effy tony fanfiction

Someone put a bullet in my head. Joke's on them — it activated my system. Now I'm Tony Stark's forgotten twin brother with super strength, regeneration, and an adamantium skeleton. I fly faster than his suits. I hit harder than his missiles. And my motorcycle just turned into a woman with serious attitude problems. Obadiah wants us dead? He's decorating the sidewalk. S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to recruit me? I lead or I walk. They called me the useless playboy. Wait till they see what I unlock tomorrow.

So this guys dies, gets reincarnated to MCU as Tony Stark Well, he had a chat with god/random powerful guy before reincarnation so he got something. First time writing so please be gentle. I'm ok with comments and suggestions as well as loophole/problems. Also please keep them short. I'll Try once a week/maybe more. But can only promise once a month Disclaimer: I don't own the characters(mostly) they are Marvel.Disney/ Whoever Owns them. I was inspired by some fanfictions so you might see some similarities.

Reborn in the world of Marvel, became the illegitimate son of Tony Stark, and gained all the wisdom of the prodigy of robotics form big hero 6. This is the story of a young mechanical genius and his romantic father…

A single altered DNA report changes everything. Tony Stark—genius, billionaire, Iron Man—suddenly has a daughter. At first, he tells himself it’s only temporary. She’s hurting. I’ll tell her the truth once she’s stable. She’s still too young. I’ll explain when she’s older. Time passes. Then one day, the question no longer exists. What truth? Clara Stark is his daughter. End of discussion. No appeals allowed. From that moment on, Tony Stark becomes that dad. “My daughter is kind.” “My daughter is brilliant.” “My daughter is the best thing in this universe.” And anyone foolish enough to even think about hurting her should be prepared to face Iron Man’s full attention. Ultron: “…Father. Is using a gun acceptable?” But what no one knows—not even Tony—is that Clara Stark is more than a child born from tragedy. After a near-fatal accident, her body survives… but her soul does not remain alone. Within her awakens the consciousness of Emily Kruser, a twenty-two-year-old from another world. And something else awakens as well. Clara possesses a power so subtle that even she doesn’t realize it exists. People feel calmer around her. Anger softens. Hostility fades. Decisions shift—just enough. “She influences people,” Nick Fury says slowly. “Not directly. Not consciously.” “She bends outcomes without touching them.” “Mind control?” someone asks. The Watchers see it clearly. They do not interfere. They only observe. Her path is already set. Where she will fall… is inevitable. Tony Stark knows nothing of souls, Watchers, or cosmic destinies. He knows only this— A girl like her should never stand alone. This is a story of hidden power and quiet destiny. Of a genius who can build gods—but struggles to raise a daughter. Of family forged not by blood, but by choice. ------------------ Access Chapters in Advance on my Patreon: [email protected]/PokePals Disclaimer: This is a translation work. I do not own the original content.

Maybe I would be panicking if I woke up as Tony Stark when Thanos was snapping his fingers, but since I was reborn when Tony was 7 years old, I can only offer my condolences to Thanos and my future enemies. Oh, I forgot to mention, being rich, smart, handsome, and not being a jerk can do wonders in a polygamous relationship. Unfortunately, Tony Canon didn't know this. Author's note: Normally, I only write for myself, but I decided to post it and see the public's reaction. As far as this fanfic is concerned, in the first few chapters I rushed a lot as a novice author, but I think that apart from being rushed, they weren't bad quality. I've slowed down a lot in the current chapters. And in chapter 13, get ready for the cringest thing you'll ever see. Seriously, according to my readers, you'd better poke your eyes out, read that particular line, and then put your eyes back in. In that line, you'd better tell your mother to be prepared to call an ambulance, because it could be your last day of life. But in case you survive, don't comment that it's cringe, because I get it. And by default: I'm forced to say I don't have copyright on Marvel stuff.

Tony DiNozzo wakes at his desk across from Gibbs on a 2003 Navy Yard morning with two lifetimes of muscle memory in his hands and a ledger only he can see. He knows when Ari smiles into the bullpen. He knows what Jenny Shepard does to La Grenouille. He knows which head-slap is coming and which one he can earn his way out of. The pop-culture quips that read like deflection are now a deployed tool; the senior field agent hustle is the cover under the cover. Every cheap solve breeds a butterfly threat. Every fake-friend lie costs an emotional tier. Kate's clock is ticking, and the only person in the room watching him watch it is Gibbs.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"