《Legends Never Die》III
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A year has passed since the last Christmas in Starks' household. And it was finally time for the world to know who Sofia Hammer was.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"I'm her mother! I say no!"
"I'm her father, I say yes!"
Normal occurance of the Stark- Hammer household. The parents would fight over the minute details like who would carry their girl out to the paparazzi, who would dress her, who would feed or bathe her.
This time it was something slightly more serious. Young Sofia hammer was to be introduced to the world, well, indirectly , as she was supposed to go to Connor's company where some paparazzi were present, ready to take a picture of the heir to the Connor industries , and maybe even Stark industries; being the sole heir of both.
The mother wanted to go first to Stark industries and then to Connor's industries, but Connor felt the opposite. It was a comical sight as everyone knew the original plan was of Connor industries first, and that was going to be followed eventually.
" I called dibs first!" Connor yelled, as he pouted funnily at his daughter who was gazing at her parents curiously.
"I - I" Anna Hammers faulted slightly. Connor smirked as he knew he won. Anna huffed slightly but agreed and out they went to the industry's front gates together, Sofia now tucked safely in her mother's arms.
The Stark's who were inside the limo still, smirked at each other, as this was a a usual occurance, the both would fight childishly, but then solve it with even more childishness. Tony, who was bored, got out his phone which he designed himself, and started playing games on it. Howard frowned at him and went to say something snarky, but a nudge from his wife shut him up .
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It was a common fact that both the families were ruled by the women.
After half an hour the Hammer family returned to the limo, Anna laughing and Connor grumbling at something as Sofia was seen sleeping in her father's arms now. Howard raised his eyebrow at the sight, waiting for an explanation.
"Sofia literally fell asleep between one picture and another, drool dripping from her on her father's shoulder. Serves him right for hogging her for all the shoot." Anna smirked at her husband.
The family laughed as they took off to Stark industries.
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"Mrs Hammer! Mr Hammer!"
"Is it true that you adopted her?"
"Is it true that you had a scandal?"
"Did you cheat on him Mrs Hammer?"
Media can be frightening, and at many instances, an irritating bitch, Thought Anna.
There was not one moment in her own lifetime when she wasn't surrounded by reporters who hogged for one moment of her attention. She didn't want that for her baby. But being the only granddaughter of Howard Stark and being the heir of two multi million -almost billion-dollar companies made it really difficult to keep Sofia out of the light.
So, it was decided by Howard that one year of solitude was enough for his young granddaughter, and now she was ready to be shown to the world. Connor industries was done, now, it was time for Stark industries to be conquered by the little one year old baby.
"Now I present you my sister Anna, who will be taking only a few questions. But, mind you, no out of line ones or I'll drag you out myself." Tony said, sounding proud of the threat he just made to the world known reporters who could ruin his life. Well, try to. He's a Stark, they just can't be ruined.
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Anna took a deep breath, looked at her husband slightly tense, who then gave her a slight nod of reassurance. Squaring her shoulders, she took her daughter under the crook of her neck, shielding her sleeping face from the ruthless reporters, and went out.
"Mrs Hammer! Who is the father of the child?"
Anna frowned. " Isn't it obvious? I'm married to the one who is the father of my child. It's just absurd thinking of anything else. " She felt like rolling her eyes, so that's what she did.
"Mrs Hammer! How old is she? Is she going to take over Stark industries after you or Tony? Or would his child take the throne?"
"No comment. That choice depends solely on my daughter."
"Mrs hammer! Is it true that you still haven't mended your relationship with your in-laws? Are you the one who is standing in between Connor and his family being reunited?"
Anna felt like someone had slapped her. Usually she didn't pay any heed to the reporters , but now she thinks that that might be true. When Sofie was born, Connor didn't even get a phone call, much less any acknowledgement. She knew Connor was hurt, as much as he wanted to deny it.
Her eyes starter to sting a bit, signalling that she could cry any moment. Suddenly, arms were wrapped around her, those sweet arms of her husband, who was now almost yelling at the reporter. Along with Tony and Howard.
"How dare you make such accusations? My wife has never been in between me and my family, nor will she ever be. So don't ever ask that question again, or you will seriously regret it." He seethed out.
Quickly Anna was ushered inside. This tears threatening to break out finally did, and she started sobbing quietly .
"What have I done?!" She kept whispering to herself.
"Babe. Babe you did nothing wrong. My relatives are assholes. I know that, you know that. It was never your fault. Wasn't, and won't ever be." By the end of his speech he was tightly hugging his wife and daughter.
"You are all I need in this whole goddamn world, I promise." He whispered to his wife tenderly.
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