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The thing about knowing that you're dying is the fact that you can't do anything about it.

It means that your life reached its end and that there's nothing that you can possibly do. You won't be able to laugh, to smile, to talk with your parents or even to breathe again. That you will succumb to darkness and never see an inch of light ever again. Death gets to everyone and I wasn't an exception.

The moment I jumped over the cliff for fun and hit the water, I knew I was going to die. Because I didn't know how to swim. Because I was so stupid enough to agree in playing dares with my friends. I guess I deserved to die. I wasn't the nicest person in the world but I guess I wasn't exactly a mean on too.

Mom always told me to not do anything your friends if you think it's a bad thing, it was ironic because I was the one influencing them. I didn't listen to her. And now, I was on my way to die as well. The only thing that made me happy about that fact was that she and dad would be waiting for me. That was the only thing that brought warm to my cold chest.

I could feel the water feel my lungs. I didn't even bother to scream because I knew it wouldn't do anything. I was underwater, I looked around and only saw myself sinking into the dark and cold ocean, it was scary and at the same time… beautiful. My voice wouldn't reach anywhere here. I could literally feel life escaping my body and let me tell you, it wasn't comfortable, not one bit. I just let my eyes drop close and feel the worst pain I could ever feel in my chest.

I just hoped that I was worthy enough to go to Heaven. And even if I didn't go there, I just want to go somewhere nice and not end up staying on earth as a ghost. Where I would finally be in peace after a shitty life like mine. Being bullied my whole life is not something I want to remember but I guess it's my fault. Who in their right mind dyes her hair blue? I don't even remember why I did it. It was some stupid reason anyways. But like I was saying, the only thing I want is to go somewhere where people aren't as mean as they were here, to me. A place with warmth and peace. With love and care.

How awesome would it be if I was reborn into the Marvel world?

I'm a Marvel fanatic. I read the comics, watched the movies and I was actually waiting to go see Ant-Man. I read stories about boys and girls dying and being reborn into their favorite Animes or Movies. The thing about these stories is exactly that. They're stories. Figments of someone's imagination. Everyone knows that being reborn into a fictional world or universe is physically impossible. But boy, I would love that.

But I guess it wouldn't hurt to make a wish. Especially in a situation like this. I'm sure if my friends were listening to the crap I was saying, they would laugh but I could care less of what they think right now. I am dying.

Just as my consciousness was about to fade forever, I found strength to do one more wish that many people written for their characters.

'I wish I could reborn into the Marvel Cinematic Universe.'

And then, everything faded into nothingness.

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Warmth.

That's the first thing I felt when my consciousness slowly came back, the second being that I was someplace warm and cozy. Was I dead and in Heaven? To be this warm, maybe it's Hell. It was then I realized that my body felt weird and I couldn't move my arms and legs. Well, I couldmove my fingers and toes but the rest of my body, nope. It was like I was in some small space. And then my fingers brushed against some kind of sticky wall making my mind freeze.

Where the hell am I?

Then, all of a sudden, I was pulled by some force and a bright light hit my eyelids, making my body squeeze involuntarily. The light was too damn bright. A baby cry echoed somewhere making me wince slightly.

Wait, a baby cry?

I opened my mouth to speak but I found myself not being able to. Why couldn't I speak? And my body felt weird. Finding the strength, I opened my eyes that appeared to be sewed together and found a pair of doctors above me, looking twice my size. That really made my eyes widen even more, why were they bigger than me? Then, I was shocked when one nurse picked me up. Yeah, you heard me right. She actually picked me up. Like I was some kind of…

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Baby.

Did I die and reincarnated as a goddamn baby? Is that even possible? I got my answer when she placed me in some arms of a crying woman. I looked up at her and she looked familiar, too familiar. I mean way familiar than it should be. I shouted in surprise even if the only thing that came out was a gurgle. When I was covered by some towel while I was lying in the woman – or my new mother – I knew for sure that I was simply… a baby.

"My baby girl…" I vaguely heard the woman – my mother whisper to me. I was still in shock, staring up at her, she was smiling softly. Red hair, blue eyes… yep, she definitely looked like her. Call me crazy but this woman, my apparently new mom looked exactly like Virginia "Pepper" Potts.

"What is her name?" one of the nurses whispered softly from beside Pepper.

"Lillian Maria Penelope Stark."

Then a baby screaming broke through the silence of the room. It took me a while to realize that it was me that was screaming. I screamed loudly and loudly and probably nearly made the people present deaf. Being a baby, tears sprouted from my eyes and fell heavily down my chubby cheeks as I kept screaming. Mom started to rock me back and forth. Even if the motherly gesture was kind and caring, I kept screaming.

It may seem like I was overreacting but I didn't care. My wish had actually come true and now I was into the freaking Marvel world as Tony and Pepper's daughter. I mean what the actual hell?! They don't have kids! In which timeline I am?! Out of every single character, I had to be reborn into his family. I was a Stark now and I was American! I know I should be happy like any fanatic would be but I didn't actually believe that my wish would come true! Slowly, my screaming ceased o exist and I started sobbing and moaning quietly, as tears still fell from my eyes. Pepper kept rocking me back and forth, humming softly in my ear and surprisingly, her soft voice was calming me down.

"Ssh… it's okay Lillian." She cooed softly, "You're okay, you're safe."

Almost instantly, I stopped sobbing and leaned my head on her shoulder, feeling my eyes start to drop as she hummed a lullaby. Not even my real mom managed to make me feel sleepy this quick when I had been a baby. But somehow, Pepper – now my second mom – managed to put me to sleep easily. Feeling my vision start to vanish into darkness, I smiled cutely at the nurses who awed. Hah, this was going to be easy. Thank God I took an English major before I died, but I guess I'll be learning it again. I think I may like this… I just… want to know when I am…

I had a feeling this life would be much happier than my first one.

I met my dad – Tony freaking Stark – when I woke up. I was in his arms and he was staring at me with the most affectionate look on his face, which was weird because I wasn't used to seeing this look, only on Pepper.

"Hey kid, I'm your dad." He chuckled, cracking his voice slightly. Tony bounced me a little which made me smile a little, I couldn't giggle yet, "You like that?"

I only blinked.

"Well, your mom is sleeping right now and… I was late to welcome you to this world but…" he paused and sat down, I only kept staring at him, "I just wanted to say that right now, I promise I will always protect you and your mom. And kid, you can count on me to not be a shitty dad." Language dad. "I have no idea how to take care of a baby but…" he hugged me closer to himself and I rested my head on his shoulder, suddenly I felt his shoulders tremble, "You're so tiny… and I love you so much. So please be patient with your old pop in the future because… your mom was and I can't imagine my life without her and you."

Oh my God, that was beautiful. Tears started to flood down my cheeks again and he must've heard me sob. He gently brought me back to his face and kissed my forehead, his beard tickled.

"I'm sorry, I'm not usually this sappy." He grinned at me; he was trying to cheer me up. "Now kid, prepare yourself for an awesome life as a billionaire, crazy uncles and aunts and an A.I for a babysitter."

I wanted to rule my eyes. Wait how did I looked like?

Minutes later, Pe- mom woke up. I watched as they talked with each other and there was a part here To-dad placed me back in her arms. She looked down at me with her beautiful blue eyes and I just smiled at her, making her chuckle.

"She looks like you." Tony suddenly commented, I didn't know where he was.

"No, she has your nose." Pepper countered, "And I can already see your personality in her."

Whoa. I don't have a choice in the matter mommy?

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I look like Pepper?! Before I died, my hair was a dull brown and I had brown eyes too. I didn't take care of myself, my skin was bad, I had pimples and my hair was greasy, I had to wash it twice a day. But I was also from a poor family, we couldn't afford creams, good shampoos and we only ate cheap food – plastic food. It was a miracle for me not ending up obese.

"Look at her; she looks like she's in a deep thought." Pepper gushed, bringing me back.

"What can you expect; she's my daughter after all." Tony snorted cockily.

"She's my daughter too Tony… give yourself some credit. Twelve percent of it." She grinned jokingly.

You adorable dorks.

Suddenly the door from the hospital room – I presumed that we were in one because of the bright lights and the smell – and someone entered.

"It's feeding time." A friendly voice announced it seemed to be a nurse.

I watched Pepper nod and adjust her hold on me; she unbuttoned her hospital vest down and showed her right breast to me. It was when I realized that being a baby with only one day of age, I required being breastfed.

Tony whistled and both Pepper and me sent him a disapproving look, well I tried, I couldn't even move my head.

At first, I thought it would be disgusting but soon found myself being terribly corrected, when the warm and strangely delicious milk touched my lips I sucked her nipple and swallowed the liquid down my throat to feel my empty stomach. I thought I would never say this but: Sucking milk from Pepper's nipple is delicious. I swallowed in big gulps and you could actually hear me gulping down energetically.

"Lucky kid." Tony approached us and kissed Pepper on the head, "She's beautiful Peps."

"Lillian is indeed beautiful." Pepper confirmed rather proudly.

Lillian, that's right. What was my full name now? Lillian Maria Penelope Stark. The fact that Maria was Tony's mom and my first mom's name was really sentimental to me, I was happy for having it. I like Lillian too, to me it sounded sweet and warm. Penelope must be a name that Pepper chose; I like it too of course.

I caught Tony smiling at me and when he noticed me looking as well he ruffled my hai- whoa I had hair! I wasn't a bald baby, yes!

"Hey there sweetheart." He winked.

Feeling full, I pulled away from Pep-mom and smiled at him, accidently I made some milk spill down my chin. I gurgled happily and tried to reach for him. He was my new dad and I wanted to be held by him again. He complied and brought me to his arms where I snuggled against his neck. He radiated of his warm aura and that made me feel safe. I felt good in my dad's arms. In my first lifetime - it still feels weird to say it - I wasn't very close to my dad. He was always working and I never really saw him much. But in this man's arms, I felt safe.

I mattered.

"Pepper. I want to be a good dad to Lillian." He whispered at her, I felt his hand protectively securing my back, as if he was afraid I would fall, "I don't know how to be one. My dad he… was cold and calculating and I rarely saw him. I don't want that to happen, not with my own daughter. I wasn't ready for fatherhood and I thought it would only be you and me forever."

"Oh Tony, don't worry. We'll help each other… I thought I would never be a mother too. I mean, I'm a busy CEO of your company. But we'll get time, I'm sure Lillian will grow up happy and strong. Because we will be there for her."

"You bet we will."

When I felt him trying to give me back to Pepper I curled my tiny fists on his shirt and started to sob. Being a baby has its perks, you know? Pepper always picked me anyways. I sobbed, trying to reach for dad. Call me childish and spoiled already but I was a baby so I had the right to cry if I didn't want to leave my dad's arms. I didn't want him to put me down, I kept sobbing softly as Pepper tried to calm me down by rocking me back and forth again. I clung onto her shirt and kept crying my eyes out.

"It seems like Lillian is already a daddy's girl." Pepper coed.

Oh no Pepper, I like both of you equally. I'm just not used of having a father.

"Lillian," Pepper spoke softly as she rubbed my back. I just struggled in her arms, trying to reach for Tony, who was now looking at me amusingly.

"Maybe I should keep holding her?" he grinned, "I can't say no to my little girl."

Yes, hold me! I cried even harder. I wanted to be back in his warm arms again. Not that Pepper weren't warm I just preferred his arms. But I realized that I was starting to look like a crybaby, whom I had been for this past moment, I calmed myself down and leaned into Pepper's chest.

"It seems like she likes you more than me." Pepper teased, but I could hear a small sadness in her voice. Did I hurt her with my childish behavior? I'm so sorry Pepper… I wrapped my small hand around her finger and I could feel her smile when she spoke, "Oh sweetie, mom was kidding. I know you love me."

"Whoa, she feels guilty?" Tony was genuine surprised.

I could never hate you Pepper, you're my mom now. I shut my eyes down. I was thinking about my first mom when I did that. I had a strong feeling a bond towards Pepper right now and I knew she felt the same.

"Hey look, I think she'll have your blue eyes." Tony poked my chubby cheek and I opened my mouth in a 'o'. Pepper's blue eyes are bright and beautiful. If I have them I swear I won't act childish anymore, "And she's definitely a ginger."

Pepper elbowed Tony, "It's not ginger Tony, our hairs are a light orange."

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod. I'm an orange-haired with blue eyes. Freakin'-A! I know I shouldn't care about my appearance but it wasn't exactly lucky in my other lifetime. If I was blessed with beauty then I think this life right here, will become very interesting.

I could see Tony roll his eyes, "It's the same thing."

Pepper smiled.

This was my new family and I was sure that it wasn't going to be like my first one. My father was a genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. Well… now it was more like genius, billionaire, father and philanthropist. And he was Iron Man, and Avenger. And my mom, she was the powerful and witty CEO of Stark Industries. Would I meet the other Avengers? Oh my God, I really wanna know when I am. Is this before the last Avengers movie or after? I didn't see an arc-reactor in Tony's chest so this must be after Iron Man 3. God… someone please give me some information.

My real mom would forever stay in my memories and I had a feeling that it would make me homesick, even if I had no way to return to my old life, to my universe. I wonder if they found my body, I wonder if my aunt is preparing my funeral right now. I had ay of returning to my universe but I would remember everything that happened there. I would always remember my mom and aunt. As for my dad… I'm sorry we didn't have a close relationship.

Now, I only have to worry now is the hard months I'll have ahead of me. Because me, as a seventeen-year-old stuck on a one-day-old baby is going to be boring and hard.

I really need to practice on calling Tony and Pepper by dad and mom.

A/N: This is my second Avengers story! Please don't flame it. Thanks for reading :D