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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Heartbroken

Summary: Tony helps you through your first heartbreak.

Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!female!reader

Warnings: Fluff. Language cause why not. Reader is hurting. Tony is an angel. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I wanted some soft dad Tony and this came out. The end is a little rushed, I didn't know where I wanted it to go but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it!

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You exited the elevator and made your way through the living room, not sparing anybody a second glance.

You went straight to your room and slammed the door behind you, leaving all of the avengers that were currently in the living room in a shocked silence.

That wasn’t like you.

You're a cheery and positive teenager that never misses a chance to hang out with your favorite group of superheroes.

Even during your bad days, you at least said hi and chat a bit before going to your room, so your behavior today as you came home from school leaves everyone worried.

They all know high school isn't easy, but it somehow never affected you much.

Maybe because you grew up in the spotlight, being a Stark.

You were the perfect combination of Pepper and Tony, smart and driven, sarcastic and confident, sweet and supportive. Really just a ray of sunshine in everyone’s life.

Everybody at Midtown High knows who you are and every student you meet gets surprised by how nice you are to anyone that approaches you, everyone expecting you to be a stuck up bitch.

You talk to and befriend anybody who’s nice to you, but you spend most of your time with Peter, Ned and MJ.

Speaking of which, while everybody stares at the door you just disappeared through, Peter enters the room through the window, a feat that not everyone is used to yet.

"Damn it, bug boy, stop doing that!" Sam almost yells, never failing to get startled by his abrupt entrances.

"Sorry, Mr. Falcon, sir." he says sheepishly while Bucky snickers like every other time, but before they can start bickering like always, Tony addresses Peter.

"What’s wrong with my daughter, Spider-ling?" he says in a serious tone, despite the nickname he can’t seem to get tired of.

"I don’t know, Mr. Stark. She was fine during lunch, but when school ended she was nowhere to be seen. We were suppose to meet at the exit like always but she rushed home alone. That’s why I’m here, I was worried." the more Peter talks the more Tony gets worried.

It wasn’t like you to not show up to do something you planned to do with someone else, let alone without giving a reason or at least a warning first.

Tony has heard enough so he gets up from his seat and walks towards your room, knocking twice, then once and then three times fast, a secret knock you came up with when you were little designed just for him.

He hears a faint ‘come in’ and, with furrowed eyebrows, he enters your room, finding you sitting on the bed hugging your knees to your chest.

Without saying a word he comes in, shuts the door and sits next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders. You shift to put your head in his chest and, when hug him as tightly as you can, Tony can actually feel his own heart breaking at the sight.

His little ray of sunshine, crying her heart and soul out and there's nothing more he can do but hold you. So he holds onto you just as tight as you are, willing himself not to let his own tears fall at seeing you so broken, needing to be strong for you.

After you calm down a bit, he can’t help himself as he asks "who do I have to kill?"

He feel a little better when he hears your little giggle against his chest, but he's still very worried and you both know he wasn’t entirely kidding.

He doesn’t rush you into talking, giving you time to put together your thoughts before starting to explain.

"I’ve been seeing someone..." you start, sitting up straight, sniffling, and he already doesn't like where this is going. "I’m sorry I haven’t said anything, mom knows though…"

"Of course she does." he mumbles, a little offended you would tell her and not him, and Tony Stark was never one to not voice his thoughts. "Why didn’t you tell me?" he was clearly hurt, pouting a bit just to amuse you. You giggle again as you answer.

"I’m sorry, but I know what you would’ve said: ‘You’re not allowed to date until you’re 65’" you try to imitate him with a deep voice that makes him chuckle.

"Damn right you can’t!" He says and you lighten up a little at his laughter and keep talking.

"I was going to introduce you soon, I swear! But then…" your smile falls and you can’t stop the few tears that escape. "Today, while I was waiting on Peter, I saw him…"

You trail off and he holds your hand giving you an encouraging squeeze but still not pushing you. Then, in the smallest voice he’d ever heard you use, you finish your sentence. "He was kissing another girl…"

He wished you hadn’t finished the sentence. You start crying again, quieter than before, but it still broke Tony’s heart.

"Oh, honey…" He wraps his arms around you again, mentally planning how to kill and dispose of the body of the little prick, when he hears you again, your voice barely a whisper.

"It hurts, dad… why does it hurt so much?" you still couldn’t stop crying, barely able to finish the sentence.

"I know, Tinkerbell." The use of your childhood nickname made you smile against the tears, the memory of how it came to be coming to the forefront of your mind.

You were about 6 years old, watching Peter Pan for the first time with your parents, when you started giggling uncontrollably.

Your parents gave you a funny look, expecting you to be sad at the part where Tinkerbell was dying and worried they were raising a little psychopath.

"What are you laughing at, Junior?" much to Pepper’s displeasure Tony had started calling you that, sustaining that you were turning out to be just like a little version of him.

Your mom disagreed, but was slowly changing her mind, especially after what little six year old you said next.

"Daddy’s just like Tinkerbell: if she doesn’t get attention he dies!" you got out between giggles, making Pepper almost double over laughing as Tony started a tickle attack, a fake offended look on his face.

After that your dad started calling you Tinkerbell, not able to let go of your first sarcastic comment, against him of all people, but secretly very proud.

You were brought back to the present by your dad’s words as he started rubbing your back.

"I know it hurts now, but it’s gonna get better, I promise. Your first heartbreak is never easy, but the good news is you have your whole life ahead of you to find a guy smart enough to understand how lucky he is to be loved by you and never let you go."

Now, Tony Stark is many things.

He’s a genius, billionaire, former playboy and philanthropist. He’s an entrepreneur, a superhero, a savior. He’s a role model, a caring friend and doting husband.

But, at this very moment, you can’t help but be proud to call him your father.

You wish you could tell him that at the moment, but you can’t find the voice to speak so you make a mental note to tell him later. Right now all you can do is hug him so tight you’re not entirely sure he’s able to breathe, but he doesn’t make any attempts to make you let go.

The next couple of hours are spent between hugs, words of encouragement and Tony trying everything he can to make you laugh.

When he succeeds in lifting your spirits, you both make your way to the living room where all of the Avengers are now, Pepper included. You sit next to her and she wraps her arm around you, having already been updated on the situation, of course.

Everyone else seemed to have come to a mutual understanding of not pressing the matter, knowing you’ll open up when you’re ready and not wanting to upset you again now that you’re back to your cheery self.

You’re glad nobody’s asking any questions, acting like nothing happened, exactly what you need right now.

You spend the rest of the day with your family, forgetting all about your broken heart, realizing you’re better off without him.

At one point your dad whispers to you "I still need the name of the little jerk, so I can fuck him up" and you can’t help but laugh, more glad than ever to be lucky enough to be a Stark.

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chloe-skywalker · 2 months

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Both Lost Something - Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Fem!reader Stark

Warnings: mention of Tony’s death

Word count: 483

Summary: Peter & Y/n comforting each other after Tony’s death.

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“Are they going to be okay?” Sam asked out loud to the people around them as they all turned to look where Sam was looking. And there by the lake were the two teen’s most affected by Tony’s death.

“I sure hope so.” Steve sighed sadly as they watched Y/n and Peter from afar.

“At least they can lean on each other.” Bucky pointed out. He felt really bad for Y/n. She was always kind to him and while he was gone due to the snap Y/n had.

“He lost his mentor and she lot her father. Granted for the first 8 years of her life Tony was pretty absent. But once he became Iron Man he was there for her as much as he could be. Even canceling things to spend time with her.” Pepper told them with a watery smile as she watched the girl that became like a daughter to her.

“Peter lost his parents young. Then was moved into the custody of May and his uncle. But not long after his uncle passed. Tony was more than a mentor to him.” Happy added with a tight sad smile.

Sam shook his head, running a hand down his face. “These kids have been through enough.”

“Agreed.” Bucky nodded and it shocked Sam and Bucky that they agreed on something. Shocked the other’s as well, but not as much as normal considering the topic and they all knew Y/n was pretty close to Bucky. And they could all agree with Sam.

Over by the water down at the edge of the lake. Y/n and Peter stood together looking out towards the water. It was peaceful.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” Y/n said to him as she leant her head on his shoulder. Y/n knew her dad meant more to Peter than just a friend or mentor. So she knew it had to be hard for him.

“I’m sorry too, Y/n. He was your father.” Peter spoke, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“He acted like one to you as well.” She squeezed his hand and nuzzled her head into his neck. “At least you knew the best version of him.”

Peter grimaces a little. “I guess it sucks that he wasn’t always so close to you huh?”

Y/n nodded with a sad smile on her lips. “Yeah, it did. But he more than made up for it.”

Peter smiled at that. Knowing how good the father and daughter relationship had gotten over the years.

“I believe he loved you more than anything. You and Morgan.” Peter pointed out while placing a kiss on her temple.

“Me too. And I think you can include yourself in that as well. He saw you as a son.” Y/n sighs contently. They both turned their heads to look at each other with small smiles.

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mymelodymia · 8 months

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Oh!! Oh!!! How about the Avengers meeting Tony’s kid for the first time? Maybe she isn’t that old yet (youngling, pre-teen maybe?) and they’re all like how can this be Tony’s kid (in a good way)? But then she starts getting sassy and cocky like her Dad, and they’re like, nevermind

I fantasize about this kinda stuff happening constantly LMAO

Summary: your a young stark, but already act exactly like your father.

Warnings: Y/N being sarcastic, Y/N being a little mean, slight mention of tony being a dumbass 🙄

A/N: I honestly loved this request so much, and to all the other people who requested, it might take me a minute to get to some of them, but I'll try to be fast with it <3

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You were around 11 when new york went down, and 12 when the Malibu house said bye-bye, and now you live at the tower, your father tony, knew you weren't so good with new people. So him being the dumbass he is, introduced you to everyone at the same time, oof.

He made sure that everyone knew at the same time and that if they step out of line, they'd have it coming for them. You were used to tonys overprotective-ness but he really just wanted you to be protected and feel safe,

"So this is my daughter Y/N" and then he went on and on for like 2 minutes straight taking bout "you even look at her the wrong way you wil-"

"Dad, i think they get it." You looked quite shy and quiet, (you weren't) It was around 7 when you all ate dinner together, you had met nat before (the whole natalie rushman thing) but you didn't know her personally, yet.

You went to your room after dinner, and turned on whatever movie you saw first, tangled, you and your dad LOVED disney movies, it had become a tradition to have a Disney movie marathon at least once a week, it had been about 30 minutes of you being in your room there was a knock at your door,

"Come in" you said flatly not taking your eyes of the screen, tony poked his head through the door and spoke up

"Y/N/N" he said walking deeper into the dark room

"Hmm" you hummed waiting for him to continue,

"Sorry i put you on the spot like that earlier, i know you aren't good with new people" he said with slight guilt in his eyes, coming toward you, sitting down on the bed,

"It's fine, i always knew you didn't love me..."

"What?? I never said that i..."

"I know :')" you said laying back, your father putting his arm around you before you could. You snuggled into him, your head resting softly on his shoulder, continuing to watch your movie, with your dad this time <3

Eventually you fell into a deep slumber, your chest rising and falling continuously, tony putting a blanket over you two, when the movie ended he looked down at you, sleeping peacefully against his shoulder.

He tried to slip his arm out from under you, this made you stir from your slumber, he tried this continuously for about 10 minutes, you holding onto him tighter each time he did. Eventually he gave up and got comfortable, he was clearly sleeping there.

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The next morning you woke up at around 9:27 exactly. Hopping out of bed, you walked into your bathroom, did your business, grabbed your book and walked downstairs to be greeted by the sweet sweet smell of omelets, you walked into the kitchen and saw Steve cooking, everyone else was sitting in the living room or at the dining table.

"Hi steve" you said walking by, smiling and waving to him.

"Morning Y/N" he replied just as tony walked in, heading straight to the coffee ☕️ but when his eyes fell on you, he wrapped you in a hug,

"Hey baby, how'd you sleep?"

"Fine even though there was a peasant in my bed" you said sarcastically, smiling up at your father, your chin resting on his arc reactor, in that moment everyone turned their heads to you, having not expected that, since you had seemed so shy and quiet the night before.

A few minutes later, you made another comment, after Steve had finished eating breakfast, you looked up at him and sighed,

"Steve stop thinking you're ugly" you said with (fake) sympathy,

"What?-"

"I mean, you are ugly, but dont think about it.."

tony was cackling in the back as you walked away.

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you were ranting about sm stupid, doing the classic tony walk, (you know the one where he has his chest puffed out and his lower back arched and one of his hands floating in the air using a whole bunch of hand gestures)

Everyone just staring at you, realizing how wrong they were when they thought you were shy and quiet. Your father was smirking at this. When you realized they were staring, you paused

"Why are you looking at me like that" not even realizing how out of breath you were from your ranting

"You really are a mini tony" Natasha spoke up, eyebrows raised. Tony laughed at this and made a comment, showing where you get it.

"Told you, keep going Y/N/N"

*title is mini stark*

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thund3rst0rmm · 2 years

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Avengers Incorrect Quotes #2

Tony, looking at the two with a confused look:: "Why are Lady Hawkeye and Icicle sitting with their backs to each other?"

Natasha, looking at them while drinking a glass of scotch:: "They had an argument and are currently mad at each other."

Tony, staring at Natasha with a confused face before looking at the two again:: Then why are they holding hands?

Natasha, laughing a bit as she smiles at the couple:: They get sad whenever they have fight.

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 11 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 14: Here's to the good times

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Nick Fury & reader, parker family & reader, Ben parker & reader Summary: Reader’s birthday warning: Panic attack, memories Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique Previous

Four months had passed.

It was May 30th now, a day you'd never really found much joy in. The day that you were born.

It just reminded you that you never got to meet your mother, that your birth was the reason she died. And you never really got a decent celebration. Sure, you had the money and the mansion to organize a party, but you never had the friends. And, of course, your dad was always too busy to be there.

Birthdays just weren't fun in the Stark household.

As you entered your lab, you let out a heavy sigh and put down an untouched cup of coffee, thinking about what you could possibly do to occupy yourself for the day. Most of your projects were complete and you didn't feel like starting from scratch just yet.

You did have a little side project that was almost finished. It was your own little experiment called Test Eco in which you made your own environment in a glass box from samples of earth's minerals. It needed a test or two so you grabbed one of the many notebooks littered around and approached the box.

"FRIDAY?" You called.

"Yes, miss?" The AI greeted.

"How are we doing on Test Eco?"

"My data suggests the potential for a copper deposit, dropping at fifteen. I also found coltan, cobalt, and silicon."

"Huh..." You peered at the box, impressed by what you could accomplish sometimes. "All of those can be used and processed?"

"In a virtual environment such as this, I'm afraid not. But if presented with real Earth conditions, possibly. However, the most important are the iron and bauxite deposits I detected."

"Construction materials?" You questioned, intrigued.

"Aluminum, and everything needed to repair existing equipment as it ages."

"And the soil?"

"Light on nitrates."

"Nothing I can't compensate for. What about the water sample?"

"There is some salinisation and minimal microbial concentrations."

"Easily eliminated with purification and filtration processes."

"Cleaner than here."

You nodded and smiled, noting down everything. "Thanks, FRIDAY."

"My pleasure, miss."

You once again praised yourself for creating something as amazing as that and were about to do some more tests when you heard a knock on the door of your lab. You turned and saw Fury.

"What did I do now?" You mumbled.

Putting on a smile, you set everything down and went over to let him in.

"Campbell." He greeted in the usual business-like tone.

You nodded once. "Hey, Director."

"You're in early."

"I got bored."

"Hmm."

You stood there, a little awkward. "So can I help with anything, or...?"

Fury entered the lab and closed the door so you'd have more privacy. He looked around, seemingly impressed by some of the things you had created, and then turned to you.

"It's your day off." He stated.

You raised a brow. "Since when do you complain about extra hours?"

"I don't. But today is a 'special occasion'."

"Is it?"

"Happy birthday."

You almost laughed at how strange it sounded coming from someone like him, especially since it seemed so painful for him to say the words, but you kept a neutral expression.

"Thanks, but I think I'll work it off." You said.

"Campbell, you've worked with more dedication and the assiduous nature of half my agents in the time you've been here. SHIELD won't collapse if you take a day off."

"Famous last words."

"Take it as an order."

You crossed your arms. "You're ordering me to take a day off and celebrate?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"I hate you."

"I'm sure you do."

Knowing you couldn't win, you rolled your eyes and shrugged. "Fine. I'll take a day."

"Good." He reached into his jacket and withdrew what looked like a card. "Go crazy."

You smirked, amused. "If this ain't favoritism I don't know what is. How much?"

"Limitless."

"Holy shit." With a grin, you accepted the gift. "You're a softie really, aren't you? Director Furry."

He did not look amused.

"Agent Hill has left you a car outside. It's all yours."

Actually feeling like today could be better than you anticipated, you smiled. "Tell her I said thanks. I'll be back in tomorrow."

He nodded once more. "As expected. Have fun, Campbell."

"Oh, I will."

With a smile and your new gift tucked away safely, the two of you parted ways and you checked everything in the lab before leaving yourself. A few agents and scientists you were friendly with said hi and you waved back.

The car outside was much more impressive than you anticipated. A 2006 Dodge Challenger. Agent Hill certainly knew your tastes.

There was another agent waiting with the keys and he tossed you them when you approached, not saying a word. Most agents didn't anyway, it was normal to be ignored. In fact, you were certain 'grumpy' and 'mute' were part of the pass criteria.

But, God, did that car feel fantastic as you drove.

The roar of the engine, the smooth touch of the wheel, and the leather seats... It was like heaven.

After celebrating your birthday with a not so cheap meal and a Starbucks, you decided it was time to head home.

It was only the afternoon and you didn't expect many people to be out on the streets. However, as you parked the new car beside the sidewalk, you noticed a commotion at the end of the road. You didn't bother driving over since there were too many people but you did walk to investigate.

The people were apparently shouting and cheering for something, huddled around two people you couldn't see from your current position.

But then the crowd parted slightly and you felt like your heart dropped in your chest.

It was your dad.

Clint Barton was there as well and the two seemed to be making fun of each other and being general idiots as the adoring public reached out with things to be signed. You could barely breathe.

It was your dad.

He was so close. After all this time...

When you saw him talking to people, you accidently called out. It didn't mean much since the overlapping voices drowned your own and no one noticed you.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out, to let him know you were okay and you were there, but you couldn't. You couldn't without bringing attention to yourself. The threat, now years old, still hung like a shadow and you forced yourself to walk away with tears in your eyes.

It felt like the ghost of Obadiah was strangling you.

Then you just ran.

You ran as far as you could, straight to your apartment. Once there, you slammed the bathroom door and simply broke down as everything overwhelmed you.

You wouldn't get to see him ever again.

Suddenly it didn't seem to matter if he ignored you or you were rude to him, you just wanted a dad again. With no mother or siblings, he was all you had. And you wouldn't ever get the chance to tell him you loved him despite all the estrangement between you.

You fell to the floor and pulled your knees close to your chest as you sobbed. Breathing felt like trying to swallow sandpaper and even if air did make it through it was foreign and unnatural, causing your breakdown to become more severe and messy.

"Ellen?" There was a knock at the door and you looked up, everything blurred and fuzzy.

You left the front door open in your rush but the voice was Ben's so you knew you were safe. You wanted to say something but nothing would leave your mouth. You only lost more air by trying to speak.

"(Y/n)?" He asked more quietly.

You had a hand over your chest as you panicked and fumbled for the bathroom door. There was a click as you unlocked it but then fell back again.

Ben was immediately at your side, his hands on your arms as you fought to breathe. "(Y/n)? Hey, you okay?"

Your body shook and you cried and cried. He didn't want to scare you further and carefully pulled you in for a hug, whispering words of assurance.

Thanks to him your breathing started to get back to normal, your heart no longer as loud. You could finally catch air instead of nothingness. You curled up into the smallest ball you could muster and clutched Ben's arm as he held you, the tears still streaming down your face.

"You're okay, (Y/n)." He said, keeping you close and comforted.

"I nearly talked to him." You spoke up with a broken voice. "My dad."

"Tony?"

You nodded. "He was - He was right there. I-I couldn't - It was-"

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay."

You tried to focus and explain it all, and were thankful he just waited patiently for you to process. After you settled, you moved to your living room and sat down.

"I just can't believe he's really a superhero." You whispered.

"It's a big job." Ben agreed. "I saw him when those things invaded the city. He saved my guys and me. He's a good man."

"A lot of power." You sighed. "All those people he needs to help... With great power comes great responsibility."

Ben studied you carefully and by now he'd known you long enough to realize it wasn't just the superhero status and tough past that made you miss Tony. It was simply just a daughter missing her father.

"He hasn't forgotten, you know." He said.

You looked up, bottom lip still trembling from the earlier panic attack. "What?"

"Tony. He loves you."

"I don't... I don't know."

"(Y/n), he does. A parent never stops loving a child. I'll love Peter until the day I die and even beyond that. Your old man is the same."

You closed your eyes and shook your head. "It's been too long."

"Not for him. Trust me."

You wanted to argue, to insist he was wrong, but you just didn't have the energy. What started off as a decent birthday for once had quickly turned sour. You needed to sleep.

"I'm gonna take five." You decided.

Ben nodded. "Alright. I'm next door if you need me, kid."

"Thanks."

He smiled sadly and wrapped his arms around you one more time. You melted into the hug and took the moment to breathe, wishing you could stay like that forever.

"Happy birthday." He then said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You woke up about an hour later to a light weight on your middle. You weren't too sure on what it was until a little boy's giggle followed.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, what are you doing?" You grumbled, eyes still closed.

"Morning, Ellen." You heard his cheery tone greet back. "I want to show you something."

"Go away, I'm dead."

"No, you're just lazy."

"Peter!" A new voice scolded.

You opened your eyes at that, realizing two more people accompanied him. "May? Ben?"

You were surprised.

May held a birthday cake lit with candles, and Ben held a bag that looked filled to the brim with all kinds of snacks and candy. Peter was standing next to the bed with half of his body on top of yours and an adorable child-like grin on his face.

"What's the occasion?" You joked.

Peter rolled his eyes and poked your cheek. "Don't play dumb. It's song time."

"No, thanks. I like my windows in one piece."

He stuck out his tongue. "Shut up and listen."

"Peter." May scolded again while Ben simply laughed.

"Sorry." He mumbled, standing straight.

Then, on the count of three, Ben initiated the singing.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to Ellen... Happy birthday to you!" The three of them sang.

During the song, Peter sent a not-so-subtle wink when your alias was named which made you laugh.

"Thank you." You then said with a smile. "Really."

"Aren't you, like, ancient now?" Peter teased.

You playfully glared, then looked at his aunt and uncle. "Are you sure you two raised him?"

They laughed and May shrugged. "I think it's your influence, Ellen."

You faked a gasp. "I am insulted!"

"And I'm hungry." Peter complained, taking your hand and dragging you out of bed. "Come on!"

And for the rest of the afternoon the four of you had a mini party.

You had pizza and cake and watched some random TV in the background. The Parkers had even gotten you a gift. It was a homemade lava lamp in your favorite color. It was a simple gift, but it meant the world.

For the first time, your birthday was genuine fun. Save for the incident earlier on, you felt truly appreciated and loved. You couldn't help but remember celebrating all your other birthdays alone since you never got along with your dad.

Even after Parkers left - May for work and Peter to study - you had a smile on your face. However, thinking back on your life also made you also think forwards, and you realized there was something you needed to take care of.

The warehouse in Upstate.

You hadn't visited in a while since it was mostly just storage for you now. It was collecting a ton of dust but it still felt like home, bearing in mind it was for a few months when you were homeless.

The inside was tall and looming, shrouded in darkness. Even asking FRIDAY to illuminate the place didn't do much. Still, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.

"Hey, FRIDAY?" You called softly.

"Yes, miss?" She replied.

You looked at the clear space ahead of you and took a breath. "Show me Protocol Waterlight."

"Are you sure, miss?"

"Nope, but go ahead."

Even FRIDAY hesitated, but finally did bring up the image.

It seemed so innocent at first, just a calming lake with a distant sunset. It was in the form of a hologram, meaning the water rippled and glistened in the dusk light. However, that sunset was simply the promise of a future sunrise, a light to eventually emerge from the coming darkness.

Time went on, and little waterlights began to appear, floating on the surface of the lake. Their candles made the water appear like a night sky filtered with stars, beacons so far away and yet seemingly so close. It resembled a tribute almost.

As you watched, the orange glare reflected in your eyes, you focused on each individual lantern, remembering little bits of your past and the stories you created as you grew up.

One of your very first memories was sneaking into your dad's workshop and watching him take apart one of his cars. You took mental notes and tried to do the same with another car the next week but he had only gotten annoyed.

You remembered one of your birthdays in which Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey tried to celebrate with you. They had made you a beautiful cake and bought you so many amazing presents but the first thing you asked was where your dad was. You could see the looks of uncertainty on their faces even now.

You remembered high school, with so many people wanting to be your friend solely because of your last name. They would ask what it was like to be rich and live in a mansion with such a famous father but when you had no amazing stories to tell they simply started to act as if you didn't exist anymore.

You remembered running away. That fear and coldness, the thought of leaving everything behind, it haunted you even now. That shadow might never lift, and you didn't know how much longer you could live with it.

You remembered everything as you watched the waterlights. From childhood to the present, things were as clear as day.

And when you thought of your dad...

Instead of feeling rage and hate and malice, you smiled tearfully. Thinking of him was the easy part, you did it every day. But missing him? That hurt like hell. Even in the darkest days, when you felt inadequate and unworthy, you found yourself remembering who you were. You remembered whose daughter you were.

You were (Y/n) Stark, and it was about time you came to terms with that.

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ackermanbitch · 1 year

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Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Part 6.5?

a/n: so this is honestly just filler (which is why it's so SHORT) before the part of the fic that takes place during the beginning of homecoming. i dont see the point in writing for the rest of civil war when realistically this is as far as reader would be involved. also not using (y/n) bc i dont like it anymore :D

warnings: arguing?? but it's kind of funny, reader being very much tony's daughter and repressing very real and important emotions

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5

word count: 730 (augh its so short im sorry, next chapter will be the normal length dw )

"Ross wants you in juvie, and honestly, I can't totally blame him! You were assisting war criminals. War. Criminals."

The teen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to lean as far away from the boy sitting next to her, wondering why the hell he chose to sit right there when there was an entire private plane for him to roam. "Why didn't you have this conversation with me before I left?" She whispered angrily, adjusting the phone in her hand to speak directly into the microphone.

Regardless of where Peter sat, he would've heard Tony's yapping through the phone in response to being interrupted during a lecture.

"Oh I'm sorry my scolding doesn't line up with your schedule young lady, but this is the only time I could fit in to talk to you, what between all the meetings I'm having in an attempt to keep you out of jail!"

"Can't you, I don't know- tell them I happened to be going for a-... a nice stroll? Walked into the crossfire by mis-" She stumbled over her words, eyes darting to Peter who snorted at her idea before she even finished. He quickly cleared his throat, head turning away so quickly she thought he might've pulled something.

Tony brought his palm up to his forehead, some measly attempt to soothe his growing migraine, "This is not a joke, we're talking about you potentially doing prison time-"

"I've hardly done anything deserving a real charge Dad, they just think I'm going to do something and I obviously won't, seeing as my team of 'war criminals' are in fucking Alcatraz-"

"One, you need to watch your damn language and two, you think I don't know that? Of course I think these allegations are a load of bullshit, it doesn't make it any easier to shut them down." Tony sighed, checking the time on his phone before bringing it back to his ear. "Listen, I have to go, call me when you land and don't let Happy fall asleep. Can't have you two teenagers unsupervised on my private plane."

She glanced at Happy's snoring figure on the other side of the jet, "Yeah, sure, he's wide awake. Love you, bye." She deadpanned, hanging up before Tony could finish reciprocating the sentiment.

She may have forced a mask of indifference, even carelessness, when faced with the consequences but behind all that, her brain felt like a fucking circus. A circus with multiple tornado sirens going off, fires and mass hysteria. Oh, and every clown wore her face. Her stupid, 'rebel against dad' at any chance, war criminal assisting face. She'd rather end up in prison than have to face her dad again. What if he never forgives her for this, what if he never moves on, what if this isn't like every other time she's done something stupid, this could change the course of her li-

"You're not.. actually gonna go to jail, right?" Peter interrupted her raging thoughts, giving her quite the worried stare.

She sighed, fiddling with her phone, "No, he would never let that happen. Not with his troupe of lawyers. I'll get let off with a 'hefty warning'," She emphasized with air quotes, "AKA forty torturous minutes of Cap telling me how I need to make better choices. Though he's stuck in the clink right now so I don't know."

She tried to hide the slight shake to her voice, how it sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than explaining it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't tell Mr. Stark I said this but uh- Y'know, he's Captain America, he'll probably break out of there in no time."

She slowly turned her head to look at him, slowly letting a smile break out across her face. "Yeah, maybe. He's pretty crazy. Suuuch a rebellious guy, very anti-government."

Peter shrugged with a hopeful smile, "I don't know, this whole thing started over him not wanting to sign a peace treaty, that seems extremely anti-government."

"I guess you're right Parker, as always." She grinned, ignoring his flushed cheeks at her compliment and letting her eyes drift to Happy.

"You got a marker?"

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thewidowsghost · 2 years

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Tribute To A Father (Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader)

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Hey! This was just a random thought I had after hearing this song. I

The cords ring out from the piano and (Y/n) drops her hands. Tears stream down the woman’s face, landing on the keys of the piano.

“Mommy!” a five year-old runs into the room, but her expression falls at the sadness on her mother’s face. “What’s wrong?” Natalie asks, running over to hug her mother tightly, brushing away a few tears with her tiny hands.

“Nothin’, baby,” (Y/n)’s arms tighten around her daughter’s tiny frame. “How ‘bout we go get you a snack, huh?”

“Hi, honey,” Natasha greets her wife as (Y/n) and their daughter make their way through the kitchen.

“Hi,” (Y/n) replies, setting her daughter down, and accepting a kiss from her wife.

“Eww!!” Natalie complains, covering her eyes, though she giggles when Natasha pokes her in the belly. “Cheerios!” Natalie says, seeing the box (Y/n) pulled from a cabinet.

“I heard your song,” Natasha murmurs, her fingers running down (Y/n)’s back when the couple settles on the couch.

(Y/n) turns in her wife’s hold, her head resting on Natasha’s chest. “I miss him,” (Y/n) says, tearing up again.

“I know,” Natasha murmurs.

(Y/n) had been left alone without her wife and daughter for five years, and Tony, her father, and performed the Snap to save the world from Thanos. April 26, 2023 had changed (Y/n)’s life - her father had died to help bring back his daughter-in-law and grand-daughter.

Today is May 29, a little over a month since the Avenger / Father / Grandfather had passed away. Today, was Tony’s birthday, and he wasn’t here to celebrate it.

. . .

“This is a tribute to my father,” (Y/n) says into the microphone. The audience falls silent, knowing exactly who the woman’s father was. “Tony Stark was my father. My hero. And I miss him so much, so this . . .” (Y/n) sits down behind the piano, slotting the microphone in its place, “is for him.” (Y/n) looks forward into one of the wings, finding her family - her mother Pepper, her sister Morgan, Natasha, and Natalie.

(Y/n)’s fingers brush the keys of the piano.

“Sunday mornin’s were your favorite I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road You did your hair like you were famous Even if it’s only to brunch we would go”

“Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I've buried my hunger with you I'm screaming at a God, I know I don’t believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do”

“And I’m still holdin’ on to everythin’ that’s dead and gone I don’t wanna say goodbye cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces”

“Digging through your old birthday letters A crumpled twenty still in the box I don't think that I could ever find a way to spend it Even if it's the last twenty that I've got”

“Oh, I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces”

“I'm still holding (On), holding (On), holding on I'm still holding (On), holding (On), holding on I'm still holding (On), holding (On), I'm still holding on I'm still . . . ooh, still holding on”

“I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces”

Once again, the final cord rings from the piano.

The audience is silent for a moment, before they erupt into applause, and, for the first time, (Y/n) isn’t depressingly sad about her father’s death.

. . .

“Hey,” Natasha nudges her wife awake from her nap on the couch.

(Y/n) yawns widely, sitting up sleepily.

“Look at this,” Natasha sits down next to (Y/n) and shoves her phone into her wife’s hands.

(Y/n)’s eyes widen and she scrolls through video after video of tributes to her father with her song.

Natasha’s gaze gleams with pride, and she presses a kiss to (Y/n)’s temple.

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manidk1273 · 20 days

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🎀 — Wedding.

Tony was never the best father to you, even he knew that. You were a variable he never considered.. until you were 17. Surprisingly, Nick Fury himself recruited you for the Avengers. That's where your relationship starts again.. it was rocky, difficult but at least you each other as teammates.

Your name wasn't an unknown name, just like your biological father you were a genius. Even without powers, you were skilled. The first time you fought crime (though it was an accident and just sudden.) You wore a black surgical mask, and got in the fight scene. There, Spiderman himself saw you before you ran away.

„ Who are you? ”

. . . .

„ Whatever you wanted it to be, Spider. ”

You said, masked appearance as you stepped to the edge of the building falling elegantly but not to your death. At first, people thought you had powers but it was debunked by yourself. Tony met you— He never realized you were his kid until he met your parents. The woman he hooked up with years ago, and her now husband.

It was awkward at first but he shoved it off his shoulders. Ever since then, he has tried to restore a relationship. It was awkward between you two at first but you've gone from teammates to friends. Sure, Tony was relieved but he still felt like he wasn't doing enough. Especially when your step father(Mother's husband) would come with your mother. You even called him dad, he thought it was preposterous to him. He wasn't your real dad.

After years in the battlefield.. the world was at peace, but of course it wasn't always gonna be like this so you finally decided to marry your s/o this time of year. You met them having your career as a superhero, and you were so proud of them.. you were so lucky to have them in your life. It took him a slap to the face and Pepper to realize he was actually just jealous.. he was in denial.

Of course, every Avenger was invited. Close friends too.. and especially family. It was a small wedding, no big things.. but the venue was perfect for the two of you. Everyone attended with a plus 1, as the invitation suggested. As the ceremony began.. the usual traditional stuff happened. But one thing made Tony's heart drop.

Your step father was the one who was walking you down the aisle to your groom. It was awakening something in him.. of course, he's proud and happy for you. But when he saw that scene.. that moment, he felt like ripping your father's soul apart from his body. But he quickly shook away the thought. As the beautiful ceremony ended, he didn't stay for the feast. Pepper noticed when he wasn't near the tables and went to the parking lot to see him near the car, sitting by himself.

She knew Tony too much, she already knew what was happening. She sat beside him and took his hand to her palm.

“ Feel like shit, Pepper.. ”

“ I know. ”

It took a few more exchange of words before he just cried to her chest, she didn't expect the conversation to go like that but she was glad he wasn't bottling up his emotions.

He feels like shit, he really does. He knows he doesn't have the right to walk you down the aisle— but it hurts so much. He does see you as a kid, he really did. But he can't just.. reverse years of absence just by a year. He can't blame you.. you're just living your life.

He never wanted to become like his father. He wanted to show he cared, but.. sometimes you just.. become what you don't want to become.

I've been getting ideas I just needed to write. Again, I'm just getting back to the writing industry and I'm still very rusty.. but I hope you like my attempt at angst:)

As usual, Thank you so much for reaching the end and I hope you have a great day.

- Velvette 🎀

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Attractive Stranger

Tony stark's daughter accidentally opens a doorway to an alternate universe and Andrew Garfield's spiderman comes though and they need to work together to get him back to his universe

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Laying in a chair in my father's lab filled with Iron Man suits while my father was fixing one of the flight thrusters that was broken. I keep tossing a gold ring in the air that he got from someone named Doctor Strange from the battle with the purple guy from space. "Sweetheart can you hand me that rench?" He asked pointing to the one near my foot that I grabbed playing with the ring until it glows. I hand my father the tool gasping as a orange circle portal opens up behind him. My father raised his brows seeing someone walking out wearing a Spider-Man suit. "Kid, how'd you get in here. This is trustpassing?" The stranger removed the mask and I feel my cheeks heating up at seeing its not our Spider-Man.

"I am Peter Parker and I'm Spider-Man." The guy had brown hair and eyes almost matching the young Parker we knew. But there was no way that he just returned since Thanos wiped out half the universe. Getting to my feet I had to admit I found this Peter attractive if he's telling the truth. "You're pulling my leg, you're not Parker." My father pointed his tool towards him as I got to my feet thinking up something. "Climb the wall or web shooters." I moved my hands in a circle before the new Peter jumped up sticking to the ceiling by his right hand questioning. "This proof enough, Ms..." He trailed off staring down at me where I hold my hand out that he shakes. "Y/n Stark."

Suddenly my father pulled me backwards behind his chest eyeing the guy hanging from his ceiling. "Don't touch my daughter, you space creature." He warned raising his hand so his hand blaster attached to his right hand. Peter dropped down his eyes lighting up at what he just saw. "Woah how did you do that. Do you create that in a lab or were you electrocuted by something metal?" My father knitted his eyebrows together trying to be intimidating towards our intruder. "Nevermind that back to my questions. How the hell did you get here and what do you want so called Peter Parker?" Peter shrugged his shoulders moving his hands around rambling off science terms sounding like my father with his technology terms. "I'm not sure how I'm here exactly. My guess is that is has something to do with uh - String theory. Multi dimensional reality and matter displacement..."

I step around my father who glared wanting me to stay away from him being overprotective. I pick up his wrist seeing a tech sort of thing on his wrist needing an answer. "What are these. Did you make them. Because I thought you get bit by a spider?" Peter smiled bending his head down embarrassed about you holding his hand, even though he wasn't apposed to it at all. "I uh - I did. But I made these to control my web shooting...like in a lab type thing. There were a few mess ups..." He rubbed the back of his neck staring down at me since I'm not as tall as him. "I just don't know how to get back to - um my world. Do you think you could help, Y/n?" I smiled softly up to him getting interrupt my father's shouting. "There will be no romantic involvement with my daughter what so ever!" Whipping my head around I groaned back to him feeling my face turning red and apparently Peter was blushing too.

"Dad seriously. Nothing is going to happen he needs our help that's all!" I throw my hands up flipping my hair over my shoulder. He lowers his hand blaster shaking his head with a serious look on his face. He could see that you got embarrassed around this Peter unlike with the one he knew. So he wasn't taking any chances, Pepper your mother would be on your side if she wasn’t away on a business trip. "Mr Stark, I promise I won't date your daughter while I'm here." Peter held his hands up reassuring him hoping to not get shot. My father plopped down in his rolling chair calling for his AI. "Jarvis, see if you can find Thor anywhere on Earth and patch me through to S. H. I. E. L. D." The AI response suprised Peter. "Yes, sir." He glanced down to me with a shocked smile on his face. "It's just like Oscorp. An artificial intelligence, right?" My father nodded his head to his statement. "Smart answer, Parker." One way or another we were going to get this Spider-Man back home.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

I honestly had fun writing what their interaction would be.

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marivelsblog1503 · 13 days

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✧ Capítulo Uno: De regreso al trabajo. ✧

«— 4 semanas después. —»

«— Todo parecía ir un poco más rápido de lo que se esperaba, 4 semanas en donde Tony todavía sigue aprendiendo a ser padre primerizo, claro, nadie le dijo que sería tarea fácil, en un día era soltero y sin preocupaciones, ahora tiene una pequeña luz, un verdadero motivo por el que hace las cosas, nadie esperaba esa parte de Tony ¿cierto?

— ¡No, no, espera unos segundos! — la voz de su mejor amigo sonaba muy sorprendido por lo que acaba de escuchar, de hecho, resonaba por toda la sala, coronel James Rhodes, mejor conocido como “Rhodey” — Me voy casi un año, y cuando estoy de regreso, los encuentro a Pepper y a ti con un bebe en sus brazos — aun no podía creer lo que estaba viendo.

— Bueno no solo es el bebe, es mi bebe, es una hermosa niña y su nombre Grace Maria Stark — dijo Tony con orgullo, haciéndole cosquillas a su pequeña, logrando hacerla reír — Además, eres su tío, ¿Eres capaz de romperle el corazón? —

Los dos adultos se encontraban en la habitación de la bebe, que es digno de un pequeño angelito, para Rhodey todo lo que estaba pasando es una verdadera sorpresa, ya que no se imaginaba que Tony tuviera una hija, mejor dicho, nunca se lo imaginaba como padre.

— ¿Qué pasara con la compañía?, ¿Obadiah sabe de esto, de tu hija? — esa era la pregunta que pasaba por la mente de de Rodhey, en realidad eran preguntas que necesitaban respuestas.

— La compañía estará muy bien sin mi, al menos por unos meses o un año, el tiempo necesario para estar con mi hija, en cuanto a Obadiah pues él... No se lo tomo muy bien que se diga, pero, estuve probando que el trabajando desde casa y cuido de Grace con ayuda de Pepper — explico el millonario, dejando cuidadosamente a Grace en su cuna, ya se estaba quedando dormida — Bueno pequeña, ya conociste a tu tío, pero ya es tiempo de tu siesta , te amo Grace. —

Beso la frente de su pequeña y Rodhey todavía no lo creía, y esto porque observo el acto que hizo su mejor amigo.

El playboy más arrogante de la ciudad, aquel que manejaba una de la mayores empresas de todos los tiempos, se haya vuelto un padre.

Ambos salieron de la habitación de la bebe, y dirigirse a la sala, aunque ambos adultos estaban en silencio, esto se había vuelto muy incomodo así que Rodhey decidió romperlo de una buena vez.

— ¿Quién es su madre? — una nueva pregunta para una nueva respuesta, Rodhey necesitaba todas las respuestas posibles, ya que esta noticia sigue siendo algo muy loco de creer de una buena vez, y para Tony escuchar esta pregunta, su rostro se volvió seria, pero, triste a su vez.

— La madre de Grace... Es aquella mujer que ame de verdad, aquella que me amo a pesar de todas mis fallas, ella es Emily Carter — contesto Tony mirando a su amigo, sin cambiar la expresión de su rostro.

— ¿Emily Carter?, la sobrina de Margaret Carter — dijo Rodhey sorprendido.

Tony solo asintió con la cabeza y miro hacía la ventana — Sus padres la están buscando y la única forma de proteger a Grace es que este conmigo, según la carta que me dejó, ellos no saben que yo soy el padre — explicaba él, luego se levanto y comenzó a dirigirse a su taller.

— Tony — llamo Rodhey, pero este solo lo ignoro — Tony espera, se que preocupado pero... — ambos bajaron las escaleras, quería tranquilizar a su amigo aunque él solo trataba de idear un plan.

—Estoy más que preocupado Rodhey, soy el padre de esa bebe, créeme que es una bendición para mi el convertirme en padre, pero, lamentablemente la mujer que he amado no está aquí para ver a nuestra hija crecer, dar sus primero pasos, escuchar sus primeras palabras, llevarla a su primer día de escuela — Tony se escuchaba preocupado y alterado, su amigo quería decirle que todo estaría bien, pero no sabría que decir — Estoy asustado, no sé si seré en buen padre de aquí en adelante, no tuve una buena relación con el mío, ¿Qué me hace creer que lo haré bien? —

Las lágrimas no tardaron en aparecer, en cuanto Rodhey se acerco colocando su mano en su hombro, no dijo nada porque no sabía que decir, su mejor amigo estaba asustado, ¿Quién no lo estaría bajo estas circunstancias?, nadie sabe como ser padre, sin embargo, la únicas palabras sabías de su madre lo han ayudado durante este proceso, el tener un hijo en el momento que parece ser correcto es una bendición, y estaba más que claro que Tony amaba a Grace, incluyendo el protegerla de cualquier peligro.

— Tony te conozco desde hace años, te estás esforzando y es excelente, se que te duele por lo de Emily, eso no quita que Grace te necesitara a partir de ahora, eres padre primerizo, dale tiempo — dijo Rodhey dándole a su amigo palabras de apoyo — Cuando Emily desapareció, comenzaste a beber sin control durante 5 meses, no solo eso, si no que empezaste acostarte con... —

— Rodhey, ve al punto de una buena vez — ya Tony comenzaba a molestarse.

— Bueno esta bien, mi punto es que... Hace unos 40 minutos te vi cargando a una bebe, lo más genial es que amas a Grace y ella esta muy apegaba a ti. —

Tenía razón, debía seguir en esta misma dirección en la que va, cuidando de su pequeña y tenía el apoyo necesario para continuar.

Ambos son los Stark que pueden llevar a cabo el legado de la empresa.

Pero Tony tiene un mejor plan para el futuro de su hija.

«— Pasaron unas horas desde la conversación de Tony y Rodhey, este último estaba con su sobrina haciéndola reír y consintiendola, mientras que charlaba más animadamente con su mejor amigo y también con Pepper que le había traído el biberón a la pequeña, aunque esta lo había rechazado ya que no tenía hambre aún, se formo un aura de paz y tranquilidad, seguían en el taller pues Tony trabajaba en un nuevo proyecto, aunque esto no iba a durar mucho.

En eso escucharon como la puerta principal fue azotada, Pepper fue a ver quien se trataba, los dos continuaban con su conversación, hasta que se escucho una voz muy conocida para ambos, junto con la de Pepper tratando de detenerlo.

— Señor Stane se lo pido por favor, el señor Stark está muy ocupado — dijo Pepper tratando de detener a Obadiah que había entrado al taller, claramente se le notaba muy molesto.

— Debemos hablar Tony, ¡Ahora! — exigió él, por lo que Tony miro a su amigo.

— Obadiah cálmate — dijo Rodhey tratando de calmar la situación, sobre todo si tiene a una bebe en sus brazos.

— Tú no te metas Rhodes. —

Estaba más que claro que Obadiah no quería escuchar a nadie, y causar un conflicto no era problema, ambos comenzaron a discutir y la bebe comenzó a llorar, Pepper trato de separarlos al igual que Tony, pero los llantos de Grace no cesaban y se volvieron más fuertes, los cuatro adultos se quedaron en silencio en ese momento, por lo que Pepper la tomo en sus brazos y así tratar de calmarla.

— Rodhey, Pepper, llévense a mi hija de aquí, necesito aclarar algunas cosas con Obadiah a solas — Dijo Tony mirando a su mentor seriamente, aunque también estaba molesto por hacer llorar a su pequeña.

Los dos nombrados no dijeron nada, Grace se había calmado cuando Pepper se alejo un poco del taller, en cuanto a Rodhey miraba de manera seria y molesta a Obadiah, Tony solo le dio unos golpes ligeros en la espalda, indicándole que todo iba a salir bien, después de todo solo tendría una charla, por lo que Rhodes salió del taller dejando a Tony y Obadiah solos, tal y como quería este último.

Tony solo se acerco a un mini refrigerador que tenía en el taller, sacó un vaso con cuatro cubos de hielo y una botella de Whisky entera — ¿Quieres un trago? — pregunto el millonario a su mentor, pero este se negó — ¿Vienes a regañarme otra vez? — nuevamente pregunto pero esta vez burlándose.

— Esto no es gracioso Tony, debes encargarte otra vez de la empresa — dijo Obadiah nuevamente molesto.

— Y lo estoy haciendo — comenzó a servirse un poco del Whisky.

— Sabes que debes estar en la juntas, firmar los contratos y dar entrevistas — dijo Obadiah acercándose a Tony.

— Ya lo dije en una de nuestras juntas Obie — Dijo Tony usando ese apodo que no le gustaba para nada a su mentor — No estoy renunciando, me encargare de la compañía desde casa, ahora que soy padre debo estar con mi hija las 24 horas del día — lo había dicho con orgullo, con la charla que tuvo con Rodhey ahora se sentía un poco más tranquilo.

— Cuando empece a trabajar para tu padre, siempre estaba para la compañía cuando lo necesitaban, y también recuerdo que tu siempre estabas con tu madre o con una niñera — Obadiah recordaba cada momento cuando Howard estaba a cargo, sabía la relación algo tensa entre padre e hijo — ¿Por qué no dejas a esa bebe con una niñera? —

Desde el primer inicio, se notaba que Obadiah odiaba a Grace y eso se noto un poco cuando discutió con Rodhey y tenía a la bebe en sus brazos, claro que ese odio lo disimulaba un poco cuando estaba con Tony, Pepper, Happy y ahora con Rhodes de regreso en la ciudad.

— En primer lugar, esa bebe es mi hija y tiene un nombre — Tony se escuchaba molesto, pero no dudaría en defender a su pequeña — Y en segundo lugar, no pienso seguir los mismos pasos que mi padre, ya lo dije incontables veces, voy a estar con Grace en cada momento y nada de niñeras. —

— Pero... —

— ¡Fin de la discusión! — Tony solo mostró su mano deteniéndolo inmediatamente — Ahora, si eres tan amable de retirarte, voy a seguir pasando el restro de la tarde con mi hija. —

No tenía caso, ya sería perder más el tiempo o desperdiciar saliva, cualquiera de las dos formas y Tony no iba a cambiar de opinión, sí llegó a la mansión molesto, se iba a ir hecho una furia.

No todos debemos seguir los mismos pasos que nuestros progenitores, aún más si padres e hijos no han tenido una buena relación entre ellos.

Una relación que Tony no iba a repetir, su relación con su hija iba a ser muy diferente.

«— La bebe estaba nuevamente en su habitación, junto con Pepper y Rodhey, aunque la pelirroja estaba sentada en un sofá que estaba en la habitación, meciéndola y tarareandole una canción de cuna, estaba funcionando ya que Grace se estaba quedando dormida nuevamente, Rodhey estaba acomodando la cuna de su sobrina para así acostarla, está escena la estaba observando el padre de la bebe, de hecho, ninguno de los dos que estaban cuidando de la bebe se percato de su presencia.

— ¿Logro comer algo? — pregunto Tony mirando a su asistente.

— Sí señor, logro comer algo cuando salimos del taller — dijo Pepper mirando a la bebe con una sonrisa.

— Heredó hasta tu estomago Tony, se tomo dos biberones — dijo Rodhey en modo de broma, aunque Tony no estaba para bromas en estos momentos — ¿Qué quería el señor dueño del universo? — pregunto refiriéndose a Obadiah y Tony se sentó a lado de su asistente.

— La misma insistencia de siempre, regresar a la compañía en persona, pero no quiero dejar a mi hija sola y menos con una niñera como lo sugirió Obadiah — dijo Tony mirando a su hija y ella lo miraba tranquilamente.

— Bueno, ¿Por qué no la llevas contigo? — dijo Rodhey, tenía sentido, sin embargo, tampoco era una opción para Tony.

— Sería como repetir el ciclo — dijo el millonario soltando un suspiro de frustración, ya se estaba quedando sin opciones — Se lo dije a Obadiah, no quiero seguir los mismos pasos que mi padre, quiero que Grace tenga una infancia normal — miro a Pepper indicándole que quería cargar a su hija, por lo que ella se la paso y él estaba mirando a su mayor creación mientras se levantaba.

— Te entiendo Tony, pero por una parte y me duele admitirlo, Obadiah tiene razón — dijo Rodhey aunque sabía que se arrepentiría después — Tienes que estar en persona — coloco su mano en el hombro de su amigo.

— Lo sé, pero no dejaré a Grace con una extraña, ni en un millón de años — Tony estaba decidido y no quería cambiar de opinión.

— Bueno no sería necesario, mientras estás en las juntas, reuniones o cualquier evento que necesitas ir, yo me podría quedar con Grace — intervino Pepper rápidamente, aunque Tony estaba a punto de negarse — Y antes de que digas algo, conozco su horario, Grace será la primera bebe que cuide, además, no está con una desconocida y ella esta muy tranquila cuando quiere comer, el cambiarla y dormirla.

En verdad no esperaba esa propuesta, aunque no la iba a rechazar tan fácilmente, tiene el punto de vista de su mejor amigo, y su asistente es muy confiable para quedarse con su hija, Tony Stark estaba de regreso al juego, no estaba solo después de todo.

Este sería un nuevo nivel para comenzar a trabajar, solo es cuestión de ver como podría llevarse a cabo.

Este tipo de cosas no podía rechazarlo, así que este sería una ventaja.

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I just saw a skating show and one of the guys looked like bucky and now I NEED a yn × figure skating partner bucky one shot. With them working on a throw and he's all mad she can't land it then gets hurt and all the angst and comforting. Omg please I'll cry I love you! ❤️

Ok, I have to admit this was my first ask and I got so excited that this got a little away from me. I'd like to say I'm sorry for not putting much technical stuff about figure skating in it but I know really nothing, I did my best researching stuff but it's still not much. I hope you're happy how it turned out, if not let me know! I really just took it and ran with it, I really hope you like it. 🥹❤️

also, sorry it took me a little but my keyboard broke and I had to wait for the new one because writing on the phone I would've made too many mistakes.

On Thin Ice - Bucky Barnes x y/n Stark

Summary: you're paired with Bucky Barnes for an important competition but your negative feelings towards each other make everything much more difficult. Figure Skating AU.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Stark reader

Warnings: Bucky being an ass. Reader gets hurt. Angst. Language cause why not. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.6K

A/N: I didn't proof read it honestly, I was just excited to publish it. I'm going to double check it sometime tomorrow and edit it later! ❤️

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Being a Stark isn't always easy.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re superheroes or anything, but being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that you always had to be not only on your best behavior but you had to be the best in general, no matter what you were doing.

It’s always been a lot of pressure growing up, but it's something you're used to at this point.

All your life there just wasn’t room for failure.

When you were little you hated it, sometimes even hated your dad for it, but you had to give it to him that it made you detail oriented and more driven and focused than most, so with time you came to be grateful for it.

His continuous badgering you into taking various lessons as a kid is also what led you to discover your passion: figure skating.

Skating was something that just somehow came naturally to you, and the more time you spent at the ice rink the more you fell in love with it.

You loved just spending hours going and going, to the point where the world blurred around you and you almost felt like you were flying.

After seeing how happy it made you, your father eased up a bit on you, but he still expected perfection, which you always worked hard to provide.

All you’ve always wanted was to make him proud of you. Which he was and never failed to mention, but you were still terrified of disappointing him.

All the pressure your last name came with was nothing compared to the pressure you put on yourself, you were always your hardest critic.

That is, at least, until you met Bucky Barnes.

You don't know why, maybe he just hates you and likes to humiliate you, but it seems like he always has something to say about your performances.

It all started the very first day you met, you were 18 at the ice rink your father decided to buy for you on your birthday the week before.

You were shocked to say the least when he told you, but he had always been better at showing his love rather than saying it, and don’t ever let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t love his daughter to death.

It was the same place where you skated for the first time when you were merely 5 years old, which you then changed for one closer to your home, but this one held so much more sentiment for you that the extra travel time was worth it, and it was also much bigger, the place where a lot of the important competitions happened.

The Saturday after your birthday you finally had some free time having just finished exams week and finally being done with high school once and for all, so you planned to meet up with Natasha at the newly named ‘Stark’s snowland’.

Natasha was also a figure skater and you two have known each other since you were 8 years old, participating in almost a lot your competitions together, which usually ended with the two of you in first and second place.

Then Natasha started doing more and more couples competitions with various partners, but you were still always there to cheer for each other.

When she texted she was running late, you decided to just wait for her on the ice so you went inside, put on your skates and just got lost in your head, glad that the early hour meant nobody was around yet.

Then, after having done a few easy moves and having just finished an Axel, you heard some clapping coming from the entrance of the rink.

You stopped abruptly and looked for the source of the noise when you spotted a brunette cheering on you like he was at the Olympics standing beside a blonde that looked kind of embarrassed by his friends' antics.

"Didn’t realize I had an audience." you said, while moving towards them.

"Well, you should with the way you move out there." the brunette said, shamelessly checking you out shortly before receiving a smack behind his head, courtesy of blondie.

"Sorry about him. My name’s Steve," the blonde said while you tried hard not to laugh at the look his friend was giving him. "and this jerk here is Bucky." He pointed at his friend, who seemed to suddenly remember you were there because he turned to you with a charming smile while you introduced yourself.

"Is this your first time skating here?" Bucky asked "I’m sure I would remember a pretty face like yours." he then added, making you blush.

"I usually only come here for competitions, but-" before you could finish talking you heard the door behind them open and Natasha screaming "Stark!" making the boys turn around to look at her.

"Romanoff!" you greeted her, laughing.

Bucky turned back to you, face suddenly all serious, which confused you a lot since he was all flirty smiles until two seconds before. He mumbled something about having to go and almost ran away as fast as he could.

You looked at Steve who seemed as confused as you felt, gave you an apologetic smile and went after his friend.

You didn’t have much more time to ponder on the sudden turn of events because Natasha was in her skates on record time and raring to go.

All you know is, for the rest of the day you felt Bucky’s eyes on you but every time you turned to him he had a stoic look on his face, and every word out of his mouth towards you was criticism on whatever you were doing.

And here we are now, 6 years later and nothing has changed.

Now 24 and having graduated college, you can be found at Stark’s almost everyday while you figure out the next phase of your life.

It’s honestly not bad, your dad wanted you to intern for him at Stark Industries during college so, after you graduated, you could start working for him full time, but that’s not what you wanted.

If you’re honest with yourself you do want to take over your father’s empire one day, just not yet.

You wanted to keep doing skating competitions, therefore all the free time that you had during college was spent skating. And so, as a compromise, your dad had you teach a few kid classes during the week when one of the teachers unexpectedly quit one day, and you happily agreed.

You did this for all the duration of college, after graduating you kept doing it and, to your father’s delight, took on even more classes to keep yourself a bit more occupied.

It was at the end of one of these classes that you were suddenly approached by Barnes today, which was very rare.

Usually both of you did your best to avoid each other, even when you started being there everyday, you wouldn’t give each other even a second glance, as far as you were concerned.

You’ve liked him when you first met him, but after months of him being nothing but an ass to you, you decided to stop trying and largely ignore him unless you were in a larger group that consisted of you, him, Steve, Natasha, Sam, another friend of theirs that you quickly became friends with, and Scott, a friend you made your first week of college.

Needless to say, you were baffled to see Bucky walk up to you and not immediately insult your behavior during the lesson that just ended, like he usually does when he gifts you with his presence. Instead he said "Hey Stark, can we talk?"

"Uhm… sure. What’s up, Barnes?" you say while starting to put down the cones you'll need for your next class.

"You know the couples competition that we’re having here in a few months?" he asks, following behind you. You think he looks nervous, which you find weird as Bucky Barnes is as confident as they come.

"Yeah, what about it?" You stop what you’re doing and turn around towards him, too curious to not give him all your attention.

"Well, I wanted to sign up, but it seems like I’m missing a partner.,," he says while rubbing his neck, almost embarrassed by what he’s asking.

"Don’t you usually team up with Nat?" you ask him.

"I do, but she’s gonna be out of town that day, and all the other girls are either paired up or not interested…" he explains, still not going to the point.

"Where are you going with this, Barnes?" You ask, crossing your arms in irritation at the time he was wasting while you still have things to do before your next class.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" he almost whines and, when you merely raise your eyebrow, a clearly amused face at his almost desperation, he finally gets to the point of his interruption. "Fine. Will you be my partner?"

Although you suspected where he was going, it's still a little shocking to hear him ask. Before you answer him though, you feel the need to tell him "You know I’ve never done pairs before, right? Not even outside of competitions."

"I know, but I also know you’re a fast learner." at your confused look, he elaborates "You’ve been training here for what, six years now? I’ve seen you learn pretty advanced moves in a crazy short amount of time for last minute competitions or even just for fun. And, whether I like it or not, you’re one of the best figure skaters I’ve ever met." he finishes.

That last sentence has you scoffing at him and starting to get annoyed at him "You don’t need to lie to me just to get me to agree just because you’re desperate for a partner."

"Why would you think I’m lying?" he says while having the audacity to look confused at your anger.

"You do nothing but criticize me all the time! The real question is, why would I ever think otherwise?"

"Just because I criticize you, doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re good!" he says it like was the most obvious thing in the world. "Please Y/N, I really need a partner, and, right now, you’re my only choice. Please." he adds at the end, just for good measure.

To be fair, Bucky had never been this polite or patient with you, and has never even called you by your first name, so it was clear that this was important to him, which is probably what led you to say yes.

He seemed happy for all of two seconds before going back to being the usual jerk, which made you instantly start to regret your decision, but you figured old habits die hard, you just had to be a little patient and he would get easier to work with the more he got used to this.

Boy, were you wrong.

For the next three months you met with Bucky three times a week, working out your routine and training sometimes even for hours.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but what really annoyed you to no end was finding out that Bucky’s favorite brand of training seemed to be complaining.

All he did was criticize every move you made, right or wrong, even the couples ones you were still learning.

You also found out that being so close to him for such long periods of time made you clumsier than ever, which did not at all help the situation.

All it took was for you to be near him enough to be surrounded by his cologne and suddenly you were falling more than usual, missing your cues and straight up forgetting the next steps of the routine, which only gave Bucky more fuel to add to the fire.

It also didn’t help that whenever Bucky asked you why you were so distracted you lost all your natural Stark sarcasm and could barely get out a sound, not knowing how to tell him even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t, that he was the problem.

But you somehow made it through it and, with a week to go before the competition, you had it down to a T.

Or almost.

"Damn it." you say, frustrated with yourself, after you almost fall again on the landing of the throw jump.

The problem with throw jumps is that Bucky has to pick you up and quite literally throw you in the air and, while he does that quite easily, being so close to him right before he throws you disorients you just enough to miss twists and fumble the landing.

A thing that you’d never tell Bucky, which at the moment is giving the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

"Seriously, Stark?!" He almost yells while skating closer to you. "Why the hell is this taking you so long to get right? You’ve done harder things than this both by yourself and with me, so what the hell is wrong with you?"

Like always, you don’t quite know how to respond to him, not even wanting to acknowledge the cause of your concentration problem.

"Let’s just try this again." You say, quieter than you normally would, and get in position.

Your back is turned to him but you can hear him sigh before you feel him move and position himself next to you. You nod at Scott who’s controlling the music, and he starts again.

Everything is going great, until, again you fumble the landing, but this time you fall on your knees. You can hear Scott shouting your name, so you hold a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay.

You can see Bucky getting closer to you with your peripheral vision, but don’t look up or even try to make a move to get up.

You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes, not because it hurts, but because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to do this.

You’re trying your hardest not to cry out of anger when you see Bucky’s hand in front of your face, a silent offer of help. The last thing you want to do right now is look at his stupid face, so you slap his hand away and get up on your own, ignoring Bucky almost altogether and putting yourself in position to start again from the top.

Bucky comes behind you, but this time you can feel him looking at you while he says, "We don’t have to go again. We can stop here for today." his voice much quieter than it's ever been before, which only fuels your anger more.

"The competition’s next week Barnes, unless you want us to make fools of ourselves, we need to do this until I get it right." You snapped, letting him see you angry for the first time since you started training.

He was a little shocked but didn’t say anything else while he got in position, signaling to Scott to start the music.

All you can think about at this point is the disappointment on your dad’s face if you don’t win the competition, or worse fall like you just did.

You’re not even focused on Bucky anymore, in fact you’re so distracted that you don’t even make it to the throw jump before you fall, except this time you can feel that something’s wrong as soon as you hit the ice.

You can feel pain shoot from your ankle through your whole body and get immediately dizzy, you could barely make out the lights on the ceiling, your eyes going in and out of focus.

You can hear yelling and, once you concentrated, you can make out Bucky's voice saying words like ‘stupid’ and ‘incompetent’, which made you wish you had just passed out so you wouldn’t have to hear him insult you.

Your mind seemed to clear a little and you realized your tears finally started falling at some point, but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that before you were being helped to your feet, Scott telling you he was taking you to the hospital and everything was going to be okay.

You realized Bucky was no longer next to you before you even realized you didn’t have skates on anymore and were barefoot, but you just assumed he was too mad at you to care about your ankle.

You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a stomp on your left foot when your dad walks in, worry all over his face.

"Hey junior, are you okay?" you roll your eyes at his nickname, surely you don’t expect Tony Stark to be any less sarcastic seeing you well enough, but you’ve begged him to drop the stupid nickname which he refuses to because ‘but you’re just like me, it's a compliment!’

"I’m okay dad, just have to wear this for a few days." you say, pointing to your foot on a pillow.

"Good. Wanna tell me what happened?" he asks, taking a seat beside your bed.

"Just landed wrong while practicing the routine with Barnes. Too distracted, kept fucking up landings." you tell him, not daring to look in his eyes.

"Pushing yourself too hard?"

He surprises you with this question, but you promptly answer it. "If I was, I would’ve been able to land all my moves correctly. If anything I’m not pushing myself hard enough."

You can’t look at his face just to see the disappointment at your failure, but when you feel his hand on yours you force yourself to look into his eyes, and, to your surprise, there's no hint of disappointment.

"You know, sweetheart, I do mean it when I say you’re just like me. And there is nothing more heartbreaking to me than looking at you and seeing the same self-destructive tendencies I have reflected on you." he wipes a tear you hadn’t realized was falling from your cheek and keeps going. "I hate that I passed that on to you. I should’ve been more careful with you. I thought that letting you know I was proud was enough, unlike my dad, but maybe I should’ve been more specific."

"What do you mean?" you ask, sniffling a bit.

"I’m not proud of you because you always come first in competitions, or because you get the highest grades. I’m proud of you because I know you always try your best and put all of yourself into everything you do. That’s what being a Stark is all about. Plus you’re my daughter so let’s be honest, I’d love you to death even if you were a high school dropout who deals fake drugs to college kids."

You laughed while drying your tears, grateful for your father’s inability to stay serious for too long.

You hug him and say "Thanks, dad. I needed that more than I thought."

You let go of him and tell him about the real reason you couldn’t concentrate: the long-haired asshole with eyes so blue you felt like you were flying in the sky while looking at them, and like you were drowning the second he opened his mouth to say shit about you.

Of course you didn’t put it on those exact terms, but your dad was pretty good at reading between the lines.

By the end he had a smirk that made you want to legally change your name and run away because you just know he’s never going to let you live this down.

"Well, sounds like he’s really something." that’s all he says, weirdly. You eye him suspiciously but he doesn’t add to his sentence.

In fact, he doesn’t say anything more about it until he’s helped you get comfortable on your bed back home.

"You know…" he starts "little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on the playground to get their attention, because they don’t know what else to do." he says.

"Yeah, boys are stupid, so what?" you deadpan and he laughs then surprisingly says "Exactly. Maybe you’re not the only one that feels something here. Maybe there’s a stupid boy that can’t take his eyes off of you, but doesn’t know how to get your attention other than criticize you." he says, clearly happy with where he ended.

"Is this your long way of saying that you think Bucky likes me the same way I like him?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"This is my long way of saying don’t be a stubborn Stark and try actually talking to him about this. You’d be surprised how fast stupid boys grow up just to keep the girl they want. Just ask your mother." and with that he leaves with a wink, leaving you wondering how much more immature Tony Stark could’ve been to have to grow up enough to sweep Pepper Potts off her feet.

You spend the next few days as a little ball of anxiety on your bed, not being able to do much but overthink about Bucky, only getting a break when Scott came to keep you company.

The day before the competition you've enough and convince Scott to drive you to the ice rink, knowing Bucky was probably there.

When you get there you can hear music but you don’t think much of it until you get right in front of the door and realize it was the song you and Bucky chose. Frowning, you open the door and what you see makes your jaw drop.

There they are, Bucky and Natasha, doing your routine.

You don’t know when you got closer to the rink, but you cannot take your eyes off of them, that is until you hear someone beside you say "they’re good, aren’t they?"

You turn your head to see Sam and Steve, the latter looking at you in a knowing way that almost seems apologetic of Sam’s words, the effect of which Sam doesn’t seem to notice.

You always felt like Steve could see right through you when it came to Bucky, always looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt and how much his words hurt you.

Seemingly reading all the questions swimming in your mind right now, Steve offers you some answers.

"Natasha came back early from her vacation. He brought her up to speed and she agreed to help him out. They’ve been practicing non-stop everyday since the day after you got hurt." Feeling like you have enough information, you turn back to the ice.

You watch them work in sync, almost like they're connected by wires and one can’t move without taking the other with them.

You watch as Bucky picks up Nat effortlessly and throws her like she's made of air. You watch as she moves so gracefully that it's almost surreal. You see her land every jump perfectly.

Again. And again. And again.

Every jump, every twist, every second you watch them something inside you brokes more.

You don’t know why, Natasha has been Bucky’s partner countless times before and it never mattered to you, and you’ve only skated with him for less than four months.

Maybe it was the fact that they're using the routing you and Bucky had come up with together, maybe you feel replaced.

Maybe it was the fact that you were coming here to talk to Bucky about your feelings and now you were seeing him flying around the ice rink as close with another girl as he was with you, maybe even closer.

They finish the routine and you can hear Bucky’s laughter, you can see his smile as he tells Natasha how perfect she was, how impressed he is at how fast she picked up everything, how glad he is that she showed up when she did.

Then it hits you.

Of course he’s glad she showed up. He never wanted to do this with you, you weren’t even a second choice, it took literally every other girl he knows to be unavailable for him to even think to ask you.

Why wouldn’t he be happy to have her back? He certainly never acted like this with you. He never laughed, barely even smiled...

He didn’t choose you, he got stuck with you.

Suddenly, it’s like everything he’s ever done, everything he’s ever said to you comes crashing down on you all at once.

It’s like you can actually hear your heart breaking and there’s only one thought on your mind: He likes Natasha.

It makes sense, the first day you met he seemed into you, right up until he saw her and the second he turned around he was done with you.

Maybe he started to be an ass just to make that clear, not wanting to actually say anything. After all, he always was very nice to Nat. To everyone but you really.

And it’s not like you could blame him, Natasha’s always been better than you. Growing up she was always your only competition, it’s a fortune you ended up friends really, considering how easy it could’ve been for you to hate each other.

She’s the reason you spent so much time trying to be better, and you’d like to say it was the same for her, but you doubt it very much.

She’s always been prettier, thinner, stronger, smarter, better with boys and at making friends. She was the obvious choice.

Of course she was Bucky’s choice.

You didn’t realize you were so deep in your thoughts, or that you were still staring at them, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and hear Sam’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

You look at Steve and Sam and all you want to do is get out of here. It was already a miracle you weren’t already crying.

Without saying a word you turn around and walk away as fast as you can with the damn stump on your foot. You aren’t fast enough though, because halfway to the door you hear Bucky’s voice, much too close to you to your liking, calling your name.

For a second you think you hear something seeming happiness in his voice, but quickly dismiss the idea and try to keep going, but then you feel his hand on your wrist turning you around to face him.

His face seems to instantly fall as he looks at you and all you can think about is how sick you are of being the only one that takes his smile away.

"What’s wrong?" he asks in a weirdly soft tone, but you can’t find the voice to answer him.

You two just stare at each other until you hear someone clear their throat behind Bucky, and you look over his shoulder just as Natasha starts talking.

"Hi, Stark. Heard what happened to you." she nods towards your foot "Sorry I haven’t been to visit you, we’ve been pretty busy."

You don’t look at her while you answer, turning your eyes back to Bucky, who’s still holding your wrist, while you say "I can see that. Don’t worry, Romanoff, I’m just glad Barnes finally has a partner that’s not incompetent."

All he does is stare confusedly at you, which makes you angry enough to yank your hand away from him, turn around and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.

You miss the sadness on Bucky’s face, or the way he questions Sam and Steve about everything you said and did since the second you entered.

Bucky, on the other hand, did not miss the tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you turn away.

You decide not to go to the competition the following day. It would be the first time you voluntarily miss one of Nat’s competitions, but you don’t feel like having a replay of yesterday’s show when it’s already been on replay in your mind all night.

Your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Nat and Steve being the only ones that understand, even though they’re not very happy about it.

Another thing that doesn’t go unnoticed by the group is how much more agitated than normal Bucky seems to be.

Even during competitions, he’s usually very calm, but today the only thing that makes him stop pacing around the room is Natasha’s sharp ‘would you sit down’ that makes him sigh and sit next to her on the bleachers where they’re waiting for their turn.

He can’t seem to keep his body still as he starts to bounce his leg up and down out of nerves, and can’t seem to stop even when the redhead gets up abruptly with an exasperated ‘for the love of god’ and goes to sit further from him and near Sam, exchanging seats with Steve, who puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, effectively bringing out of his head and making his body still with another sigh.

"You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to." Steve tells his anxious friend.

"You know I have to Steve. Otherwise Fury won't let me do other couples competitions."

"I know, but the whole reason you started doing them was for the chance to pair up with Y/N, which never even happened until now." Steve points out while frowning.

"I’m not the one that chooses the pairs, Rogers, it’s always Fury. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I worked so hard this week just so she could do this. Plus Y/N’s never been interested in these competitions so this whole idea was just stupid to begin with. Now after I finally convince her, she gets hurt and thinks I think she’s incompetent, for some reason." Bucky hasn't been able to stop thinking about what you said yesterday.

Why would you ever think he thinks you're incompetent? He knows he's been a dick to you for years, but never has he ever said you were incompetent.

It's really just constructive criticism given in a poor way. A very poor way... Yeah, he really just has himself to blame for the way you feel about him now, he knows it.

He doesn't even really have a justification for it, either. If he's being honest with himself, he's intimidated by you.

The first time he saw you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, you were so graceful on skates and looked like you were exactly where you belong, lost in your own little world.

Then when Natasha said your name, he realized who he was talking to: the daughter of one of the richest families in town.

He'd heard a lot about you and your family, your impressive achievements on and off the ice. He's ashamed to say he felt small all of a sudden, knowing just from hearing about you that he'd never be good enough for you.

Still, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, couldn't help but watch you as much as he could get away with, but the only way he could justify that without being seen as a creep was to criticize what you did. It made sense, right?

Bucky is pulled from his thoughts, again, by Steve’s voice.

"Well, you were basically yelling that at her when she got hurt last week." at his words Bucky's just as confused as he was yesterday when you stormed out.

"I didn’t…" then it hits him. "I wasn’t talking about her! I was talking about Scott because he wouldn’t hurry up!"

"Oh. Listen, buddy, we both know you like her. You fucked up, big time, and it’s gonna take a lot to get her to forgive you. You could start by stop being an ass to her and apologize." Bucky knows the blonde is right.

It will take a miracle just to get you to look in his direction, let alone allow him to apologize, but he has to at least try to make things right.

He stands up suddenly, startling Steve, and says, "you were there for all our rehearsals, right? You know the routine?"

Steve is confused, but answers with a slow "yeah, why?" but Bucky gives no further explanation, too busy picking up all his stuff.

When Steve puts together what his friend is hinting at, he quickly says "I didn’t mean right now!"

"No time like the present! Go change." he says, nudging Steve toward the changing rooms.

"Buck, if you go now Fury’s gonna kill you!"

"I don’t care!" he yells, basically running out the door and ignoring Natasha yelling his name, the only thing on his mind being running to you as fast as he could.

Every thought in his head, though, is instantly forgotten as he comes to a sudden stop at the top of the stairs outside of the rink.

There, at the bottom, is you, looking just as shocked at seeing him there as he feels.

After a few moments of just looking at each other, you can’t take it anymore and decide to break the silence. "I didn’t know if I should come in. Didn’t know if Nat wanted my support after I was so rude, you know."

When he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you, you feel the need to keep going.

"What are you doing out here? Did I miss your turn? How did it go?" that seems to snap him out of it and he starts to move towards you, still not saying anything and making you even more nervous as you start regretting coming here.

When he comes face to face with you, finally, he speaks. "I was gonna come looking for you." your brows furrowed in confusion.

"why?"

"I have owed you an apology for a long time now. I’m sorry for being a dick to you for all these years… it really wasn’t about you. I just felt insecure and acted out about it, and eventually I felt so used to it I couldn’t help it..."

You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you were expecting tonight. "You felt insecure? Why?"

"Because you’re you!" he almost yelled, gesturing to your whole body and startling you a bit. "I mean you’re a Stark, you’re kind of a legend who lives up to the legend. You’re smart and talented and confident and beautiful. I never thought I’d be good enough for you... I still don’t."

You don't know what to say, but you aren't running for the hills so Bucky keeps talking. "I’d also like to make it clear that I’ve never called you incompetent. I was talking about Lang, that idiot took ages to get his keys to drive you to the hospital. I didn’t even realize you might’ve heard me until Steve pointed it out to me just now while we were waiting our turn and I just had to find you and tell you."

Once everything he said actually registered in your brain, the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. "Wait, you left the competition to come find me? Natasha’s gonna kill you!"

He chuckles a little while saying, "I’d be more worried about Fury."

"Fury?" You're confused again. "Why would you be worried about Fury?"

"He’s gonna be pissed that I left. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I trained so hard to make it here, I wanted to skip it after you got hurt, but he said if I did he wouldn’t let me do any more pairs."

"I thought this competition was important to you, that’s the whole reason I said yes. And you wanted to quit it?" You're more confused than ever.

"It was important because it was my chance to finally spend time with you." he says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’d rather not do our routine at all if I can’t do it with you." he adds, shrugging.

"really?" you can’t help but smile at hearing him say ‘our routine’ "But you and Nat work much better than you and I do."

"perphabs, but I still think you’re the best there is. Even when it’s with me, a person you hate." He says the last part while looking at his feet, almost afraid of saying it aloud and perfectly aware that he’s the reason why.

"I don’t hate you." you say, almost too fast.

His eyes snap back up to yours. "You don’t? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’d hate me if I were you."

"Sure, I don’t always love the things you say about my skills, but you’ll never criticize me more than I criticize myself. Mostly, you’re just a distraction." you say shrugging, not fully realizing what you just confessed.

"I distract you?" he says with a smug smirk that kind of makes you want to punch him, bringing his hand to your cheek.

You groan but let him keep it there, loving the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. "Don’t get cocky with me, Barnes."

He laughs, but doesn’t say anything else waiting for you to elaborate with an expectant look.

"Fine." you sigh. "Yes, you distract me. You might be a jerk, but I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. All I can think about is the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and the color of your stupid pretty eyes... I can’t help but like you, no matter how much of an asshole you are to me, for reasons I’m sure have something to do with my father."

He laughs again at your last sentence and you swear you’d never heard a better sound. "So I guess I should be thankful for you daddy issues, huh." he says making you laugh with him.

"Yeah, you very much should be." you put your arms around his neck when his hand drops from your face and his arms wrap around your waist.

"You distract me too, you know. Everytime you’re in the room you’re all I can see..." He sighs. "I’ll never apologize enough for all the things I said to you, but let me try. Let me take you on a date, for starters."

You pretend to think about it all of two seconds before you’re nodding with a smile, so he adds, "What about right now?"

"Slow down there, Romeo, why don’t we go cheer on our friends first." you giggle at his pout while you take his hand and lead the way inside.

When you take a seat next to Sam, just in time to hear the announcement of Natasha and Steve’s names, there's no wiping the smile off of Bucky’s face. His arm goes immediately around your shoulders to bring you closer as you greet Sam that had a knowing grin of his own.

You watch your friends go through the routine perfectly, to your joy and surprise. You really are proud of them, and you make sure to tell them when they are close enough to the edge of the ice while waiting for their score.

"Maybe after we can all go out to eat something." Steve suggests, still slightly out of breath.

"I’m sorry, punk. I have a date that I’m not missing for anything in the world." Bucky answers without taking his eyes away from you, his smile seared onto his face.

Steve chuckles at how whipped his friend already seems to be, moving closer to the judges with Nat when it was time for their scores.

Second place, not bad for a last minute thing.

As you cheer for your friends while they're given their medals, Bucky leans down and whispers in your ear "we would’ve come first."

You burst laughing and Bucky known in this exact moment that he would do anything to hear that sweet sound for the rest of his life.

You look up at him and raise your voice just enough for him to hear over all the screaming, with a smile big enough to match his "We totally would’ve."

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Custody - Tony Stark

Tony x niece reader

Warnings: mention of the death of a parent

Word count: 916

Summary: Being Tony’s niece that he takes custody of.

Authors Note: I loved writing this, this dynamic. Who wants to see more Tony Stark x Niece Reader? Maybe a Part 2?

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It was a normal day Pepper and Tony had settled down with dinner and wine on the couch in his home rebuilt finally in Malibu. Well, it felt normal till Tony’s phone rang.

Tony got up and took the call but upon seeing Tony’s face when he re-entered the room Pepper knew something was wrong.

“Tony?” Pepper said as she got up and stood in front of him. “Who was it?”

Tony was looking off to the side, still processing what he had been told. “A cop. My sister, she died.”

“Oh My God.” Pepper gasped reaching out to rub Tony’s arm for comfort. “What’s going to happen to Y/n?”

“They want me to take her.” Tony told her. Tony of course said yes in a heartbeat. He and Y/n had a great relationship and he couldn’t let her go to anyone else. They needed each other, hell he thought of her as his own kid. But he was scared. Not that he’d admit it.

“Tony-”

“What if I can’t take care of her?” Tony voiced his worries looking to Pepper. Hoping she could give him an answer.

“Tony you have to. For her and for your sister.” Pepper encouraged trying to get him to see that even if he was scared he still had to do it. “You are that girl's best choice, Tony.”

Tony knew Pepper was right he needed to put his fears aside and focus on helping his niece.

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It was only a few days later that everything was signed and packed. Y/n was coming today and Tony was equally excited and nervous. Tony had spent the last couple of days setting up a room for her to call her own. It was her favorite room to sit in whenever she visited.

“Hey’a Y/n/n.” Tony greeted as she exited the car Happy had brought her in.

“Hi uncle Tony.” Y/n gave him the best smile she could muster. Under the circumstances.

“I’m sorry, Kiddo.” Tony mirrored her expression and pulled her into a hug. He was sure she needed one.

“I’m sorry to.” She mumbled into his chest.

“Why are you sorry?” Tony asked leaning back to look down at his niece with questioning eyes.

“She was your sister.” Y/n stated looking at him with sad eyes.

Tony let out a soft sigh. Yeah he lost his sister and it hurt but she lost her mom. That had to hurt more, Tony knew it did. He had gone through the same thing. Y/m/n was a single mother, they were closer than close Y/m/n and Y/n. Tony didn’t expect her to be worried about how he was feeling. “Sweetheart, she was your mom. You don’t have to feel sorry for me. Just focus on you right now and no one else, okay?”

With that said the two headed inside the beautifully huge Malibu home.

They were greeted by Peper as she came down the stairs. “Hey, Hunny.”

Pepper hugged Y/n as they met in the living room.Y/n hugged her back with a small smile. She loved Pepper, she just wasn’t up for playing super happy at the moment. “Hi Pep.”

“We set up a room for you.” Pepper told her giving her a soft smile as they pulled out of their hug.

“Great view.” tony added from nearby, Y/n turned her head to look at her uncle with furrowed brows. So he continued. “It’s the one you always loved to sit in when you’d visit.”

Y/n smiled a little brighter at him, and at the fact that he with how busy his life is would remember that. “Thanks.”

“No problem kiddo.” Tony shook his head waving off the good, kind, sweet hearted thing he did for her.

Y/n almost laughed, her uncle never liked having the nice things he did for those he cared about acknowledged. “I’m gonna go out my stuff up there.”

“Take your time.” Pepper nodded

Y/n started to head up the stairs, but before she made it to the top, Tony called out. “Hey, Y/n/n.”

“Yeah.” she said turning to look down at him.

“Pizza? Dinner.” He snapped his fingers pulling out his phone.

“Sure. You know what I like.” Y/n nodded smiling at him. She took a few more steps before she stopped and looked at him again. “Uncle Tony. It sounds good.”

Once Y/n was upstairs Pepper turned to Tony with a sad expression. “She’s holding it together well, but she’s going to break sooner or later.”

Tony agreed, Y/n was holding it together but that couldn’t last forever. “And I’ll be there for her when she does.”

Pepper watched him, knowing him to well. “Tony, you need to let it out too you know.”

“I will. In my own way.” Tony nodded as he continued to find the pizza place’s number in his contacts.

“Breaking things or fixing things?” Peper answered crossing her arms over her chest with raised eyebrows. When would he learn to just talk to someone about his feelings?

“I’m feeling like a little bit of both.” Tony smiled as he finally found the number and pressed dial.

“I’m here if you need to talk.” Pepper called after him as he headed towards the kitchen.

Tony gave a wave of his hands and a short nod before pointing to his phone. “Got it. Now pizza. It won't order itself.”

Part #2 ?

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mymelodymia · 7 months

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My little y/n Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

summary: tonys favorite nickname out of all of them, my little y/n.

warnings: none :))

A/N: @white-wolf-buckaroo said that I should make this in a comment on ap post, here you go 🤗 also this is another toddler years fic! Y/n is 3-4 here

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Tony definitely had his favorites when it came to nicknames, one being my little y/n. He would use it all the time.

"Daddy?" You said as he walked by your door in the hall. Hoping to get his attention given that you had just had a nightmare.

"Y/n? yes baby"

"I had a nightmare, can you stay with me?" Without a word, tony scooped you into his arms, rocking you back and forth slowly, even though you were completely calm.

Regardless, you still clung to him, turning around so that he could cradle you like a baby, you holding onto him as if he was a lifeline.

Once tony got a better grip on you, he stood up, walking to his bedroom so that through the night you could both be comforted by each other. He sat down on the king sized bed, before laying back, you resting on his chest.

"Dont worry My little y/n, daddys got you" he said reaching for the blanket, covering the two of you.

"I love it when you call me that" you mumbled into his shoulder, tony patting you on the back before gently caressing your hair. Turning to lay on his side, he held you to his chest, you relaxed at the feeling of his warmth. Listening to his heartbeat.

"I love you daddy"

"I love you too, My little y/n"

With that you both fell asleep, peacefully.