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Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*


Tony's POV
"Can I ask you a question?" Tony said impatiently, looking up from his seat the long steel table. On the other side of it stood Nicholas J. Fury, Director of SHIELD; a tall man in a dark trench coat and an eye patch.

Fury raised an eyebrow, similarly impatient. "Go on?"

"Why does Isabella have a file?" From the sheaf of documents Fury had previously handed to him, Tony pulled a yellow envelope and shook its contents onto the table. "Don't tell me you're considering her for this Avengers thing too."

"As a matter of fact, we are," said Fury. "SHIELD has to cover the future as well as the present. The Initiative must go on. As such, I'm entertaining the idea of establishing reserve members. Isabella is my first option."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Well, forget it. The kid's done. She never wants to put the suit on again, and her parents would kill me if I--"

"She might change her mind," said Fury evenly.

"I highly doubt that," Tony replied. "Anyway, where have you been getting all of this information on her?"

"Agent Romanoff's undercover stint didn't just include evaluating you, Stark," Fury said wryly.
"Once that kid took off after your birthday party, she informed me. We've been monitoring her performance ever since. Plus, in the week that's passed, she and Agent Coulson have been getting along. Quite well, too."

"Um, yeah. I'm never letting him in the house again." Tony said. "Look, I have been trying to keep the press off her back. I've asked her several times myself. But Iz doesn't want to be my sidekick."

"Well," Fury put the documents back into the folder, "in any case, the evaluation is there. I thought you'd be proud to know that she's been approved as well, but until such time as she's old enough to decide what she wants, of course."

"Thanks," said Tony sarcastically. "That totally reassures me."

Fury brushed off this remark. "How's she doing?"

Tony shrugged. "Fine, I guess? Her parents are settling for alternating custody. Iz is leaving for her dad's place in another month. Also she adopted the bird Vanko left behind at Hammer's facility."

"And the suit she built?"

"In my armory. Never going to be used again."

"But you won't destroy it, will you?" Fury said.

Tony glanced at the yellow envelope in front of him. The corner had been stamped with the SHIELD sign of approval. Maybe...just maybe...

"No," he said. "No, I don't think I will."

Isabella's POV

Tony and Pepper personally flew me, in the Stark private jet, back to Chicago. When we landed, my father was waiting for me at the side of the runway.

"Dad!" I called, running to him.

"Bell!" He said fondly, giving me a huge, if awkward, hug.

"Morgan," said Tony, approaching with Pepper.

"Anthony," Dad said formally. He shook Tony's hand. "Good to see you."


"So I've been hearing all about your...shenanigans," Dad said. "Tony, are you even aware of the danger you put my daughter through?"

"Hey!" Tony raised his hands defensively. "I tried to keep her out of it! This was all her decision."

"Yeah, Dad!" I put in.

"Yet you condoned her behavior...encouraged it, even--"

"You don't even know the whole story, Morgan," Tony said. "Talk to your daughter. For once."

Dad fell silent, one eyebrow raised. He looked down at the birdcage I had brought with me, containing Vanko's abandoned pet cockatoo. "So you weren't lying when you said you got a bird?"

"His name is Tesla, Daddy," I said with a smile, handing him the cage. "And you two should get to know each other."

"Hmm," said Dad. He coughed and checked his watch. "I have a meeting at five. We'd better go, dear."

I nodded. Pepper hugged me. "Take care, Isabella."

"You too," I said.

"Goodbye, kiddo."Tony patted my shoulder, but I figured we had gone through too much to say goodbye so quickly. I hugged him tightly, catching him by surprise.

And to my own surprise, he hugged me back.

"Thanks. For everything," I said.

"Anything for my faaaaaaavorite cousin's daughter," Tony said, drawing out the word 'favorite' sarcastically. But he smiled at me. "Next summer?"

I blinked. "Really?"

"Of course."

The wide smile that split my face was brighter than the glow coming from Tony's chest. "Then yes. Definitely!"

Even as we started to drive away, Tony and Pepper were still waving us goodbye. I realized that coming home would be different-- not just because my parents had split up, but because I had changed a little bit, too. Even if I was no longer Iron Girl, I was still more than the girl I always thought I was.

My name is Isabella Stark, and I am fourteen years old. And this story is pretty much over.

But maybe I'm wrong.


But wait...there's more.

based on Iron Man 3



I just read chapter 17 and if we're making Harry Potter referenes then all I have to say is.... FIFTY POINTS FOR GRIFENDOR!!!!

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton

YAY!!!! DRUCK TONY!!! Not that it's anything new! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton

Whoa! This is so good! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton

Keep writing!!!

Abbyfish Abbyfish

Good job, keep up the good work.

Alexdanger101 Alexdanger101