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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 4: Revelation

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Nick fury & reader

Summary: reader and nick’s interaction

Warning: Flashback, father-daughter issue

Co author with: callikc Next chapter ->

Fourteen-year-old you had always been curious. You explored every inch of the house from the moment you could walk. You couldn't even count on both hands the amount of times your father had found you messing around in his workshop. But even if you were just sitting there, not touching anything and being good for once, he still sent you out.

Until the day you decided you wouldn't just sit there and not touch anything. Until the day you decided to explore the workshop for real.

You didn't know why, if it was out of spite for being constantly ignored or just because you were bored out of your mind, but this time you searched every inch of the workshop for something to do. You looked through blueprints, you pretended to drive the cars, and you even fiddled with some of the helper robots dotted around.

"(Y/n), what are you doing?" A stern voice asked.

You paused what you were doing and slowly spun around. "Good afternoon, father dearest."

There was a heavy sigh as he approached. "I told you to never come in here."

"I'm a kid." You shrugged. "It's not in my nature to sit in one place for longer than an hour."

"And all the places you could have wandered to, you come to the one I expressly tell you to avoid."

"Pretty much."

Tony looked away, hating the fact you were almost exactly like him. The attitude was the worst since the pair of you could never have a decent conversation without one making a comment that set off an argument or disagreement every five minutes.

"Why can't I just watch?" You asked. "It's not like I'm going to sabotage your latest invention or paint the Porsche pink."

He gave you a deadpan look. "That's exactly what you'd do. Just go, (Y/n)."

You jumped up from your seat. "What, not even a please?"

"(Y/n)."

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. I'm going. So long. Arrivederci. Adios. Au Revoir. Sayōnara." You continued pouring out the flat goodbyes as you left the workshop. "See you in hell."

You knew a fourteen-year-old like yourself shouldn't be saying that kind of thing to a parent but you just hated that he never spared you a glance when you needed him. For once in your life you just wanted to bond with your dad. Was that too much to ask?

You moved to the library after that, hoping something in there would help with the boredom instead. At least ten minutes of aimlessly walking between aisles turned up nothing and you were about to leave again until you finally spotted something worthwhile.

"Hello..." You mused, walking over to a little box tucked away in a corner.

You hadn't seen it before which was intriguing enough in itself and a new sense of excitement filled you as you skipped over. It wasn't even locked, like it was just waiting for you.

The child-like wonder in your eyes lit up when you saw dozens upon dozens of old journals lying inside. They were dusty, possibly decades old, and bound with leather straps. You picked one up, labelled 'H.S - 1927'.

"1927?" You mumbled, curious.

You opened up to the first page and your eyes widened to twice their usual size when you realized H.S meant Howard Stark. These were your grandfather's, the current one being from when he was only ten years old.

"No way..." You grinned, putting it down and picking up another one from 1930.

You kept flicking through, discovering parts of his life you never even dreamed were possible. Much like your dad, he seemed to be a genius too, even from age ten. However, you eventually found something that confused you.

It was from a journal in 1940. The entry described being approached by one Chester Phillips after being attacked by something called 'HYDRA'. Apparently he agreed to join the 'SSR'. You moved on through the years until he eventually referred to the SSR as SHIELD, something he helped found. You could barely believe or understand what this organization was. "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division." You read with a confused face. "I guess someone really wanted to spell SHIELD."

As you read more about this extra-government agency, you couldn't help getting excited again, as well as confused. The journals ended in 1991 which was when he died, and you quickly gathered some of them up, eager to show your dad what you'd found.

You ran all the way to the workshop and typed in one of the passwords you'd seen people use. The sound of the door swinging open caused Tony to look up.

"(Y/n)!"

You grinned, hiding the journals behind your back. "I found something."

"I'm busy."

"But this is-"

"-I'm. Busy."

"Dad, come on!" You begged. "There was this box in the library and-"

He dropped what he was fiddling with and sighed heavily. "Not now."

Your face fell knowing that he really didn't care about what you had to say. You looked down and bit your lip as a tear came to your eye.

"Sorry." You mumbled, turning around and leaving.

You stood in front of Fury, trying to remain as calm as humanly possible. You were still terrified, wondering how they found you, but also intrigued. You knew they existed, you had for two years now, but you never could have imagined they'd come to you. There was no doubt they paid your dad a visit after his Iron Man fiascos, but why you?

"Can we, uh... Can we chill on the intimidation?" You asked, smiling nervously and glancing back at the armed agents.

"Do you promise to cooperate?" Fury asked in turn.

I live on cheap groceries and isolation. You really think I'd try and fight?"

"One can never be too careful."

You scoffed, again motioning around you. "Clearly."

He smirked a little at that and nodded in understanding. With a wave of his hand, the agents backed off and left the two of you in the warehouse alone. You bounced on the balls of your feet, both awkward and nervous at the same time.

"So..." You looked around. "SHIELD."

"Indeed." He started to walk around the room, inspecting different parts of it. "Did you know your grandfather Howard Stark was a founding member?"

"Yeah."

"Then you know you're a SHIELD legacy."

"Fancy way to put it." You muttered, crossing your arms.

"What else do you know of us?"

"A fair bit. I found out most of what I do from my grandfather's journals. I know it started as the SSR, responsible for creating Captain America and all that stuff. Then it moved on, became a fancy name and a counter-terrorism intelligence agency tasked with maintaining both national and global security. My grandfather thought it could be the greatest military force on earth even though any ordinary person has no idea it exists."

Fury nodded along, seemingly impressed. "Not bad, Ms. Stark."

You took a seat, your leg bouncing a little. "So, what do you want from me?"

"Like I said, cooperation."

"Yeah, I got that bit, but for what?"

"Your father wants you back. We'd like to grant that wish."

Silence fell.

You looked down, fiddling with your fingers. You thought about it constantly, going back. In fact, you once packed to do so, but ultimately backed out.

"No." You spoke up. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Fury stopped walking around and turned to face you fully. "He informed us about Obadiah Stane's threat. I can assure you you'll have protection." "No one can do that. I don't know how many Obadiah told about me, but I know I'll never truly be safe. I don't want to be stuck in that house like a damsel in distress when I can be here looking out for myself. With him, it's dangerous. Alone, no one but me gets hurt." You sighed after, trying not to think about it too long. "How was he?"

"Stubborn."

A smile graced your features as you looked up again. "No change there."

"Yes, it seems to be a trait you have in common."

"Yeah, well, we are related. Is he... Is he okay? I mean, last week with the Expo and the Hammer drones... It was a mess."

"A lot happened in your absence." He stated. "You're familiar with the arc reactor?"

"I noticed it, yes."

"Well the palladium core was damaged, pouring toxins in the blood, killing him. But we solved that problem."

"What?" You sat up so quickly you almost fell off your seat. "But palladium has no suitable replacement, surely. The power required to power the suit isn't something you can just find on the elemental table."

"That's why we told him he could discover a new one himself."

"A new what? A new element?" It was hard to process and your face scrunched up as you tried to think clearly. "I don't... How..."

"Badassium."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"That's what he named it."

You opened your mouth to reply but just sighed. "Naturally."

"Ms. Potts was appointed CEO of Stark Industries. Also during this reckless time, your father and Colonel Rhodes had a small altercation. Then the Hammer drones. I believe your father and Ms. Potts are a thing now."

"'A thing'?" You questioned, trying not to laugh.

It was like being at a high school sleepover. You felt like you were gossiping. But you tried not to focus on this since other emotions and thoughts were circling in your head like a toy train.

You were scared for your dad since he'd almost died. You wouldn't have ever known and probably not got a chance to say goodbye. And of course he acted out like an idiot, making sudden decisions and fighting his friends, even Rhodey who was like an uncle to you.

But at least he was alright now. You still couldn't believe he'd named his element badassium. That was such a Tony Stark thing to do.

You were glad Pepper got to be CEO, though. If anyone deserved it, it was her. She worked so incredibly hard, especially when trying to carry the company as well as look after you and assist Tony all day. You remembered being told that you'd be the CEO one day but you were honestly glad not to be.

From what you gathered, running Stark Industries led to bad parenting. You'd heard your dad complain about his own father abandoning him because of it and ironically he'd done the exact same to you as you grew up.

You were also happy that he and Pepper were together now. You'd always sensed something between them and she was the only one able to put up with his shittyness.

"See? He's doing fine without me." You said, hoping your point was proved.

Fury didn't seem too convinced but didn't pry at the subject, instead noticing the jet in the corner of the room. "Did you make this?"

Your attention moved to the object and you shrugged. "Fixed it, more like. I don't know who left it here, but it was abandoned."

"Like this warehouse?"

"Pretty much."

"Did you know it's illegal for somebody with no flight experience to use it."

You stood up, pacing to distract yourself. "I actually didn't. I guess I'll have to cancel my afternoon flight around NY."

He nodded in agreement. "Yes, that would be best. It's impressive, though. And the AI we found guarding the place. You've got the brain of a Stark."

You scoffed at that. "Yeah, apparently so." There was a silence that followed. You got nervous again, not knowing where this was going. You felt uneasy as Fury studied your ever move, seemingly thinking up a plan or something agent-y.

"I suggest a compromise." He finally said.

You stopped pacing and looked at him. "Okay...?"

"You don't wish to return home, correct?"

"Yeah, rather not."

"In that case, I ask you to join SHIELD."

"I'm sorry?"

"We can protect you or not, whichever you wish, and your talents can be used to help others.

"There are SHIELD transport and weapons that need consistent upgrades to keep up with the times. You'd be the perfect fit judging by the look of the jet." You thought about it long and hard. You sort of just froze in place as you weighed the pros and cons of joining them. You'd be stable, have somewhere safe and comfortable to do what you did best, and you'd also have freedom. You didn't have to go home if you didn't want to.

"I want a new life." You conditioned. "A new name, background, the whole deal. I don't want to be (Y/n) Stark."

Fury nodded. "Done."

"Right." You mimicked the action, surprised there weren't any arguments about it. "So, uh, what now?"

"Pack what you need and we'll take you to the Triskelion. We'll set you up there and you can fabricate the life you've always wanted."

"That easy, huh?"

"That easy."

"Well then..." You took a long breath. "I'm in."

He looked rather smug about that. "And this place?"

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Oh. Uh..." You looked at the old space, finding little memories from the various moments you'd had there. "I'll stay here. Or at least use it as a vacation spot."

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