Yay! New stories! So I'm obsessed with the idea and have probably read every single fic with this plot and there aren't enough so I decided to write one. This is the first one in a series of who knows how many. I'm writing the whole fic and then posting a chapter a day. This way if I get bored and don't finish the last published fic is complete and it seems like an appropriate ending. That sound good to you? Also note that timelines are for stupid people. In this fic Daisy was born July 2, 1992.

I hope you enjoy, and if you do please review.

Chapter 1

December 2007

Sister Olga was stupid.

Honestly, Mary Sue Poots didn't have a better adjective to describe the woman than that. Sure, nuns tended to be trusting, but this was an all time low. She honestly thought she could let Mary to digitize all the sealed adoption records and trust the girl not to look into her own? It wasn't even like Mary was known for following the rules. No, Sister Olga either was giving her permission to sneak a look at the sealed or stupid.

Actually, come to think of it, Mary was going to go with the former because well, if she was given permission, even implied permission, then it wasn't really wrong at all.

The file really wasn't half as exciting as Mary would have hoped. It listed her birthday as sometime early July or end of June, detailed the story of how she was found on the orphanage steps, and listed all the failed placements she'd gone through. None of it was really important at all.

Except for the letter no one ever thought to mention, the one that said- On your 18th birthday.

Mary was only 15, but no way in Heaven or Hell was she waiting another three years to read this document. The nuns had really left it unopened when it could have contained some clue as to who she was? Even a name they could have looked for instead of giving her such a stupid one. But of course they had not. Stupid goody-two-shoes nuns.

Well, Mary wasn't a goody-two-shoes and she wasn't waiting. She could have answers now, and while she was certainly not prepared for what this letter could tell her, she wasn't going to wait a minute before opening it.

My dearest Daisy,

By the time you are reading this, I will be long dead. There are many things about our family, about yourself, that you deserve to know. I do not have time to tell you of these are going to be safe, and that is all that matters.

Daisy, there are many things I wish I could tell you, but there are only two you must know. The first is that I love you more than anything in this world. I must send you away so you can live while I die, but know I love you even in the next life.

The second thing you must know my sweet Daisy is that your father is alive. He does not know you exist, and I doubt he even remembers me. I do not know whether or not it would be good for you to go to him, but you deserve the opportunity to do so if you wish. So I will tell you his name, however much it hurts me. Tony Stark.

Love you in any life,

Your Mother.

For a minute Mary couldn't breathe, and then she burst out laughing. This had to be some sort of joke. One of the other kids planted this letter to get a good laugh. Her father was not Tony Stark; the idea was too ridiculous.

So ridiculous that she laughed herself to tears, and brought Sister Olga down to check on her.

"Oh Mary," she whispered noticing the letter in the teen's hand. "We planned to give it to you when you turned 18, as the author requested. It was not our place to open it before then."

Mary stopped breathing. Wait, Sister Olga knew of this letter? Then… then it was really. It had really been left with her as a baby. This letter was actually from her mother. "Not your place?" When had those tears of laughter turned into tears of pain? "Not your place to read that letter and find out my name? Not your place to read that letter and tell me who my father is."

Sister Olga's face fell, "The letter speaks of your father?"

Mary nodded, tossing it at the nun's feet. "No wonder my mom left me here, she had to be crazy. She was probably lying about everything, not just who he was."

"Mary," the nun bent down, her robes rubbing against Mary as they had as long as the girl could remember. "Daisy," the teen looked up at the name her mom had written about. "I do not know if the content of this letter if true, but I have prayed to God every day that you would find your family. I swear to you that I will find out if this is true, if Tony Stark is your father."

Daisy suddenly wondered if she really wanted to know. Would it not be better just to take the new name and forget about the rest of the letter? Could she not just accept that her mom loved her and think her mom was delusional about whom her father was?

Unfortunately, she couldn't. Perhaps she really would have been better not to read the letter at all. Whether or not Tony Stark was actually her Father didn't matter-Daisy was well aware that her life would never be the same again.

From the moment Daisy first read that letter, her life shifted into a state of complete disarray. Sister Olga stayed true to her word and worked to get in contact with Tony Stark's assistant. Within days Sister Olga handed Daisy a kit. "The woman I talked to, a Miss Pepper Potts was very kind. She agreed to have a DNA sample tested, but wanted me to warn you that the chances of it being a match are very low. She has a half dozen people a year claiming they're a Stark, and none of them have ever turned out to be."

Daisy wasn't discouraged. If Tony Stark wasn't her dad she really didn't care that much. Actually, she was more concerned the test would come up positive. Taking on the name the letter gave her was easy- Mary Sue was the stupidest name ever. Taking on the father the letter named for her… well she wasn't even sure she wanted to.

But really, she had to. She couldn't just go on with her life pretending to be a normal high-school student. She couldn't just pretend that there wasn't a part of her that believed the letter, that believed Tony was her father. It seemed like a ridiculous idea, for someone like him to be related to her, but really it wasn't. He got around to dozens of women a year- surely he'd been with at least 50. And 98% of 50 was still one.

Was it likely she was that one, Hell no, but Daisy didn't doubt that somewhere out there Tony Stark had a child. And if he didn't he probably had a sibling, because Howard Stark wasn't exactly known for his chastity either.

Seven days. Seven days passed between when Daisy found the letter and when Sister Olga handed her a plane ticket. No words had to be spoken-both girls knew. The test came up positive; she was actually Tony Stark's daughter.

Daisy didn't know how to feel about that. The other kids, who'd somehow found out, were shocked. They swore it had to be some sort of mistake because no way could poopy Poots be Tony Stark's daughter. He was a billionaire genius… she… she was an awkward teenager who always got herself sent away.

But whatever the case, it was done. She knew who her father was. She wasn't an orphan. She was going to Malibu, and she was going to meet her father.

If a month ago someone told Daisy she was being flown out to Malibu to meet her father or to meet Tony Stark she would have been thrilled. Knowing they were the same person, however, well that put a damper on things. It shouldn't have, but it did.

The issue was that Tony Stark was not a father. Sure, the test said he was, but that didn't change what was in his heart. Was he a genius? Yes. Could he build any device you wanted? Sure. Did he know what it meant to be a responsible adult? Hell no. The only reason Daisy even existed was because of his less-than-clean lifestyle. The man was all flair no sincerity.

Daisy loved Tony Stark. She admired him and his work. She just didn't want to be his daughter.

But she was, and she had to accept it. Her life was never going to be normal because she chose to read that letter while still underage. In the morning she was going to board a plane and tomorrow night she will have met her father. Whatever happened now was certainly not the life of Mary Sue Poots-it was the life of Daisy Stark.