"You sure you want to do this, Darce?" asked Tony for the 50th's time that day.

Pepper looked worriedly at her daughter. "There is no turning back after this, Darcy."

Darcy rolled her eyes, looking at her parents across the table. "I'm sure; I'm sick of living this lie. For once in my life, I want to be Darcy Tonya Stark-Potts. I want people to know I'm Dad's kid and that I'm not ashamed of that. I'm a Stark, we have a proud heritage and I want people to know that, not have to hide in the shadows like a dirty family secret."

Tony winced, reaching out to squeeze his daughter's hand. "You know I'm proud of you, right Darce? Really, really proud. You are literally my best contribution to the world."

"I know, Dad," assured Darcy. "I'm awesome. You tell me that all the time. But I'm ready to accept being a Stark, with everything that means. And trust me, I know what that means. I've grown up watching it."

"This is going to be a PR nightmare," sighed Pepper even as she handed Darcy a pen. "Now, you need to sign here and here..."

(One Week Later)

"Woot! I win again!" shouted Darcy, her voice echoing down the hall and drawing Clint's meager attention.

He almost turned around and walked back to his bedroom to return to sleep. Seriously, it was too early for Stark Family Antics. Still, the allure of coffee was too strong to resist. Bracing himself for the chaos awaiting him, he pushed into the kitchen.

Newspapers were stacked across multiple surfaces in the kitchen, pages littering the floor. It was like walking into a printing office. Or a bad joke.

And standing in the middle of it, pads of paper in hand and bowls of M&M's between them, were a smirking Darcy and a scowling Tony.

"Fine, you were right about The National Tattler, but I still bet the Regional News went with illegitimate child," muttered Tony as he dug around in the stacks of paper.

"Sure Dad, whatever you say," assured Darcy with a smirk.

"Do I want to know what they're doing?" Steve's voice surprised Clint. He hadn't heard the super-soldier approaching.

Glancing behind him, he noted Steve was sweating, breath still a little labored. Probably just back from his run. Clint shook his head. "Don't know, I'm not sure what they're doing. Looks like it involves a bet, though."

"I still can't believe he gambles with his kid," muttered Steve. "It's just wrong."

Clint snorted a little. "Steve, what about this family strikes you as right? Er, normal."

The super-soldier just groaned as Clint entered he kitchen, eying the coffee pot hopefully. Darcy intercepted him as he rounded the island, holding out a cup of caffeinated goodness as an offering.

Clint blinked at the cup for a second before he took the offered drink in surprise. "Thanks." Taking a sip, he found the coffee made exactly to his liking.

Darcy offered him a quick grin before refocusing on Tony, who was looking more than a little unhappy. "They fail you too, Dad?"

"Why does everything think I married someone half my age?" growled Tony. "I'm not that much of a deviant."

"I should probably be worried you even describe yourself as a deviant," commented Darcy as Clint spit out some of his coffee behind her. She passed him a napkin without looking at him, shaking her head at her father. "And people think that's what happened because most people can't manage to hide the presence of a child who's living with them for almost 22 years."

"Your mother is solely responsible for that," informed Tony firmly. "She's a PR wizard."

"Trust me, I know," assured Darcy as Clint finally managed to stop coughing.

Clearing his throat, Clint snatched up one of the papers only to find a photo of Tony plastered across the front with the headline: "TONY STARK: MARRIED AT LAST?" splayed over the top. Skimming the article, he spotted Darcy's name almost immediately in the jumble of text. Well, part of her name. "I thought your full name was Darcy Tonya Stark-Potts."

"It is," replied Darcy easily, eyes scanning the article that Clint was holding over his shoulder. "At least, it's supposed to be. Dad, the name change papers said 'Darcy Tonya Stark-Potts', right?"

"Huh?" asked Tony, glancing up from yet another paper. "Yeah, I thought so. Why?"

"'Cause this article doesn't include the 'Potts' bit, only the 'Darcy Tonya Stark' part," explained Darcy, brow furrowed. "I think I need to call Mom."

Tony frowned, taking the article as Darcy grabbed her cell from among the litter of paper and dialed her mother's number, hitting speaker phone once she had. Pepper picked up on the second ring. "Darcy, this isn't the best time. I'm a little busy at the moment."

"If you were busy right this second, you wouldn't have taken the call unless it was Jarvis or the fire department," dismissed Darcy. "Are you sure the 'Change of Name' form said 'Darcy Tonya Stark-Potts'? Because at least one of these newspapers-"

"Three," corrected Tony. "Three don't have your name right."

"Correction, at least three of these newspapers don't have my name right," stated Darcy. "They left off the 'Potts' part."

Pepper sighed on the other end of the phone. "So I noticed. I'm still trying to confirm that the paperwork was processed correctly. I know it was drawn up right, because I quadruple checked the name on the form myself. But Darcy, I need to go in order to figure this out."

"Alright Mom, love you," replied Darcy.

"I love you too," returned Pepper before hanging up the phone.

Darcy hit 'disconnect' and traded her phone for her coffee, sipping at the dark liquid thoughtfully. "So, Mom says the paperwork was right and she checked it herself, but she thinks they might not have processed it right. Apparently, she's already looking into it." Clint guessed the repetition was for her father's sake, because everyone else had clearly heard her.

"Pep'll get to the bottom of this," agreed Tony, flipping open another newspaper. "Finally! Someone who saw the truth. Take a look."

Turning the paper around, he pointed at an article printed on the front page. It was smaller than some article about two movie stars who'd just adopted their fifth kid, but still prominent on the page. The title read "Stark Household Welcomes Child". It went on to speculate that the child was likely adopted but the author was sure between Tony Stark and his assistant Pepper Potts, who's last name also appeared on the name-change form, the new child would be well loved.

"Well, they got the well-loved part right," muttered Darcy with a smirk. "Looks like the paper work was right, too. I wonder if the rest of the papers are just stupid."

"Or they saw the name 'Stark' in conjunction with a female's name and just assumed it was Tony getting married," argued Steve, glancing at the papers.

Clint shrugged. "Anyone jump to the conclusion that Pepper had just changed her name?"

"Not that I know of," stated Darcy, looking towards Tony. "Dad?"

"Haven't seen anything either," replied Tony with a shrug. "Wonder what's gonna happen if Pep and I decide to have a public ceremony."

Darcy grinned. "You guys should announce your marriage now, before we clear all of this up. Really give the press a headache."

"That's just evil," stated Clint with a smirk. "You've been hanging around with Loki again, haven't you?"

The brunette genius just whistled innocently.

Tony sighed, shaking his head. "Pep wants you to do an interview, by the way. She said something about it being 'the best way to clear this up'."

"That should be fun," sighed Darcy. "When's that?"

"No clue," replied Tony with a shrug. Putting down the last paper, he glanced at the two bowls of M&Ms between them. "So how much do I owe you?"

Darcy shrugged, looking through the M&M's in her bowl. "Looks like $700. How much do I owe you?"

"Only a hundred," sighed Tony, pouting slightly. "I can't believe I'm loosing my touch."

"Dad, you've never been able to predict media responses," argued Darcy. "That's what Mom does."

"True," admitted Tony, staring at the paper. "So are you thinking bon fire or cannon fodder?"

Darcy glanced at the papers for a moment, considering. "Recycling?"

Tony made a bit of a noise. "It is the responsible thing to do, and Pep is always telling me to be more responsible."

"Yeah, but that's not as fun," sighed Darcy with a touch of a pout. "I kinda wanna burn something."

"That's what controlled explosions are for," stated Tony with a smirk.

Darcy grinned. "Meet you outside in ten?"

"Make it fifteen," corrected Tony with a grin. "I think I might have found a new explosive we can test."

"Sweet!" exclaimed Darcy, kissing Clint on the cheek and practically bolting from the room with Tony strolling out behind her.

Clint sighed and shook his head. "Do you ever feel like we're living in some kind of a weird dream?"

"Dream?" repeated Steve with a shake of his head as he headed toward the kitchen door. "When Stark starts playing with explosives, it becomes a nightmare."