#suddenlystark

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At least I didn't confuse you with one Gina G.

I honestly don’t know how it happens so often. The girl’s a doll, but we look nothing alike.

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Come here my dearest shitpickle.

Shitpickle?

You must have me mistaken for...someone else.

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I know you knew it was me because ~dicks~.

Oh Tony~

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Yes.

Oh Tony.

Tony.

Space.

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We should have Space. ...Wait.

Tony no!

Or yes…?

[valdreyri-archive]

Dat ass... call me.

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It had been at least a month since she had came to New York and through that time she had been living with Rhodey. Whom she'd hope would let her meet her paternal father but that was an obvious lie. Already gearing into the second month the teen was getting impatient and decided it was just time to take the matter in her own hands and confront her dad herself. Ilana wasn't stupid though, it would take a while and she expected a number of outcomes. None that would work out at first but it was worth the shot, she got this far, couldn't be that bad. Since rhodey and Ilana were staying at a hotel it was pretty easy to slip out incognito. All she took with her was her birth certificate and a little something of hers that could help only by a little. The destination was a bit of a long run, especially when walking through crowds of people. Stark towers was huge so it wast that hard to find the only problem was getting in. The teen attempted not to make herself look like a neanderthal but that literally was all she was in general. Brushing her hair into a ponytail and removing her red baseball cap she walked up to the receptionist who was already giving a darting glare. "How can I- help you?" The woman asked. Ilana slung her backpack over her shoulder and sunk her shoulders. " I came to speak to- Mr.Stark." Ilana didn't really know what to call him. The receptionist let out a snickering laugh as if ilana was joking. Il cocked her jaw and rudely responded, " I don't know what's funny because I'm not joking." The receptionist just gave the girl another look and rolled her eyes. "Sure, we'll see if he's in." The lady motioned over to the waiting area and failed the number up to the penthouse which would typically be answered by Jarvis. As the lady waited for a response she asked ilana "What's your name kid." Fussing with her backpack she called out, "Ilana. I'm- a college student working on a project." Ilana lied.