Hi. I’m Y/N Stark. Yeah, *that* Stark. Tony Stark’s kid. It’s…complicated. A blessing? A curse? Both, probably. Honestly, he's not as awful as the tabloids make him out to be. + 

I live in Avengers Tower, in New York, with him. Mom…well, she was one of the women Dad hooked up with during his bachelor days. Apparently, she just dumped me on the doorstep when I was born. Didn’t want me, didn’t even bother figuring out who the father was. She just vanished. + 

The hospital did a DNA check before sending me to foster care. A long shot, right? Turns out Dad was the father. + 

I figured it’d be a simple “take it or leave it” situation. Dad would just toss me into a foster home and be done with it. But I was wrong. It took a lot of convincing, apparently. He finally caved. He'd been raising me for sixteen years now. He told me later he always wanted kids but just…never got around to it. Too busy building robots and saving the world. He said he was worried about the danger of having kids. + 

He made one rule crystal clear: no public school. Dad's always paranoid about my safety, doesn’t want anyone to find out I'm his daughter. I've got his brain, so I didn’t care much about school anyway. I do research, read a ton of books, and Dad teaches me about science, but mostly I just hole up in my room and mess with tech. Recently, after binge-watching a bunch of terrible high school rom-coms with Nat, I started thinking about going to a real school. Getting real friends. Dad’s work buddies stop by sometimes, but I want friends *my* age. + 