pepper potts protective of tony fanfic

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.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.