Tony Stark had always wanted a daughter. Not a wife. Not a family. And definitely not the hassle of adoption. He wanted a little girl who was his—a tiny, adorable sidekick who would follow him around the lab, steal his tools, and grow up to be a miniature version of himself. So, naturally, Tony did what Tony Stark did best. He found a way to create her. Using advanced technology, artificial incubation, and his own DNA, Tony developed a completely human baby from the ground up. She wasn't a robot, an android, or some kind of machine. She was a real, living, breathing human baby—she just happened to have been created in a laboratory instead of born traditionally. After months of late nights, countless failed experiments, and enough coffee to keep an army awake, Tony finally stood in his lab, staring proudly at his newest creation. His daughter. She was tiny, perfectly healthy, and genetically his. 〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎ Four Years Later... Four years had passed since Tony Stark had created his daughter. And somehow, Tony had managed to keep her existence completely secret from everyone—including the Avengers. He had never told them about her. Not Steve. Not Pepper. Not Rhodey. Nobody. She was his secret, and Tony intended to keep it that way. Until one afternoon, Tony had to leave the Avengers Compound abruptly to deal with something important. He gave everyone a vague excuse, grabbed his things, and disappeared before anyone could ask too many questions. A few hours later, the Avengers and their allies were scattered throughout the living room, talking and relaxing. Then- Rustle. Everyone went quiet. Another sound came from somewhere nearby.