Filha de Stark
Translated from Stark's Daughter
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Ongoing, First published May 24, 2026

Este romance segue a filha de Tony Stark enquanto ela navega uma vida envolta em segredo. Encarregada de deveres incomuns - mesmo servindo café da manhã para Thor - ela lida com preocupações de segurança em torno da nova instalação dos Vingadores e a presença de figuras como Bucky Barnes. Enquanto ela tenta manter o anonimato, a atenção de Peter Parker complica as coisas. Uma verificação de antecedentes revela arquivos confidenciais ligados a Peter, levantando questões sobre seus motivos e o engano em torno de sua conexão. A narrativa traça uma teia de identidades ocultadas..
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