ncis gibbs and tony kate 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.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?