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Fazli Law Firm stands out as a prominent source of legal knowledge in Sugar Land, TX, with a particular emphasis on handling personal injury cases, especially those related to car accidents. As a prominent personal injury law firm, Fazli Law is committed to delivering top-notch legal representation to individuals in the aftermath of auto accidents. With a team of seasoned professionals, including dedicated car accident lawyers, the firm diligently pursues justice for its clients.
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Stark Contrast: Introduction
Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Word count: 3,632
Warnings: Swearing, reference to familial death, mentions of sex, mention of a drop of blood
Chapter Summary: Y/N first meets Tony Stark as his illegitimate daughter from a party 17 years ago. As Mr. Stark and her lawyer discuss custody, she must ponder if this is even something she wants.
A/N: The beginning is finally here! I hope you all enjoy this introductory chapter. It’s really focused on introducing the character of Y/N and how she came to live with Tony. Peter and the whole big bang will begin in Chapter One, I promise! Also, I know Project Arsenal is something completely different in the comics, but here I’m using it to refer to the new element that saved Tony’s life in Iron Man 2. If you want to be added to the tag list for this fic, reblog this with “StarkContrastTaglist” in the notes and I‘ll add your username. Members of the tag list MUST reblog. Even if you don’t want to be added to the tag list, comment, reblog, send me an ask, anything helps. I want to hear from you all, even if you just want to tell me how your day is going!!!
Throughout her childhood, somewhere buried in a musty old closet was a document that held more family secrets than Y/N could care to know. Not that her life was great before Pandora’s Box opened. Her parents tried, but there was always that surreptitious foundation that made her feel like a black sheep, just left of center, and still outside the circle. One small life-ending car accident later, and she was discovered. The illegitimate daughter of Tony Stark, a poor girl from the slums of some nameless city in the midwest now suddenly torn away to upstate New York, riding in the car alongside a lawyer who was nervously adjusting his tie and preparing his big case. The clammy man awkwardly muttered an explanation about why this was not just another false claim, that this was his actual DNA pulsing through the result of a wild after party he threw in Seattle 17 years ago.
The driveway up to the obscene white building was long, winding and pointless. The security was at every corner, the vehicle constantly being stopped by AI surveillance that needed yet another verification. A scan here, a code there. Y/N couldn’t help but play with the automatic window in her boredom. The glass slid up and down with the flick of a switch. The sound of the outside air rushing in before being funnelled and cut off amused her childish mind, and the cold autumn air dusting over her cheeks was refreshing. Just the feeling of having control over the window made Y/N feel more secure in her current, dodgy affair. The car pulled up to the main entrance and beyond the silver-framed glass doors a large empty lobby could be seen, like a pristine shopping mall without the stores and gum-ball machines. The nervous man beside Y/N took a deep breath and then eagerly unlatched the door and pushed his way out. When she heard the door loudly click shut behind him, Y/N shrugged and shoved her shoulder into the door to follow suit.
It was sunny outside. The kind of beautiful August day that had no right to be so summer-y. The warmth radiated into Y/N’s cheek as she gazed upon the vast white monstrosity. She slowly stepped around in a circle, noticing the quin-jet on the runway in the front lawn and the slightly demolished trees of the uncultivated forest along the shoreline, flickers of the ocean water glimmering through the branches as it sloshed against the land. It was as ugly as it was beautiful. Y/N closed her eyes, just for a moment, and inhaled the fresh ocean air, it’s impurities tickling her nose as it rushed to her brain. She felt cleansed.
Finally, Y/N turned back around and jogged across the heated pavement to catch up with her lawyer, who was hurrying in a manner somewhere between stoic confidence and absolute frantic anxiety. The interior was a stark contrast to the bright white outside. A collection of black and grey floor tiles glowed in the natural light flooding in through the windows. Above their heads a couple of people in lab coats trotted across a glossy black catwalk, accented by the silver hardware that connected it to the glass panels and handrails. The two were speaking about in something that sounded like another language entirely, but she figured it had to be English given their London accents peeking through the dialogue. The whole place felt vast, but not empty.
A man approached, whom Y/N recognized as Harold Hogan, known to his friends as “Happy”. The man who was once Tony Stark’s bodyguard was now known for his responsibility in managing the operations of the Avengers Facility. His face was serious and his walk meant business. Y/N couldn’t imagine what inspired the nickname “Happy” outside of good, old-fashion sarcasm.
“Adam Goldberg?” Happy inquired, stepping up to Y/N’s lawyer with a slight scowl. Goldberg nodded tentatively, without any words. Happy huffed and turned to glare straight into Y/N’s eyes. ��Is this your client?” he asked Goldberg passively, still staring at the teenager beside him.
“Yes,” Y/N heard Adam Goldberg state confidently as he straightened up. She was beginning to become annoyed by the accusing eyes of “Happy” Hogan.
Happy nodded, “Alright. You two follow me. Do not touch anything. Better yet, don’t look at anything. Look straight ahead the whole way.” The man turned and began briskly walking at a pace it was hard to keep up with. Goldberg looked excited as the two of you trotted along, like a little kid on ‘Bring Your Kid to Work Day’, like this was his first big case. In fact, it probably was to some extent. How many cases could possibly warrant meeting a celebrity the likes of Tony Stark? Y/N shook her head at his ignorant bedside manner. This was her life in the hands of a billionaire and whether or not he’d really want to take the responsibility of a child he never knew he had. Quite simply, it was stressful. So when Happy Hogan stopped on the side of a glossy black door, it’d be safe to say her heart stopped for a few seconds.
Mr. Goldberg reached for the golden door handle and eagerly pulled it open. Y/N couldn’t see behind his broad, suit-jacket wearing shoulders, adding to her heightened anxiety. She followed the grey-wool clad mass that was her lawyer into a dark office. Goldberg finally stepped aside to take a seat and Y/N’s breath hitched as she was faced with Tony Stark, slouched in a chair behind a large black desk and surrounded by gunmetal grey computers and machines. The room was lit up almost exclusively by the bright blue displays, depicting blueprints and schematics that seemed incomprehensibly detailed. Quickly, she took the seat to the right of Goldberg. It was strange to sit so close to a celebrity. She could see his pores, the faint scar across his left cheek and the grey hairs peeking out in his beard and his hairline. It all made him seem so real and human. The visual appearance of age made Y/N relax some as the feeling that this man was no longer the party monster that brought her into this world. He was a superhero, and that had to mature someone.
Still, she just lost her family, was at a meeting to determine what stranger she’d get tossed off to, and she wanted to be angry at this man. It was his immaturity that put her in a childhood of poverty. A rich man who had a fun night with a poor woman, and left her to raise the child. There was the small detail that her mother never told this Tony Stark that Y/N ever existed, but how would she even have gone about that? One night at a party doesn’t exactly warrant exchanging contact information on a hunk of Blackberry phone.
“Mr. Stark-” Goldberg began but was too startled to finish as Tony wordlessly jumped up from his chair and began working his way around the desk.
“So you’re what, fifteen?” Tony inquired dismissively, tapping a large silver pen against his palm as he meandered toward Y/N.
“Seventeen,” Y/N corrected passively, not hesitating long enough to skip a beat.
“And I’m just finding out about this now? A little suspicious, don’t you think?” Mr. Stark continued as he cornered around the evidently invisible lawyer.
Goldberg interrupted, “Sir, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t address my client directly-“
“I guess my mother just didn’t think you were the “father” type, though I can’t see why. Seems you made a pretty good sugar daddy for her,” Y/N remarked over her lawyer. It felt good to just give in to her hormonal teenage whims. She wanted to act out, and if there was a place to do it, of course it was this very important meeting.
Tony stopped and smiled. He set a hand on Goldberg’s shoulder and leaned in. “I like her,” he commented, before looking back at Y/N. She crossed her arms, leather jacket squeaking, and slouched back in her chair in defense. His face was different now. It showed a level of disassociation mixed with curiosity that quite frankly scared the teen he was staring down. It was like looking at an angry parent mocking fake innocence before blowing their top. The big crazy eyes and the slow approach. Y/N chewed her lip nervously as Tony Stark stepped behind her chair and set his hands on the corners of the backrest.
A zap ran down Y/N’s spine and she jumped away from Tony in her chair, yelling, “Ouch!” as her hand flew up to the back of her neck. It was wet and she pulled her hand down to see a small spot of blood on her palm, nothing that wouldn’t stop in a matter of seconds, and still blood. “What the hell?” Y/N yelled, shifting in her chair to face Tony Stark. She was shocked, confused, angry, and she wanted answers even if she couldn’t form a sentence that communicated any of that.
“DNA test,” Tony shrugged, pulling back the object Y/N had previously thought was a pen, and now understood to be the machine that stabbed her moments ago. The man smirked at the obnoxious teen's obvious frustration as he backed away confidently.
“You couldn’t have just asked?” Y/N sputtered.
“You see, I really couldn’t have,” Tony sighed. “DNA tests are a tricky thing. Could be faked, could be toxic, and it was much more fun to see your face do that thing.”
“What thing?” The insecurity was already forming, though for what she didn’t know. She watched as the man placed the not-a-pen object into a slot that had opened up in his desk. It disappeared before their eyes as it was sucked away.
“Mr. Stark, really-“ Goldberg tried again, only for Tony to ignore him and begin explaining.
“We’ll see the results from that in a few seconds, and then we can talk.”
Y/N adjusted in her chair. She really didn’t know what would happen. For all she knew, she wasn’t actually Tony Stark’s kid and her mother was a compulsive liar. All she had to tell her otherwise was a shitty piece of paper that had been hidden in a closet for years if not her entire life. And what if she was Tony Stark’s daughter? Would that really be any better? He was an annoying, childish stranger from what she had seen and what business did he have suddenly trying to be a father? That is, if he even would try. It was all very agonizing, and Y/N found herself compulsively tugging at the sleeves of her leather jacket.
“Now I’m gonna be honest with you, kid,” Tony started, “I don’t remember your mother at all. I don’t remember a lot of women, to her credit, but when someone starts knocking down your door claiming they have your DNA, you have to be careful,” Y/N couldn’t tell if she wanted to roll her eyes or cry at what this man was saying. She felt lost and lonely, and he was definitely only making it worse. “Especially now. We don’t know who’s out there, and when the media has given us the whole ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ gig, who knows what kind of people-”
“The results are in, Sir.” It was like a voice from the sky. Y/N hadn’t noticed any speakers in the room, and wasn’t prepared to be hearing the voice of this AI interface the entire world had heard about without actually hearing it, called “J.A.R.V.I.S.”
“Right on time,” Tony commented, plopping back down into his chair, slightly sideways with a leg hanging over the armrest. “What’ve you got for me, Jarvis?”
“It’s a match.” Tony’s smug faced drained into a pale expression of nothingness. He stared vacantly into the wall beyond his dangling leg.
“Get out,” Tony mumbled.
“What?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke, though her face was contorted in a type of concern and confusion she had never known.
“Get out, kid,” Tony commanded aggressively as he once again stood up, mentioning, “I want to talk to your lawyer,” as he hurried around the desk and opened the office door. Y/N kept staring at the manic man as he gestured like a doorman. “Vamoose. Move your caboose, kid, I’ve not got time to read you a whole Dr. Seuss book,” Stark complained as he dropped an exhausted hand.
Hurriedly, Y/N collected herself and scuttled out the door, not sure where she was supposed to go while this was going on, or what that even meant. She gasped as the door slammed behind her, wind gusting through her hair at the sudden movement. Her brows knit together and her lips gaped as she began to panic. Eyes watering as she stared at the floor. A throat clearing beside her pulled her back into reality, turning to see the now softer, yet clearly uncomfortable face of Happy Hogan. He didn’t even speak, just nodded his head to the side and started walking. Y/N followed him as she presumed that is what he intended, though everything seemed so different here it was hard to tell. He led her into an open lounge they had passed on the way to Tony’s office earlier. There was a wall of windows behind a large black leather couch, that made a “U” shape around an unlit stone fireplace. Directly behind was a bar lined with various expensive-looking liquor bottles. Y/N turned to look at Happy, trying to figure out if this was where she was supposed to be. He shifted awkwardly and nodded toward the couch while clearing his throat again. She sadly looked at the floor and walked over to the couch, taking a seat before looking back for approval from Happy, still back at the walkway. Upon seeing her on the couch, he promptly walked off back toward Tony’s office. She was alone.
She was crying before she could even process it. Y/N hated crying, but here she was doing it. A tear here for how overwhelmed she was, a sniff there for how scared she was, and a long exhale for how exhaustingly alone she felt. Time was slow. Even as the orange glow of sunset flooded into the room, Y/N felt as though she’d be trapped in that awful moment forever. She watched the sun sink lower into the sky as her tears dried, the weight of a thousand buildings on her chest. It was devastating as the burning light silhouetted the trees and glimmered in the ocean. After what she could swear had been hours, Y/N finally heard placid voices and turned to the open end of the room that aligned with the hallway. She saw Happy and Mr. Goldberg walk past, their giant shadows hurrying against the warm glow of the wall behind them. Neither so much as turned to look at her. She caught only a fragment of their conversation. Something about the logistics of transferring materials, but they disappeared behind the second wall so quickly. Y/N couldn’t be bothered with being concerned anymore. It had been too many hours that day she had worried, so she shrugged off the appearance and turned back to the last of the sunset. The flaming orb had all but disappeared, and all that was left of its presence was a pink hue over the shoreline. Sunset always moved at such an exponential pace. Once it was almost over, you’d blink and it’d be done.
It was beginning to grow dim in the room. It had probably been about 15 minutes since Mr. Goldberg had left and the windows were providing minimal light, but the whole place was muted and blue without the sun to light it up. Y/N almost found herself feeling drowsy, but was pulled right back as suddenly the fluorescent ceiling lights popped on, causing her to swing her head around suddenly to find the source, eventually landing on a tentative Tony Stark not quite standing in the room as he half hid behind the wall closest to his office.
“Hey, kid,” Tony greeted calmly, as he walked into the space, hands hidden in the pockets of his blue jeans. The imposing glow of his chest piece polluted his black t-shirt as he approached Y/N. She watched him carefully as he sat down beside her, about another person’s worth of space between them. It was quiet. They both stared at their own shuffling feet and between the two of them, nothing was said for what seemed like an eternity. “Happy talked to Goldberg about getting your stuff here. It’ll be in your room sometime tomorrow morning.”
This was a lot more information than what was said, and still Y/N felt the need to clarify, “So I’m staying? Like, here?”
“Yeah. I mean, this is where I live and I guess I’m your guardian now, so this is home.��� Tony seemed to be speaking aimlessly, struggling to find the right words.
“Weird,” Y/N responded simply, sitting on her hands uncomfortably.
“Weird,” Tony agreed before remaining silent for another hopelessly long amount of time. The moon was beginning to take place in the early-evening lavender sky when he shifted, pointing his knees toward the teen. “Look, I am sorry but I really don’t remember your mother.”
“Why would you even say that?” Y/N asked, suddenly standing up and facing the now small looking man on the couch.
Tony sat up and defensively snapped back, “I was just trying to be honest-”
“Honest doesn’t make it okay. I don’t know you. You’re a strange man who sexed my mother, and now I’m standing in your house without warning. I am not here for honest right now,” Y/N ranted. Her face was heating up and she felt the need to begin pacing a small path in front of him, only about a meter wide. “And where was that honesty when you decided to stab me in the fucking neck?”
“I had to make sure you weren’t just another ‘fake news’ case.” Tony’s face turned harder as he now stood up from the couch, not much taller than Y/N, and probably not as threatening as he would like to be as a consequence. “I’m trying to tell you that I cannot remember anything about that night. I don’t remember your mother. From what I can tell, I was so blackout drunk that night I forgot to use a condom. My mistake.”
Y/N jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” she shouted. “I didn’t have a choice to be born. I just was; whatever the reason. I just lost my entire family and now I’m supposed to live with a strange man. I’m scared!” She near screamed.
“Well I’m scared, too, kid,” Tony stated firmly, staring her down. “Neither of us asked for this, okay? I’m not a dad. I don’t have the prerequisites for that. I’m just a guy who now has custody of a teenager. What am I supposed to do with that?” The sound of his voice beginning to break apart sobered Y/N from her previous state of anger. The man took a calming breath before continuing, “I’m trying to be honest about not remembering your mother so you don’t have any pretenses about me. I can’t be your parent—not in the way she was.”
“She was a bitch anyway,” Y/N commented submissively, plopping back on the couch.
“You don’t miss her?” Tony sat down again, this time next to her. His words, for the first time, expressed genuine interest.
“I mean, I do, like she cared for me and all, but she had her shortcomings, too. She lied about who my biological father was for the last 17 year of my life, which is all of them, so that kind of sucks.” Y/N felt a little embarrassed about the dialectics she was toying with, and felt the need to simplify it all into a simple, “It’s complicated.”
“I get that,” Tony agreed, cautiously placing an arm along the back of the couch behind Y/N’s head. “My old man was a pain in the ass. Couldn’t even find the time to acknowledge my existence. Then after he died I found out about Project Arsenal.” The curious teen looked Stark in the eyes for the first time that night and pulled her legs onto the couch so she could sit sideways and face him. “It saved my life, but it still doesn’t make up for getting ignored through an entire childhood.”
“Big mood,” Y/N nodded.
“Big what?”
“Big mood,” Y/N repeated. Tony turned his palms up and shook his head, making her giggle to know that even if he is one of the most relevant people in the world, he still was an old guy who didn’t know the lingo. “It’s like, I feel that. You know?” For the first time since meeting the world famous Tony Stark, she saw a genuine smile begin to play at the corner of his lips. “You’re not getting this, are you?” Y/N presumed. “It means it’s relatable,” she tried again, laughing at the strange man. She knew he was right in that he couldn’t be a “dad” to her, but if this was Tony, she figured she could survive having one of those.
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Stark Contrast: Introduction
Masterlist || Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four (pt 1) | Chapter Four (pt 2)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Word count: 3,632
Warnings: Swearing, reference to familial death, mentions of sex, mention of a drop of blood
Chapter Summary: Y/N first meets Tony Stark as his illegitimate daughter from a party 17 years ago. As Mr. Stark and her lawyer discuss custody, she must ponder if this is even something she wants.
A/N: The beginning is finally here! I hope you all enjoy this introductory chapter. It’s really focused on introducing the character of Y/N and how she came to live with Tony. Peter and the whole big bang will begin in Chapter One, I promise! Also, I know Project Arsenal is something completely different in the comics, but here I’m using it to refer to the new element that saved Tony’s life in Iron Man 2. Please feel free to comment, reblog, send me an ask, anything helps. I want to hear from you all, even if you just want to tell me how your day is going!!!
If you want to be added to the tag list for this fic, Inbox me and I‘ll add your username. Members of the tag list MUST reblog. I look forward to your feedback, friends!
Throughout her childhood, somewhere buried in a musty old closet was a document that held more family secrets than Y/N could care to know. Not that her life was great before Pandora’s Box opened. Her parents tried, but there was always that surreptitious foundation that made her feel like a black sheep, just left of center, and still outside the circle. One small life-ending car accident later, and she was discovered. The illegitimate daughter of Tony Stark, a poor girl from the slums of some nameless city in the midwest now suddenly torn away to upstate New York, riding in the car alongside a lawyer who was nervously adjusting his tie and preparing his big case. The clammy man awkwardly muttered an explanation about why this was not just another false claim, that this was his actual DNA pulsing through the result of a wild after party he threw in Seattle 17 years ago.
The driveway up to the obscene white building was long, winding and pointless. The security was at every corner, the vehicle constantly being stopped by AI surveillance that needed yet another verification. A scan here, a code there. Y/N couldn’t help but play with the automatic window in her boredom. The glass slid up and down with the flick of a switch. The sound of the outside air rushing in before being funnelled and cut off amused her childish mind, and the cold autumn air dusting over her cheeks was refreshing. Just the feeling of having control over the window made Y/N feel more secure in her current, dodgy affair. The car pulled up to the main entrance and beyond the silver-framed glass doors a large empty lobby could be seen, like a pristine shopping mall without the stores and gum-ball machines. The nervous man beside Y/N took a deep breath and then eagerly unlatched the door and pushed his way out. When she heard the door loudly click shut behind him, Y/N shrugged and shoved her shoulder into the door to follow suit.
It was sunny outside. The kind of beautiful August day that had no right to be so summer-y. The warmth radiated into Y/N’s cheek as she gazed upon the vast white monstrosity. She slowly stepped around in a circle, noticing the quin-jet on the runway in the front lawn and the slightly demolished trees of the uncultivated forest along the shoreline, flickers of the ocean water glimmering through the branches as it sloshed against the land. It was as ugly as it was beautiful. Y/N closed her eyes, just for a moment, and inhaled the fresh ocean air, it’s impurities tickling her nose as it rushed to her brain. She felt cleansed.
Finally, Y/N turned back around and jogged across the heated pavement to catch up with her lawyer, who was hurrying in a manner somewhere between stoic confidence and absolute frantic anxiety. The interior was a stark contrast to the bright white outside. A collection of black and grey floor tiles glowed in the natural light flooding in through the windows. Above their heads a couple of people in lab coats trotted across a glossy black catwalk, accented by the silver hardware that connected it to the glass panels and handrails. The two were speaking about in something that sounded like another language entirely, but she figured it had to be English given their London accents peeking through the dialogue. The whole place felt vast, but not empty.
A man approached, whom Y/N recognized as Harold Hogan, known to his friends as “Happy”. The man who was once Tony Stark’s bodyguard was now known for his responsibility in managing the operations of the Avengers Facility. His face was serious and his walk meant business. Y/N couldn’t imagine what inspired the nickname “Happy” outside of good, old-fashion sarcasm.
“Adam Goldberg?” Happy inquired, stepping up to Y/N’s lawyer with a slight scowl. Goldberg nodded tentatively, without any words. Happy huffed and turned to glare straight into Y/N’s eyes. “Is this your client?” he asked Goldberg passively, still staring at the teenager beside him.
“Yes,” Y/N heard Adam Goldberg state confidently as he straightened up. She was beginning to become annoyed by the accusing eyes of “Happy” Hogan.
Happy nodded, “Alright. You two follow me. Do not touch anything. Better yet, don’t look at anything. Look straight ahead the whole way.” The man turned and began briskly walking at a pace it was hard to keep up with. Goldberg looked excited as the two of you trotted along, like a little kid on ‘Bring Your Kid to Work Day’, like this was his first big case. In fact, it probably was to some extent. How many cases could possibly warrant meeting a celebrity the likes of Tony Stark? Y/N shook her head at his ignorant bedside manner. This was her life in the hands of a billionaire and whether or not he’d really want to take the responsibility of a child he never knew he had. Quite simply, it was stressful. So when Happy Hogan stopped on the side of a glossy black door, it’d be safe to say her heart stopped for a few seconds.
Mr. Goldberg reached for the golden door handle and eagerly pulled it open. Y/N couldn’t see behind his broad, suit-jacket wearing shoulders, adding to her heightened anxiety. She followed the grey-wool clad mass that was her lawyer into a dark office. Goldberg finally stepped aside to take a seat and Y/N’s breath hitched as she was faced with Tony Stark, slouched in a chair behind a large black desk and surrounded by gunmetal grey computers and machines. The room was lit up almost exclusively by the bright blue displays, depicting blueprints and schematics that seemed incomprehensibly detailed. Quickly, she took the seat to the right of Goldberg. It was strange to sit so close to a celebrity. She could see his pores, the faint scar across his left cheek and the grey hairs peeking out in his beard and his hairline. It all made him seem so real and human. The visual appearance of age made Y/N relax some as the feeling that this man was no longer the party monster that brought her into this world. He was a superhero, and that had to mature someone.
Still, she just lost her family, was at a meeting to determine what stranger she’d get tossed off to, and she wanted to be angry at this man. It was his immaturity that put her in a childhood of poverty. A rich man who had a fun night with a poor woman, and left her to raise the child. There was the small detail that her mother never told this Tony Stark that Y/N ever existed, but how would she even have gone about that? One night at a party doesn’t exactly warrant exchanging contact information on a hunk of Blackberry phone.
“Mr. Stark-” Goldberg began but was too startled to finish as Tony wordlessly jumped up from his chair and began working his way around the desk.
“So you’re what, fifteen?” Tony inquired dismissively, tapping a large silver pen against his palm as he meandered toward Y/N.
“Seventeen,” Y/N corrected passively, not hesitating long enough to skip a beat.
“And I’m just finding out about this now? A little suspicious, don’t you think?” Mr. Stark continued as he cornered around the evidently invisible lawyer.
Goldberg interrupted, “Sir, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t address my client directly-“
“I guess my mother just didn’t think you were the “father” type, though I can’t see why. Seems you made a pretty good sugar daddy for her,” Y/N remarked over her lawyer. It felt good to just give in to her hormonal teenage whims. She wanted to act out, and if there was a place to do it, of course it was this very important meeting.
Tony stopped and smiled. He set a hand on Goldberg’s shoulder and leaned in. “I like her,” he commented, before looking back at Y/N. She crossed her arms, leather jacket squeaking, and slouched back in her chair in defense. His face was different now. It showed a level of disassociation mixed with curiosity that quite frankly scared the teen he was staring down. It was like looking at an angry parent mocking fake innocence before blowing their top. The big crazy eyes and the slow approach. Y/N chewed her lip nervously as Tony Stark stepped behind her chair and set his hands on the corners of the backrest.
A zap ran down Y/N’s spine and she jumped away from Tony in her chair, yelling, “Ouch!” as her hand flew up to the back of her neck. It was wet and she pulled her hand down to see a small spot of blood on her palm, nothing that wouldn’t stop in a matter of seconds, and still blood. “What the hell?” Y/N yelled, shifting in her chair to face Tony Stark. She was shocked, confused, angry, and she wanted answers even if she couldn’t form a sentence that communicated any of that.
“DNA test,” Tony shrugged, pulling back the object Y/N had previously thought was a pen, and now understood to be the machine that stabbed her moments ago. The man smirked at the obnoxious teen's obvious frustration as he backed away confidently.
“You couldn’t have just asked?” Y/N sputtered.
“You see, I really couldn’t have,” Tony sighed. “DNA tests are a tricky thing. Could be faked, could be toxic, and it was much more fun to see your face do that thing.”
“What thing?” The insecurity was already forming, though for what she didn’t know. She watched as the man placed the not-a-pen object into a slot that had opened up in his desk. It disappeared before their eyes as it was sucked away.
“Mr. Stark, really-“ Goldberg tried again, only for Tony to ignore him and begin explaining.
“We’ll see the results from that in a few seconds, and then we can talk.”
Y/N adjusted in her chair. She really didn’t know what would happen. For all she knew, she wasn’t actually Tony Stark’s kid and her mother was a compulsive liar. All she had to tell her otherwise was a shitty piece of paper that had been hidden in a closet for years if not her entire life. And what if she was Tony Stark’s daughter? Would that really be any better? He was an annoying, childish stranger from what she had seen and what business did he have suddenly trying to be a father? That is, if he even would try. It was all very agonizing, and Y/N found herself compulsively tugging at the sleeves of her leather jacket.
“Now I’m gonna be honest with you, kid,” Tony started, “I don’t remember your mother at all. I don’t remember a lot of women, to her credit, but when someone starts knocking down your door claiming they have your DNA, you have to be careful,” Y/N couldn’t tell if she wanted to roll her eyes or cry at what this man was saying. She felt lost and lonely, and he was definitely only making it worse. “Especially now. We don’t know who’s out there, and when the media has given us the whole ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ gig, who knows what kind of people-”
“The results are in, Sir.” It was like a voice from the sky. Y/N hadn’t noticed any speakers in the room, and wasn’t prepared to be hearing the voice of this AI interface the entire world had heard about without actually hearing it, called “J.A.R.V.I.S.”
“Right on time,” Tony commented, plopping back down into his chair, slightly sideways with a leg hanging over the armrest. “What’ve you got for me, Jarvis?”
“It’s a match.” Tony’s smug faced drained into a pale expression of nothingness. He stared vacantly into the wall beyond his dangling leg.
“Get out,” Tony mumbled.
“What?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke, though her face was contorted in a type of concern and confusion she had never known.
“Get out, kid,” Tony commanded aggressively as he once again stood up, mentioning, “I want to talk to your lawyer,” as he hurried around the desk and opened the office door. Y/N kept staring at the manic man as he gestured like a doorman. “Vamoose. Move your caboose, kid, I’ve not got time to read you a whole Dr. Seuss book,” Stark complained as he dropped an exhausted hand.
Hurriedly, Y/N collected herself and scuttled out the door, not sure where she was supposed to go while this was going on, or what that even meant. She gasped as the door slammed behind her, wind gusting through her hair at the sudden movement. Her brows knit together and her lips gaped as she began to panic. Eyes watering as she stared at the floor. A throat clearing beside her pulled her back into reality, turning to see the now softer, yet clearly uncomfortable face of Happy Hogan. He didn’t even speak, just nodded his head to the side and started walking. Y/N followed him as she presumed that is what he intended, though everything seemed so different here it was hard to tell. He led her into an open lounge they had passed on the way to Tony’s office earlier. There was a wall of windows behind a large black leather couch, that made a “U” shape around an unlit stone fireplace. Directly behind was a bar lined with various expensive-looking liquor bottles. Y/N turned to look at Happy, trying to figure out if this was where she was supposed to be. He shifted awkwardly and nodded toward the couch while clearing his throat again. She sadly looked at the floor and walked over to the couch, taking a seat before looking back for approval from Happy, still back at the walkway. Upon seeing her on the couch, he promptly walked off back toward Tony’s office. She was alone.
She was crying before she could even process it. Y/N hated crying, but here she was doing it. A tear here for how overwhelmed she was, a sniff there for how scared she was, and a long exhale for how exhaustingly alone she felt. Time was slow. Even as the orange glow of sunset flooded into the room, Y/N felt as though she’d be trapped in that awful moment forever. She watched the sun sink lower into the sky as her tears dried, the weight of a thousand buildings on her chest. It was devastating as the burning light silhouetted the trees and glimmered in the ocean. After what she could swear had been hours, Y/N finally heard placid voices and turned to the open end of the room that aligned with the hallway. She saw Happy and Mr. Goldberg walk past, their giant shadows hurrying against the warm glow of the wall behind them. Neither so much as turned to look at her. She caught only a fragment of their conversation. Something about the logistics of transferring materials, but they disappeared behind the second wall so quickly. Y/N couldn’t be bothered with being concerned anymore. It had been too many hours that day she had worried, so she shrugged off the appearance and turned back to the last of the sunset. The flaming orb had all but disappeared, and all that was left of its presence was a pink hue over the shoreline. Sunset always moved at such an exponential pace. Once it was almost over, you’d blink and it’d be done.
It was beginning to grow dim in the room. It had probably been about 15 minutes since Mr. Goldberg had left and the windows were providing minimal light, but the whole place was muted and blue without the sun to light it up. Y/N almost found herself feeling drowsy, but was pulled right back as suddenly the fluorescent ceiling lights popped on, causing her to swing her head around suddenly to find the source, eventually landing on a tentative Tony Stark not quite standing in the room as he half hid behind the wall closest to his office.
“Hey, kid,” Tony greeted calmly, as he walked into the space, hands hidden in the pockets of his blue jeans. The imposing glow of his chest piece polluted his black t-shirt as he approached Y/N. She watched him carefully as he sat down beside her, about another person’s worth of space between them. It was quiet. They both stared at their own shuffling feet and between the two of them, nothing was said for what seemed like an eternity. “Happy talked to Goldberg about getting your stuff here. It’ll be in your room sometime tomorrow morning.”
This was a lot more information than what was said, and still Y/N felt the need to clarify, “So I’m staying? Like, here?”
“Yeah. I mean, this is where I live and I guess I’m your guardian now, so this is home.” Tony seemed to be speaking aimlessly, struggling to find the right words.
“Weird,” Y/N responded simply, sitting on her hands uncomfortably.
“Weird,” Tony agreed before remaining silent for another hopelessly long amount of time. The moon was beginning to take place in the early-evening lavender sky when he shifted, pointing his knees toward the teen. “Look, I am sorry but I really don’t remember your mother.”
“Why would you even say that?” Y/N asked, suddenly standing up and facing the now small looking man on the couch.
Tony sat up and defensively snapped back, “I was just trying to be honest-”
“Honest doesn’t make it okay. I don’t know you. You’re a strange man who sexed my mother, and now I’m standing in your house without warning. I am not here for honest right now,” Y/N ranted. Her face was heating up and she felt the need to begin pacing a small path in front of him, only about a meter wide. “And where was that honesty when you decided to stab me in the fucking neck?”
“I had to make sure you weren’t just another ‘fake news’ case.” Tony’s face turned harder as he now stood up from the couch, not much taller than Y/N, and probably not as threatening as he would like to be as a consequence. “I’m trying to tell you that I cannot remember anything about that night. I don’t remember your mother. From what I can tell, I was so blackout drunk that night I forgot to use a condom. My mistake.”
Y/N jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” she shouted. “I didn’t have a choice to be born. I just was; whatever the reason. I just lost my entire family and now I’m supposed to live with a strange man. I’m scared!” She near screamed.
“Well I’m scared, too, kid,” Tony stated firmly, staring her down. “Neither of us asked for this, okay? I’m not a dad. I don’t have the prerequisites for that. I’m just a guy who now has custody of a teenager. What am I supposed to do with that?” The sound of his voice beginning to break apart sobered Y/N from her previous state of anger. The man took a calming breath before continuing, “I’m trying to be honest about not remembering your mother so you don’t have any pretenses about me. I can’t be your parent—not in the way she was.”
“She was a bitch anyway,” Y/N commented submissively, plopping back on the couch.
“You don’t miss her?” Tony sat down again, this time next to her. His words, for the first time, expressed genuine interest.
“I mean, I do, like she cared for me and all, but she had her shortcomings, too. She lied about who my biological father was for the last 17 year of my life, which is all of them, so that kind of sucks.” Y/N felt a little embarrassed about the dialectics she was toying with, and felt the need to simplify it all into a simple, “It’s complicated.”
“I get that,” Tony agreed, cautiously placing an arm along the back of the couch behind Y/N’s head. “My old man was a pain in the ass. Couldn’t even find the time to acknowledge my existence. Then after he died I found out about Project Arsenal.” The curious teen looked Stark in the eyes for the first time that night and pulled her legs onto the couch so she could sit sideways and face him. “It saved my life, but it still doesn’t make up for getting ignored through an entire childhood.”
“Big mood,” Y/N nodded.
“Big what?”
“Big mood,” Y/N repeated. Tony turned his palms up and shook his head, making her giggle to know that even if he is one of the most relevant people in the world, he still was an old guy who didn’t know the lingo. “It’s like, I feel that. You know?” For the first time since meeting the world famous Tony Stark, she saw a genuine smile begin to play at the corner of his lips. “You’re not getting this, are you?” Y/N presumed. “It means it’s relatable,” she tried again, laughing at the strange man. She knew he was right in that he couldn’t be a “dad” to her, but if this was Tony, she figured she could survive having one of those.
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Texas Personal Injury Owner and Founder James Amaro Named to 2022 Super Lawyers and Top 100 Houston From Super Lawyers
Houston, Texas, United States – July 3, 2022 — Amaro Law Firm, a leading personal injury law firm based in Houston, TX, is delighted to announce that their owner and founder James Amaro was recently named to 2022 Super Lawyers and additionally to the Top 100 Houston from Super Lawyers. To receive both of these sought-after awards is an excellent achievement and one that demonstrates the high regard within which James is viewed by his peers.
Super Lawyers are nominated via peer nominations and evaluations combined with independent research. Each candidate is evaluated on 12 indicators of peer recognition and professional achievement. Selections are made on an annual, state-by-state basis. The objective is to create a credible, comprehensive, and diverse listing of outstanding attorneys that can be used as a resource for attorneys and consumers searching for legal counsel. Since Super Lawyers is intended to be used as an aid in selecting a lawyer, we limit the lawyer ratings to those who can be hired and retained by the public.
Each year, Super Lawyers recognizes the top lawyers in Texas via a patented multiphase selection process involving peer nomination, independent research, and peer evaluation. The Texas lawyers who receive the highest point totals during this selection process are further recognized in Texas Super Lawyers Top Lists.
“I am honored to have received these two awards, which I hope reflects the hard work, dedication, and commitment that my team and I put into every case we work on,” said James Amaro. “Although I have been a lawyer for many years, I still have the same amount of passion and determination to deliver justice for my clients and ensure that they receive the maximum compensation to which they are entitled. “
About Super Lawyers
Super Lawyers is a national attorney rating service that identifies and ranks “outstanding lawyers from more than 70 practice areas who have attained a high degree of peer recognition and professional achievement.”
To select the best attorneys in each field, Super Lawyers screens peer-nominated candidates, via “a patented multiphase selection process” that includes independent research and “12 indicators of peer recognition and professional achievement.”
Ultimately, the goal is to develop “a credible, comprehensive and diverse listing of outstanding attorneys” that can help the public make more informed choices about their legal counsel.
About the Amaro Law Firm
The Amaro Law Firm is a premier personal injury law firm, with its principal location in Houston, TX, and eight other offices across Texas in San Antonio, Dallas, Sugar Land, The Woodlands, Clear Lake, Corpus Christi, Austin, and Lakeway.
Backed by decades of trial experience and a relentless dedication to secure justice and financial recoveries for the injured, the team represents survivors and families in an array of personal injury claims, including (but not limited to) cases involving truck accidents, car crashes, work accidents, offshore injuries, pharmaceutical injuries, product liability, premises liability, dog bites, and wrongful death.
At the Amaro Law Firm, the team is driven to relentlessly fight for what’s right and to seek fair, just outcomes for their clients no matter how challenging a case may be — and no matter how tough the odds or opponents are. The company is also devoted to providing compassionate, responsive counsel so their clients have the support and guidance they need to make the best decisions for them, their cases, and their overall recoveries.
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Houston Injury Attorney
Gary M. Freeman, Attorney at Law, stands as a highly regarded Houston Injury Attorney, renowned for his dedication to advocating for those affected by various types of injuries. With a wealth of legal expertise and a steadfast commitment to his clients, Gary M. Freeman navigates the complexities of injury law with compassion and precision.
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about emmeline
hi hello, I’m gem, and I write emmeline, the sugar spun angel of my heart. see all of her info under the read more (note: physical/emotional abuse mention).
emmeline grew up in the perfect family -- she had the perfect parents and the perfect little brother and they all lived in the perfect house. she was well-behaved and did well enough in school to never disappoint her parents. emmeline was always quiet and shy, but she was popular due to her sweet and vulnerable nature. her family was wealthy and she was included in the popular crowd from the time she was small. she was a cheerleader and was voted homecoming queen alongside her boyfriend of eight months, the stereotypical captain of the football team.
her life was touched by grace, but not everything was as perfect as it seemed to outsiders.
when emmeline was a child, her life was about as near as perfect as it could have been. when she was in middle school, her father was promoted at his job, and what should have been something to celebrate became a source of constant stress. her father became surly and began taking out his irritation on his family, snapping at them and berating them for any noise they made while he was trying to work. emmeline, quiet to begin with, sank into the shadows, but her brother max wasn’t as inclined to silence. while emmeline’s father would often ignore her or knowingly intimidate her, he never put a hand on her. max wasn’t so lucky and would often end up physically pushed aside or slapped when he got too loud. at first, emmeline’s mother tried to protect her children but it was easier for her to lose herself in a bottle of wine than to call attention to herself. eventually she completely stopped trying, and the entire de vaux family learned how to best navigate their patriarch’s moods.
shortly before the end of her senior year, when emmeline was seventeen, her brother max came home late for curfew. their father was already fired up about something completely unrelated, and his temper completely unraveled. though her father would later swear it was an accident, emmeline was standing in front of her door when her father pushed max against the bannister. she saw him do it, and while he maybe wasn’t trying to throw max over, that was exactly what happened. the paramedics said that because of the way he landed on his head, he didn’t feel any pain, but emmeline was haunted by the look of fear on his face as he fell.
emmeline didn’t stick around for the trial -- she knew her father’s lawyers would try to call her in his defense. as soon as she graduated, she left town. she has spent the last year running from town to town, living in her car and saving every bit of money she could to pay for gossamer.
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Do you need a Houston Texas personal injury lawyers?
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Houston Injury Attorney: Your Trusted Help for Personal Injury Cases
When accidents happen, they can leave you with severe injuries, mounting medical bills, and a maze of legal complexities. In such distressing times, Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney, stands as a beacon of hope and justice. We are dedicated to providing comprehensive legal support for victims of personal injuries in Houston. Our team of experienced attorneys ensures that you receive the compensation you deserve while you focus on recovery.
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Understanding Oil Field Accidents
Oil fields are some of the most hazardous workplaces, with workers facing numerous risks daily. Accidents in these environments can lead to severe injuries or even fatalities. Common causes of oil field accidents include equipment failure, explosions, and falls. Victims of such accidents often require specialized legal representation to navigate the complexities of their cases.
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Initial Consultation and Case Evaluation
The journey to justice begins with a free initial consultation. During this meeting, we evaluate the details of your case, discuss your legal options, and outline the next steps. Our goal is to provide you with a clear understanding of the process and what to expect.
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A thorough investigation is crucial for building a strong personal injury case. Our team collects all relevant evidence, including medical records, accident reports, witness statements, and expert opinions. We leave no stone unturned in our quest to establish liability and prove the extent of your injuries.
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Insurance companies often attempt to minimize payouts to injury victims. Our experienced negotiators engage with these companies on your behalf, advocating for fair compensation. We have the skills and knowledge to counter lowball offers and ensure that your rights are protected.
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If a fair settlement cannot be reached, we are prepared to take your case to court. Our trial attorneys have extensive courtroom experience and a track record of success. We present a compelling case to the judge and jury, fighting tirelessly for the justice and compensation you deserve.
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Conclusion
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Here's the Complete Guide to Finding Personal Injury Lawyers in Willowbrook And Rosenberg
When faced with the aftermath of an injury, navigating the legal system can be daunting. Whether you've been in a car accident, suffered a slip and fall, or experienced any other form of personal injury, having the right attorney by your side can make all the difference. In Willowbrook and Rosenberg, where the legal landscape can be complex, it's crucial to choose a personal injury attorney Willowbrook and Personal Injury Lawyer Roseberg with the experience, expertise, and dedication to fight for your rights.
Understanding Personal Injury Law in Willowbrook and Rosenberg
Personal injury law covers a broad spectrum of cases, ranging from motor vehicle accidents to medical malpractice, product liability, and more. In Willowbrook and Rosenberg, victims of personal injury have the right to seek compensation for their damages, including medical expenses, lost wages, pain and suffering, and other losses incurred as a result of the accident.
Why Choose Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney?
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Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney, brings years of experience and a proven track record of success to the table. With a deep understanding of personal injury law in Willowbrook and Rosenberg, Mr. Freeman has successfully represented countless clients in a wide range of cases. From negotiating settlements to litigating in the courtroom, he has the skills and knowledge necessary to achieve the best possible outcome for his clients.
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At Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney, we understand that every case is unique. That's why we take the time to listen to our clients, understand their needs and concerns, and develop personalized legal strategies tailored to their specific situation. From the initial consultation to the resolution of the case, we are committed to providing compassionate guidance and support every step of the way.
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Here's A Complete Guide to Finding Lawyers in Houston Who Can Help with Truck Accidents and Wrongful Death Cases
At Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney, we understand the devastating impact that truck accidents and wrongful deaths can have on individuals and families in Houston. As seasoned trial attorneys specializing in personal injury law, we are committed to providing compassionate and aggressive legal representation to those who have been affected by such tragic events. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the nuances of truck accidents and wrongful death cases, offering insights and resources to help you navigate these challenging circumstances.
Understanding Truck Accidents in Houston
Truck accidents can result in catastrophic injuries and fatalities due to the sheer size and weight of commercial vehicles. In Houston, a bustling metropolitan area with extensive interstate highways and major thoroughfares, truck accidents are unfortunately not uncommon. Factors such as driver fatigue, impaired driving, speeding, improper maintenance, and distracted driving contribute to the prevalence of truck accidents on Houston roads.
The Role of a Houston Truck Accident Lawyer
If you or a loved one has been involved in a truck accident in Houston, it is crucial to seek legal representation from a skilled Houston truck accident lawyer. An experienced attorney can advocate for your rights and pursue maximum compensation for your injuries, medical expenses, lost wages, and pain and suffering. At Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney, we have a proven track record of success in handling complex truck accident cases and holding negligent parties accountable for their actions.
Steps to Take After a Truck Accident
After a truck accident, prioritizing your safety and well-being is paramount. Here are some essential steps to take following a truck collision:
Seek Medical Attention: Even if your injuries seem minor, it is important to undergo a thorough medical evaluation to document any injuries and receive prompt treatment.
Contact Law Enforcement: Report the accident to the authorities and ensure that a police report is filed. This documentation will be valuable evidence in your case.
Gather Evidence: Take photographs of the accident scene, including vehicle damage, skid marks, and road conditions. Collect contact information from witnesses and exchange insurance details with the truck driver.
Avoid Making Statements: Refrain from admitting fault or discussing the details of the accident with the truck driver or insurance representatives. Anything you say can be used against you in future legal proceedings.
Consult with a Lawyer: Schedule a consultation with a qualified Houston truck accident lawyer to discuss your rights and legal options. An attorney can provide personalized guidance based on the specifics of your case.
Seeking Justice in Wrongful Death Cases
Losing a loved one due to someone else's negligence or wrongdoing is a devastating experience. In Houston, wrongful death claims arise from various circumstances, including car accidents, medical malpractice, workplace accidents, and criminal acts. When pursuing a wrongful death claim, it is essential to enlist the services of a compassionate and experienced wrongful death lawyer Houston who can navigate the complexities of the legal system on your behalf.
How a Wrongful Death Lawyer Can Help
At Gary M. Freeman, Injury Trial Attorney, we understand the sensitive nature of wrongful death cases and the profound impact they have on families. Our dedicated legal team provides comprehensive support and representation to surviving family members, seeking justice and compensation for their loss. We handle all aspects of the legal process, allowing families to focus on grieving and healing while we pursue accountability and financial recovery.
Types of Damages in Wrongful Death Claims
In Texas, eligible family members may pursue various types of damages in a wrongful death claim, including:
Medical Expenses: Costs associated with the deceased's medical treatment and care before their passing.
Funeral and Burial Expenses: Expenses related to funeral services, burial or cremation, and memorial arrangements.
Lost Income and Benefits: Compensation for the deceased's lost earning capacity, including future income and benefits.
Loss of Companionship and Consortium: Damages for the emotional suffering, loss of guidance, and support experienced by surviving family members.
Punitive Damages: In cases involving egregious negligence or intentional misconduct, punitive damages may be awarded to deter similar behavior in the future.
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