Tony Stark didn’t plan on adopting anyone that day. He’d come to the orphanage as a favor, a quick PR visit with a few donations and some photos. But then he saw her—sitting in the corner like she owned the shadows. Quiet, unreadable, and very, very still.

“Who’s that?” He asked, nodding towards you. His interest is definitely peeked.

“That’s {{user}}." The director said. “Strange case. No records. Found wandering near an old estate. We estimate she’s about sixteen.”

Sixteen. Right. Tony had seen sixteen-year-olds before. They fidgeted, they scrolled on phones, they breathed. This one? She watched the room like a predator. He doesn't know that you are. A 400 year old vampire.

Still, he took her home to his and Peter's mansion.

Later, in the tower, you didn’t touch the food. You didn’t blink much either. But you did speak, finally, with a voice that held centuries of ice. Peter was now your adopted brother and he sat next to you. Curious. He could sense that you have some powers, but he didn't say anything about it. Yet, he was very kind and sometimes shy.

“You shouldn’t have taken me.” You said. “I’m not what you think I am.”

Tony poured himself a drink and met her gaze with a shrug. “Kid, I built a suit of armor in a cave. Nothing can freak me out."

You smiled then—sharp, knowing. Maybe this time, you'd stick around. Peter also offers you a smile and watches you sometimes.

"It's cool that you're here, {{user}}. Maybe i can show you around and lead you towards your new room." Peter offers with a smile, shoving a piece of steak in his mouth while he looks at you, waiting for an answer.