Yes, I've gone to the darkside- I've been writing Marvel Fanfics. This fic is about how life would be if Tony managed to have a daughter. It may be OOC, I'm trying to write Tont as he always is- careless, irresponsible, and badass, with a heart of gold. I'll gladly tske constructive criticism, however flames make me hulk out! Please review, if you don't like it respect that I simply enjoy writing for my own pleasure and don't be rude. Thanks and god bless!

CHAPTER 1

She opened the box as she stood at the table, grinning.

"This is a model ionizing glove- adapted from Iron Man's."

The judges looked at it skeptically. "Does it work?" the oldest of the few asked.

She nodded. "It does. I made it in the school science lab. If you'll direct your attention to the sheet metal to your right..." She slid her hand into the metal-like glove. It wasn't exactly like Iron man's, of course- it was just the scaffolding. Her flesh was clearly visible through the gaps between the metal poles, it looked almost like an arm brace- except it had the glowing ionizing reactor in the palm and wires. She flipped the breaker and it hummed ot life. She grinned.

"This is the ionizing glove." She lifted her arm, palm facing the target, and flipped the other breaker, providing the power flow to the main output source. It glowed white, charging up. She waited until her arm was practically vibrating from the energy of it all, and hit the button.

The output of raw power came, the flash of light. And then the blinding pain and screams before everything went black.

"Tony- we need you."

Tony looked up, surprised, from where he'd been tinkering with a possible new device for his suit.

Fury was on his computer monitor, staring at him through his one good eye.

"A mission?" he asked hopefully. He wouldn't mind that. Sure, Pepper would worry, but she didn't have to know...

"No. A twelve year old girl managed to replicate the ionizing glove from the Iron Man suit."

He sat, staring, before he grinned. "You're joking, right?"

Fury glared at him through his one good eye.

"All right, all right. The kid couldn't have done a good job, though..."

"Oh, she did. Blew a hole through the wall ahead of her, and the force threw her back through the wall behind her. She's lucky to be alive."

"What?" Tony gaped.

"Just meet me at the location." Fury ordered, before the screen went black.

Natalie entered, just then, clipboard in hand. "Your jet is waiting."

"Right..." he stood, still wondering how on earth a thirteen year old girl had managed to replicate the glove.

He spent his six hour flight to London pouring over the sketches the police had found in the girl's room. Pictures of him from the expo, glove lit up, about to fire. Complex equations, sketches... And from what he could tell, it would actually work.

His plane touched down and he met Fury.

"You see the sketches?" Fury asked.

Tony nodded, staying silent.

"Well?" Fury asked. "What do you think?"

"I'll need to talk to the girl to be sure." Tony said simply.

Fury nodded, and they entered the hospital. From there, he led Tony into the hospital room.

Tony let out a breath, shocked. The girl was in bed, an IV in her arm. Her ribs were wrapped, bandaged, and there were stitches in the back of her head. Her right arm was in a green cast.

There was an oxygen mask on her face, and she was what looked to be peacefully asleep.

Tony's eyes widened, though, and his brow furrowed. She was a child...

"She's lucky she doesn't have spinal damage." Nick said quietly.

Tony nodded. She could've died... The name on her wristband was Amy. Amy Khan. Well, she was clearly more advanced than most children her age...

He noticed the ionizing glove next to her and stared, looking down at it. It was rough, but it resembled one of his own prototypes...

It was smaller, made to fit her hand, and he gently undid the latch, opening it up. The battery, the wiring, it was a simple device, but the way she'd routed the power, it worked. She could've made it more efficient, definitely, but for a kid, it was exceptional.

"What do you think?" Nick asked quietly.

"She did it." Tony said. "It would've worked, if she'd had the rest of the iron man suit- part of the purpose of the metal legs is to brace it against the kick back from the glove. That was the only thing she didn't factor in."

Nick nodded, impressed. But they were presented with an entirely new problem, then.

"If she can build one, who else can?"

Just then the girl moaned from where she'd been lying on the bed. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened, revealing glassy green eyes, which drifted lazily around the room. She groped the oxygen mask for a minute, before yanking it off, wincing and forcing herself up on one elbow.

She blinked sluggishly- she was in the hospital. That much she could tell.

"Did you build this?" Tony asked, holding up the glove. She slowly turned to face him, looking blankly at it for a moment, eyes cloudy, before she nodded. She looked at him, wiping a hand across her bleary eyes. She was doped up on pain killers, but she licked her dry lips in an attempt to moisten them before speaking.

"D-did it work?" she croaked.

Tony grinned, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with her. "Yeah, kid, it worked."

Just then, a nurse entered. "She's just been taken off sedation, Mr. Stark. I'm afraid you'll have to come back in an hour, when she's more lucid."

"Right." Tony was still smiling, and Fury glowered at him as they walked out.

"Quit smiling, Stark." He barked. "This kid replicated one of your weapons and almost got herself killed. If she can replicate it, who's to say others can't? Stark! I said stop smiling!"

Tony stopped walking and turned to him. "Fine. Here's how I see it, then. No one could replicate the glove without intense study and a triple core lithium battery. Those are incredibly hard to find, I'm still not entirely sure how she got her hands on one. Not to mention it needs a liquid nitrogen cooling system to keep it operational- meaning that, if the kid HAD managed to get the proper bracing so the recoil didn't throw her through a wall, she wouldn't be able to shoot it more than once without it overheating and possibly blowing her arm off. Someone would need to crack the entire code and build a complete replica of the suit in order to have the proper cooling system. And no one can do that without us seeing where all these resources are being shipped and us putting the pieces together. Happy?"

"No." Fury growled. "The press is going to jump all over this, and there might be another senate hearing on how Iron Man should be strictly reserved for government operatives."

"I'll tell them what I told you." Tony assured him. "Or, Stark industries might make a big announcement tonight that totally trumps this. Maybe Kim Kardashian will get a restraining order or something." He pressed a button on his Bluetooth. "Hey, Natalie. Tell them to prep the jet again. Oh, have French fries or something, too. Something a kid would like. Tony out."

Nick was staring at him, bug-eyed. "You're taking her on your jet?"

"Why not?" Tony said, shrugging. "Hospitals are too depressing. Besides, you wanted me to talk to her..."

"You're going to need her parents' permission to do that. Unless you want to face kidnapping charges."

"Hey- it isn't kidnapping if she says she wants to go."