may be the father of my child but I refuse to allow you to ruin Calypso’s childhood.” With that, she broke down in tears before scurrying to grab her things. She moved as if she was running on anxiety. Grabbing bags and stuff only the necessities inside before placing them in the back of her own car. She repeated the action but with her child’s belongings before stopping in front of a door. Breathing slowly to calm herself down, she turned the knob and entered quietly.

Calypso Dmitria Stark. The baby laid in her crib, sleep consumed. Florence sobbed again as she reached the crib, stroking her daughter’s head. “I’m sorry, my love.” The child whined but continued to sleep. She was the female copy of her father in terms of looks. The dark brown hair, brown eyes and when she smiled, you could see that spark only a stark could have.

Florence picked up her daughter while placing an envelope where she once laid. “I’m sorry, Tony.” She spoke to the air. No one could blame her. A mother’s love was one of the strongest things in the universe and a mother’s sacrifice should be the most valued thing. With Calypso in her baby seat and everything in check (their flight to Boston ready), she drove away. Florence drove away from her first and only love, the father of her child, without looking back.

Avengers’ tower. 2016.

Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America, sighed as some senator spoke to them about the issue with their latest mission which was utter bullshit as it was just him projecting his opinion and getting him to do what he wants. None of them needed that. It was 2 am as they all sat in those uncomfortable chairs “Well sir, to be quite frank. We saved the world again while you were sleeping with your personal trainer so maybe you should keep your mouth shut.” Beep. The screen went blank as Sam Wilson, a.k.a The Falcon pressed a button on the long table.

A few members laughed and by a few, only Natasha, Bucky and Tony. The others just shook their heads; with Steve sighing loudly. “You can’t just do that, Sam. The asshole is still a government official.”

“The asshole needs to keep his mouth shut, Cap.” Tony took Sam’s side and a disagreement started. Tony and Steve talking over each other with the others either taking sides or being mediators to ensure nothing physical happened.

“Steve. He can’t just tell us what do. We legitimately sav-.” Vision

“It doesn’t matter, honey. You can’t just-.” Wanda

“Guys. Let’s just ca-.’ Bruce

“We just got back from a mission. Can’t this wait?” Rhodey.

“Still. That man was incredibly rude. As the young midgardians say online, he has small penis energy.” Thor

“It’s small DICK energy.” Peter.

It’s still unsure if any of them actually heard any of the others properly. The Avengers were all just talking over the top of each other; some related to the topic while others just babbling on about god knows what.

“Mr. Stark, sir. There’s a call waiting for you.” Jarvis spoke over them all. This didn’t stop them from talking over each other. Tony didn’t seem to care as he continued to argue with Steve, “it’s from a Claypso Abreo. She is being held at precinct 99 in Brooklyn. Do i keep her on hold, sir?”

That name.

Calypso.

Tony froze. His brain stopped working as his eyes shifted to his phone on the table. He gulped before looking at Jame Rhodey. Everyone noticed his reaction; the proclaimed, stubborn, narcissistic jerk they knew froze. “Mr. Stark?” The talking had quietened down.

“Answer it, Tones. Jarvis, keep the kid on hold. Get Happy to come around with the car now please. Also relay this info to Pepper.” Rhodey spoke quickly while gesturing for everyone to leave the room. Confused with this new situation, they all complied and exited. It was times like this that Tony was grateful for having a friend like Rhodey. As he was about to close the door, he spoke again in an encouraging tone. “I’m guessing she’s in trouble so best to answer now.”

Tony hadn’t realised everyone left, still staring at his phone. “Yeah, you’re right...” He dragged his sentence in dread. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he grabbed his phone and answered. Drawing a breath in and quickly whispering, “Calypso?”

“Hey, Dad.” A tiny voice spoke over the phone; an underlying questioning tone included. Tony broke, tears running down his face. Scared. Confused. Anxious. Why was his daughter, that he hadn’t had proper contact with for about 3 years call? She could hear him breathing. “UH, I’m guessing you’re still on. Well I hope you are. But I have no one else to call so if you can just tell Captain Holt here that I’m free to go, i’ll be out of your ha-.”

“I’m coming to get you now.” Tony blurted as he stood. You may not believe this but he loved his daughter. The man would do anything for her. He may not know her but he knew whenever she needed him, rather whenever she asked him, he’d be there.

“Oh. It’s fine, Mr. Stark.”

The man walked through the doors and towards the elevator, oblivious to the stares his teammates were giving him. Calypso. Tony’s reaction. Rhodey’s understanding. The urgency felt. As the elevator doors shut with him in it, Natasha turned to Rhodey who was nursing a drink by the counter. “Calypso?” She asked. Steve, Bucky, Sam, Bruce and her analysed Rhodey. The name made him slightly cringe and shake his head before lifting himself away from the table and towards the stairs.

“She’s...” He froze again and turned to them. “She’s a sensitive topic. It’s not my place to tell.” Resuming his walk to his quarters, the five were left blank. Who was this woman? How can she bring such with her name alone?

The five stood closer to each, whispering the possibilities about this person. “Maybe we should ask Tony.” Bruce spoke up. No matter how many times he disagreed with Tony, he still respected and valued the man. “Rhodes even said that it’s not something he should share. Plus we all saw his reaction.” Bruce insisted they confront Tones carefully and not pry into the situation.

They all nodded but Steve and Natasha gave each other a look. That look that meant ‘yeah-no-we’re-looking-into-this’. They separated, walking to their respected rooms as Sam bluntly spoke, “I’m more confused about some girl being named Calypso...”

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