![]() ![]() She's perfect, he had said eventually, finally finding the voice to speak his thoughts. She looked like she could be his own biological daughter, save for the eyes, even though Tony knew that was not possible. Perfectly smooth, tan skin stretched across plumped cheeks and a high, round forehead, the gentle brow shape only a hint at her young age, and her hair all but fuzz. ![]() He would've glanced at her, but was too busy watching the little creature in his arms. She likes you, Natasha had said then, her tone considering. That reaction reached so deep into his chest that he felt his heart clenching. It was a big, goofy, toothless smile, and she waved her arms at him until her little chubby fingers managed to clutch his tie. Big blue eyes stared at him, scrutinizing in a way only babies could. He'd done as instructed, and Natasha placed the baby in his arms. Come on, Stark, you must've held a doll at least once in your life. Natasha must've caught onto his hesitation, because she smiled, reaching over to the flailing baby, lifting her off the couch and approaching Tony. Yes, he wanted to, but he'd probably do it wrong and break her or something. Want to hold her? Natasha had offered, and Tony recoiled. Back then, he'd told Natasha that they could stay as long as they needed, his eyes still fixed on Liberty. ![]() He couldn't exactly place what it was about her, but from the first moment he looked at her, he wanted to make sure she was safe. Besides, none of them had been as perfect as this child was. Yes, Tony had met babies before, but he'd never had to spend any length of time in their company. At the time, he hadn't imagined things would turn out the way that they did, but then again, his life rarely adhered to expectations. And he'd never seen her look anything but composed before. He never would have imagined she'd appear at his doorstep with a baby in her arms, her uniform disheveled and all in all looking quite distressed. That was why he'd always gone out of his way to help her when he could. No matter what her professional dealings were, Tony knew with utmost certainty that she was kindhearted, and that she cared very deeply. She was a secret agent of some sort, and they got along best when he didn't ask her what she did or for whom. Back then, he'd actually tried talking her into going out with him a couple of times, but she was not swayed by his charms, though she did seem to like him to some degree, and kept in touch. Tony had met Natasha several years before, at one of his fundraisers. Liberty was the most wondrous thing he'd ever seen. He had focused on the tiny human that lay on the sofa next to her, thoughts rushing through him and finding no purchase. Natasha had to lay low, she'd said, and Tony took it in stride. And thinking back on it now, the thought hadn't occurred to him until a couple of weeks had passed. They both knew he couldn’t be entrusted with anything more fragile than a tank. Of course Tony had known that Natasha wasn't considering him as a potential adoptive parent to the child she'd just rescued. She won't remember what happened to her parents, but she needs a stable home. Over the course of five days however, the game gets more and more bleak as the letters become more sad and the news becomes worse and worse especially with the condition of one of the characters, Charlotte.Liberty is still very young, Natasha had said when she'd crashed at his place that fateful night all those months ago. The game tells the tale of an apocalypse going on in the outside world where a virus has killed off 98% of the human population and the player is stuck in a cell with only a few games and letters from mysterious individuals to keep him both sane and happy. Presentable Liberty is a sequel to Exoptable Money and follows the story of an unknown protagonist who is forced into a jail cell by a mysterious person known as Doctor Money. Presentable Liberty is a game played by Markiplier. ![]()
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