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(My Lord!!!! I have been keeping this in the back of my mind, as I usually do for fics that I think of and now I have it mostly developed. If I had to pick a genre for this, it would be feel good family mixed with slice of life along with some simple drama. I have a pretty good plethora of inspiration for this story but if anybody has any ideas for what you want me to add into this, please don’t hesitate to comment on here or message me! I don’t bite, I swear
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The girl ran down the street, her shoes slapping the pavement, her backpack thrown almost violently to the side to run even faster. She was already crying and her eyes hadn’t even beheld the sight she knew was there. She knew it was a dangerous neighborhood, they were planning to move next week but she hadn’t packed up a single thing in the many boxes littering the apartment.
She pushed through the many police officers, some pulling her arms and shirt, silently begging her not to look. She ignored them. She kept pushing, sobbing, running. She never stopped running.
When she finally broke the sea of people, she began screaming. She couldn’t help it. Really, how could she not. It was almost the only thing she had control of anymore. God certainly would grant her this one thing?
An officer pressed a soft hand on her shoulder but she pushed it away, crawling under the police barriers. She heard shouts and ignored them. She had to get to the figure on the ground. She had to.
She heard herself shouting to the body on the road, the word ‘Mama’ clawing out of her throat more times than she could count. Her neighbors and friends, the source of her fresh grief, standing around in cuffs and tears in their own eyes.
They hadn’t meant to do it. She was such a nice lady, her daughter the sweetest person on the planet. They didn’t mean to. She had just gotten in the crossfire. They watched her being approached by the officer once more and he had convinced her to come with him but only after she had given her mother one final kiss.
They watched as she showed the officer her apartment building and another, this time female, officer bringing her backpack and jacket with her behind the two.
Tony was called out from his workshop by the intercom. The voice coming through it was Fury’s voice, so he knew to come right away though he didn’t want to.
“What do you need, Sir?”
“Stark, sit down please.”
Recognizing the patronizing voice of sympathy, the billionaire simply crossed his greasy arms across his chest and planted his feet.
“I think I’d rather stand up, thank you. What’s the bad news?”
“There was a gang shootout in one of the run down neighborhoods of Upstate New York a few days ago. It got pretty nasty, and there were some casualties.”
At the mention of a gang shootout, Tony’s knees nearly buckled but he took a deep breath and held it in, trying to keep his emotions in check until he received all the information he would need.
“Your daughter is fine, but she is traumatized. Also, Maria’s been keeping a track record on the school’s attendance systems and she hasn’t been to school in a few days. The authorities connected that you were her father and tried to contact you though, based on the fact that I’m here, you were obviously preoccupied.”
Tony swallowed heavily, trying to moisten his mouth that had gone dry since the mentioning of his reason for living.
“And her mother, what about her?”
“I’m sorry Tony.”
Now was when Tony finally sat down, his elbows on his knees and his hands running through his hair furiously, getting it dirtier with the grease from his hands.
“You still have a daughter to take care of and I know you drink up every moment you can savor with her. Now would be a good time to be a father.”
“You’re right, I know you are. I just, I need a minute to process all this. Your blunt attitude is
very nice in this situation though, you don’t beat around the bush.” By the end of his sentence, Tony’s voice had gone from slight wobbling to full on tremors.
“Of course. Do you need us to prepare a car for you?”
“No, I just need the team in here. I’m going to need their help.”