This is going to be a very long chapter so I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or it's characters, but if I did id be rich.

My new mother Pepper Potts was cuddling me to her chest as I felt eyes staring at me, but I couldn't turn my head. I started squirming in the warm blanket because of the eyes staring at me. Mom then started lifting me up into someone's arms and Tony Starks face came into view.

I studied his face noticing he looked younger than even his iron man movie self and wondered what time I was in. I gurgled and cooed at him as he looked at me with love and happiness.

I think I'm going to like this life and the pampering and being spoiled by the Tony Stark will be nice. I was never really spoiled or pampered in my first life I had to earn any of the things I did get by doing good in school and working my ass off in jobs. The more I stare at my new father I can feel myself slowly excepting this new life I've been given.

I wonder if I'll have a high IQ like my father and be able to invent stuff like he does. It would be cool and since I've been born to them it could be possible I might even gain some of there personality traits and loose some of my own bad habits. I don't look back at my old life and all the things I've been through in that life since it would only hurt to think about what I've lost instead I look to the future and how I could secure my survival in this world.

I'm snapped out of my pondering as my new father shifts in his pose of holding me. "Pepper What should we name our little girl." I hear my dad ask my mother. "I was thinking maybe Camille would be a good name." Hearing the name Pepper has given me I like it and it's better than my last name because I had been named after a cat.

My father seems to have a look of approval on his face as he replies to my mom. "I love it my little Camille, but what about a middle name for her." "I can't think of any good middle names for our daughter." I hear mom reply to dad as I try to wiggle out of the blanket that feels like an oven. "I have the perfect name." Dad says like he's had an epiphany while mom says "like what," in a sarcastic sort of way.

"You have no faith in my ability of coming up with a great name I have the perfect middle name and it is Marcia." Dad says all of this sounding so hurt to mom and I can't help, but giggle at dad. As I'm giggling I attracted dad's attention as he looked down at me and smiled. "My little Camille Marcia Stark hopefully a future prodigy" dad says with adoration in his voice.

I felt so happy hearing the unconditioned love in his words and that my new father could love me so much even on day one of my existence. I was handed back to pepper my new mom as she started humming a lullaby to me. I tried to fight the drowsiness that started to take over, but didn't win as I fell into a peaceful slumber.

**This is little bits of Camilles life**

Through the 5 years of my new life I have learned something about my parents and when I was born. First off is that my dad and mom are both now 29 and yeah you heard me right they are very young. Apparently mom met dad when she was applying for a job at you guessed it stark industries when she was 19 and they've been together for 10 years now. Although dad wasn't working at Stark industries at the time he was just hanging around the place when they met apparently he only became CEO when he was 21 or 22 and he was 24 when I was born.

I also found out that dad has been keeping me and mom a secret from the public because he doesn't want the pressure of there attention on us. I still don't know how he's kept us from the world for so long and I'm glad I don't have paparazzi trying to sneak a glimpse at me and follow everything I do. Afterall I was adorable with my short dark brown hair that was almost black with the prettiest green eyes I could almost instantly be recognised as a Stark.

Second off I was born on January 1st 1994 and since I'm now five I have 9 years before the marvel events start if this is even the marvel movie verse anymore.

I have also found that my dad isn't completely like his movie self he likes his private life and keeps it secret by acting around the public like a playboy philanthropist when really he's just a sarcastic, witty, still a smartass man who only keeps people around he truly knows and trusts similar to his older self.

When I was 4 months I was able to crawl and then able to walk at 7 months old. Doing this had seeded the belief that I would be a prodigy in my father's eyes.

Around 8 months I started teething and man was that hell although I did enjoy trying to chew or bite anyone and anything that was brought near my little mouth.

You should have seen when I clamped my mouth down onto happys finger. Happy literally squealed like a dying pig while dad laughed his ass off and Pepper tried to get me to open my mouth and free happy from my pecuilar sharp teeth that didn't seem normal.

What don't give me that look he was taunting me and basically asking to get his finger bit when he stuck it right near my mouth. After that fiasco I was nicknamed little Viper by my dad as he had noticed when I actually snapped at anything coming close to my mouth.

When I didn't say my first word at 8 months dad was slightly disappointed that I hadn't said anything in the time that a normal baby would have said their first word. In reality I was waiting for the perfect moment to strike and say something to cause havoc as I could already speak since I had been practicing at night to see if I could speak in complete sentences which I could.

So at the age of 9 months dad had to introduce me to obadiah stane the one man I was out for blood for. As soon as I heard the name and set my eyes on him I was instantly filled with anger and uncontrollable rage. That was the moment and day my first perfect word and sentence came out of my mouth. I told him that he looked like a bald man as well as a mean tyrant and that I didnt like him. I made sure not to cuss at him so that dad wouldn't suffer from moms anger.

Dad was so proud and amused of what I had said and wasn't even mad. After that dad tried to get me to talk more and failed while mom apologised to her I think boss oops. Mr. Stane eyed me with disdain and dislike I did not feel safe for when iron man 1 came around as I gave him a hatred filled stare well as best as I could as well as many mental death threats, curses, multiple ways on how to kill him thrown at him from my mind.

At one year old I met James Rhodes who I was very happy to meet. I think Rhodes found me adorable and I with my new found power of cuteness used it on Rhodes to get anything I wanted.

I had him wrapped around my little fingers and one of the days with him I had asked him if I could see where he worked. It was the best day ever as I was snuck out of the house and got to see a air base and make many of the soldiers hearts melt.

It was all fun and games until the mad angry bull of a mother came charging to where I was located. I may or may not have gotten Rhodes into a lot of trouble and laughed at by his comrades, but it was still funny to see mom chew his ass out until I stepped in and used my cuteness to get him out of trouble.

The rest of my life from age 1 to 4 was being spoiled rotten by my father, mother, and Rhodes my partner in most of my crimes and pranks from time to time. Happy became a overprotective and paranoid babysitter when mom and dad couldn't watch me I swear he thought the world was out to get me. I invented many small things under the watchful eye of my dad of course which was when the genius in me came alive. My intelligence sky rocketed I was smart before, but it doubled and I gained some of my parents attitude. I truly enjoyed myself those years until I turned five.

I'm five years old now and something just doesn't feel right about me. It was almost as if something inside me was out of balance or out of touch. I was more emotional than usual and it was definitley noticed by my parents. It had been a week since my 5th birthday in this world and I have been feeling sick since then.

I snapped a lot when I got agitated or irritated and lashed out without meaning to and always instantly apologized. My behavior was not normal and I knew that as I was usually calm, childish, happy, creative and mischievous.

While drawing one of my favorite video game characters Cayde-6 from destiny in the living room something snapped in me as I was trying to remember every detail of what Cayde looked like and becoming upset as I couldn't get him

I was daydreaming while drawing when I snapped from looking at what I had drawn unconsciously. I had drawn two coins on the left side of the paper was a coin with an eagle on it and Captain America standing underneath it in a throwing pose with his shield seeming to be trying to fly off the paper. While on the right side of the paper was a coin showing a octopus and underneath stood the winter soldier catching Captain America's shield. I didn't even realize I had drawn it and it caused so many emotions to rage in me and caused something in me to snap.

I was screaming in pure agony as my body felt like it was on fire. My mom screamed for help as I thrashed around in pain and agony with tears pouring out of my eyes. I could hear horrified shouts as the pain started to numb and opened my eyes with tears still streaming down my face making my vision slightly blurry.

I looked around and noticed my mom passed out on the floor and my dad standing a little away from me a shocked look on his face. "Daddy what happened why did I feel like I was set on fire." I asked my father in the most terrified voice that was also shaky. "Honey look down at yourself." As my father said that I glanced down at my body.

I noticed something and almost screeched since I had a fucking snout and my skin on my arms was a inky black and looked like a reptiles along with paws like a dragons along with claws. I noticed my legs and my whole body that could be seen resembled that of a dragons I even had a honest to god tail and wings.

My clothes had shredded, but I was still covered by what little parts of the clothes that wasnt shredded though I'm pretty sure there'd be nothing to see. In my terror and panic I sobbed in fear as my tail swished back and forth violently. "Daddy help me why do I look like this." I cried out at Tony even though I knew what had happened as well as what I was. I was now a fucking mutant and triggered I guess not the full extent of my powers as I have to figure them out.

Dad strode over to me as I was sobbing and picked me up cradled me in his arms mindful of the tail and wings and tried to quiet my sobbing. "Sweety it's going to be ok everything's going to be ok daddy will fix this." He promises me as I calm down and sniffle occasionally.

As I calm down completely I watch as my body slowly returns to normal feeling a weird sensation as it happens. "Daddy why did I turn into a dragon." I asked wanting to know if Tony knew about mutants. "I don't know why sweetie, but I will find out and whatever it is will never stop me from loving my precious little gem." Dad told me with so much promise in his voice.

Mom woke up a few minutes later from fainting and as soon as she laid eyes on me in dad's arms she snatched me from dad practically squashed me in a hug. Her crying started as she explained what happened to me and what it was.

I was shocked to hear that pepper knew what mutants were and I didn't question why. This seemed to make my parents and me grow even closer than before. We sat on the couch watching movies cuddled together while my drawing lay under the couch.

It took me 4 years to finally be able to control my powers and to figure out all of them. Let's just say I think the world blessed me with hacks on purpose because not only could I turn into a dragon, but I had powers that came with it. I had healing almost as fast as the wolverines, fire, poison, air, electric, my senses were enhanced, enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina, and I could sense when something was wrong. I felt way to overpowered, but then again I would need these powers in the future.

At 10 years old I decided to try and invent some things. The first invention I wanted to try was nanobots that could possibly give my parents and family super healing similar to me. It would also give them immunity to sicknesses. I had to figure out what was going to power the bot, what they would be made out of to be considered safe for the body and wouldn't erode, I had to figure out what they would look like to, and find if I could make them clone themselves.

After a few months my creation was ready, but I ran into a problem I needed to be able to shrink the nanobots. I also needed to create a system that could watch, manage and control the nanobots. Since Jarvis hasn't been made yet and I needed something like him I started trying to create an AI.

I had no luck with the AI, but managed to build a shrink ray that could also make things big. I had a plan for it and the bots to be used like alistair smythes nanobots in the Amazing Spider-Man game only they'd be used for good this time.

When I did manage to make a shrink ray dad had finally made Jarvis when I was 12 I had fun with dad talking to Jarvis and finding out his capabilities. I was still trying to create my own AI, but had to stop when I turned 13. I was also given a Stark phone dad had created that could do numerous things as well as have Jarvis be able to talk from the phone and run the phone.

When I turned 13 the public and world finally found out about me being Tony Starks daughter. This all happened as my parents were taking me to a nice restaurant that we had been to before and every time nobody suspected anything. By the time dad was warned about it by Jarvis from his Stark phone the limo we were had just turned onto the street that the restaurant was at.

There were so many reporters waiting out side the limo all already snapping pictures. I wasn't happy about this as dad got out first and then waited for me to climb out ignoring the bloodthirsty reporters asking questions. I stepped out using dad's outstretched hand to stabilize myself and turned to face the reporters as dad's arm draped over my shoulders protectively with mom trailing behind us and happy leading the way. We almost got into the building before a reporter got into dad's face demanding answers.

"Tony Stark is this child truly yours or is she just an child claiming to be yours and whoose the mother was it some random woman you slept with." Blonde bitch reporter asks my dad eyeing me and pointing the camera straight at me. I stared at her with a glare on my face as dad made an angry noise at what she had said. "Yes this is my true daughter I have had her since she was born and you don't need to know who the mother is, so get out of my way so I can have a good meal with my daughter on her birthday."

Dad sounded so pissed at the reporter and shoved past the rest of them as we finally made it into the Italian returaunt and sat in the back. The rest of the night was a blur of getting gifts and watching movies until I passed out curled up into dad's sides. The rest of my being 13 years old was dreading what was coming. Dad would be kidnapped and would almost die and the worst part was dad was taking me with him on his award ceremony and military trip.

I didn't want to let dad be kidnapped, but it was what opened up his eyes and made him become ironman in the movies. I didn't have much time to plan for what would happen and the events started before I had a solid plan.