It is a 'regular' day for Y/N Stark. Until she figures out who Peter Parker really is. They have a fight against Thanos, a man who is trying to wipe outt the universe, will they survive?
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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟒
Tony's POV
One year.
It has been one year since Thanos killed half of living creatures, one year since I lost my friends, one year since I lost a kid that I saw as a son, but most of all one year since I let my daughter get killed, one year since I let my daughter down, one year since I lied to my daughter and told her that we would win.
Since then, I have had a brand spanking new kid, like a few weeks old. Her name is Morgan, she looks a lot like Y/N who looks like me. I haven't stopped trying to find ways to get Y/N and Peter back, not one day where I haven't stopped thinking about it. Even when Morgan was born, I thought of how I could get Y/N back to meet her.
Morgan has Y/HC just like Y/N, she also has my eyes and nose just like Y/N. It is hard because when I get Y/N back she will think that I tried to replace her, but that isn't even possible because she is irreplaceable. Her laugh, her smile, her energy, everything about her is irreplaceable.
"Tony, you need to eat something." I hear Pep behind me. I am using my projected screen at our table.
"Just a minute." I am trying everything, especially right now. I need to get her back soon.
"I have some toast on the table, I will be with Morgan if you need me. Please don't work to hard." I hear her footsteps as she heads up the stairs. I sit in a chair, staring at the picture of my daughter on the screen.
"We will get you back, I promise." I utter.
I get up and eat my toast. I run upstairs and go into Y/N's room. I sit on the white bed, looking around at the plants. When she died, there were plants everywhere in her room. I've kept most alive and when one of them dies, I replace it with the same plant. She has a lot of windows, she requested the room with the most windows when we moved in, one of her windows has stained glass.
I still haven't rolled up her yoga mat from when she left for school. I sigh as I look at the picture hanging above her window seat of her, Peter, and Ned. I just hope both of them know that Ned died as well.
I need to get her back. Because if I don't, I don't know how I can live with myself.
