*Author’s note*
Wow it has been a long while since I posted anything Marvel related on here hasn’t it? But this request came to me literally last year on Wattpad so I figured now that I’ve finally gotten around to writing it, as well as having it be on Wattpad, I thought I’d let you guys here on tumblr read it too.
Warnings: BULLYING IS HEAVILY MENTIONED (don’t be an asshole and bully people, whether physical, verbal or cyber, it’s a total DICK move), angst, father-daughter fights, but some fluff in the end?
Anyways my lovelies until the next update :)
Originally posted by stars-bean
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I just don’t see it. Why would he go pick someone else? Ever since the fight with uncle Steve, my dad’s always been on the fence when it comes to either him or the accords. But when the fight in Germany happened, he went ahead and picked some random kid off the streets of Queens to fight alongside him and the rest of ‘Team Ironman’.
Now he barely acknowledges me anymore. Hell it’s like I’m invisible girl now or something. Either way I hate it, all of it. And I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Peter Parker for ruining my life. It’s like he’s trying to take my dad away just when I need him the most.
Like today for example when I was targeted by the most obnoxious asshole in all of Midtown School (yeah I go to the same school that Parker goes to all thanks to my dad) Flash Thompson. God he was such an asshole and a jerk I don’t even know why he’s the popular guy, just because his daddy’s got some money doesn’t mean he can act like an asshole.
Hell my dad’s three times richer than his pops is, and he’d have to work for another 50 years just to get to where my dad’s wealth is.
So anyways today Flash thought it was a good idea to announce to the whole entire school during gym that while Parker had claimed a ‘Stark Internship’ with my dad, that meant that I was getting kicked out of the family and being replaced.
The entire school mocked me for it started calling me ‘the bastard child’ as a Jon Snow reference (even though I am a Stark by blood) and I tried to compose myself and not cry in front of the whole school for the entire day.
When the hellish day finally ended, I was quiet in the car as Happy drove me back towards the newly remodeled Avenger’s facility where my dad had us living from now on since he sold Stark Towers.
“You okay back there (y/n)?” asked Happy.
“I’m fine Happy just drive. No more questions either.” I didn’t mean to snap at him, really I didn’t but I was just so angry right now that I just wanted today to be over with. Maybe I can blow off some steam in the gym. Training always seems to calm my anger down.
When we finally arrived at the newly remodeled Avengers facility, the second Happy stopped the car, I jumped right out and raced straight towards the gym. I threw my backpack to the wall of the gym and got on my boxing gloves and went up to the closest punching bag.
Immediately I began to take off all my anger out on the bag, all the while hearing the taunts of my peers. Flash’s voice making the announcement, the laughing, the teasing and the Jon Snow comparisons. Each punch was harder than the last as I now began to picture Parker’s ugly face in the punching bag. God he infuriated me so much I just wanna……it was then I had actually punch the punching bag so hard that it ended up being blasted away.
I took off my glove and saw that my emergency Iron angel glove had materialized and shot out the automatic repulsor blast. With sweat dripping down my forehead and my heavy breathing I deactivated the glove when a voice said.
“The only other person to destroy a punching bag was Steve, should I be worried?”
“No Uncle Rhodey, there’s no need to call an emergency lockdown.”
“Good. Everything okay?” he asked me. I turned towards him to see him walking towards me.
“Everything’s fine.”
“Uh-huh because that punching bag ends up like that on a good day with you.” he answered sarcastically.
“Gee anymore smartass comments you got left?”
“Hey you better watch your mouth little missy less you want you dad to get involved in this.” I scoffed.
“Go ahead, tell him. He doesn’t care about me anymore anyways.”
“What was that?”
“Oh you didn’t hear? Apparently dad’s replacing me with a male version of me.”
“Now wait hold on a second (y/n),” uncle Rhodey started off as he placed a comforting hand to my shoulder. “Your dad loves you beyond anything else.”
“Yeah, used to love me. Now ever since Germany he’s always around Parker. He hardly notices me anymore. And do you know the hell I’ve had to endure because of that?”
“Bullies?” I turned away from him and shut my eyes as tight as I could to hold back the tears. “Who all has bullied you at the school?”
“What can you do about it?”
“I’ll call the school and tell them to get the kids responsible for this to be punished.”
“Like that ever really works. They’re just gonna get warnings and tell us to work it out.”
“Not if they hear it from me.”
“You know what forget I said anything. I appreciate the help uncle Rhodey but there’s nothing that not even you can do. I’ve got homework that needs to be done.” I tossed my other boxing glove away and grabbed my backpack and left the gym and locked myself up in my bedroom for the rest of the day.
The next day it was my lunch period. I was currently eating the ham and cheese sandwich I had picked out when I heard Flash’s obnoxious voice exclaimed.
“And lookie what we got here! The female Jon Snow. How’s it hanging out in the house of Stark?”
“I’m not in the mood Flash.”
“Oh c’mon Snow. Can’t take the newbie Penis Parker moving on in and kicking you to the curb?”
“Flash I’m serious stop it.”
“Nah I don’t think I will. It’s sad that Penis Parker found your dad, seems like the great Tony Stark wanted a son more than a daughter.” Okay that’s where I drew the line. Something snapped inside me as my glove materialized around my right hand and I fired a shot right at Flash’s chest sending him flying across the cafeteria.
All the kids who had the same lunch period I did were all in shock at what I had just done. After realizing what I had just done, I immediately knew that I was screwed.
I was sitting outside of the principal’s office and I could hear the principal talking with my dad about my punishment and how the school doesn’t accept this type of bullying (he’s the one to talk, Flash started it). I didn’t hear a word out of my dad other than some yeah’s or uh-huh, before finally ending with a ‘okay she’ll be dealt with.’ The door opened and I just looked up at him through my lashes.
“Care to explain?” I remained silent. “You know what, I don’t even have time for this. Get in the car.”
“So you’re really not gonna even try to hear me out?”
“Not here, just go to the car.” He demanded as he forced me onto my feet and shoved me towards the exit. We got into the car and it was just dead silent. Happy tried to relieve the tension by asking us random things like the weather or just what the principal wanted to talk about.
Of course my dad told him to drop it and just keep driving. Finally after what felt like hours we arrived at the facility and just like the other day, I stormed into the facility.
“Hold it right there young lady we’re not done talking about this!”
“Well I am!”
“Friday initiate protocol Birdcage.”
‘Yes boss.’ It was then the living room was now sealed up and I couldn’t enter anywhere else. I was now trapped like a bird in a cage.
“Friday deactivate protocol Birdcage.” I demanded. But nothing happened. “Friday I said deactivate dad’s protocol.”
“No can do kiddo, see I had Friday deny any further action unless given from me when it comes to protocol Birdcage.” I groaned and sat down on the couch. “Now you are gonna explain to me just why you used your Iron angel glove against an innocent civilian?”
“I would hardly call Flash innocent.”
“No this is where you zip it! Okay the adult is talking? What if he had died from that blast? Okay cause that falls on you. And if you get accused for—heroine misdeeds on a civilian. The accords will be affected and—I already lost half of my family. I can’t afford to lose my flesh and blood.”
“That’s the first time you’ve even acknowledged me in the past three months.”
“What?”
“Oh c’mon! You’re Tony freakin Stark! Genius, playboy, philanthropist, billionaire you of all people can’t be that stupid. You’ve never been there for me!”
“What are you—”
“No! Not this time! This time you’re gonna listen to me! Ever since Peter came into the picture it seems like I didn’t matter! I didn’t matter to you anymore!” All the rage, the sorrow, the pain that I have been feeling for months were finally being released.
Tears pricked the corner of my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
“And with Peter blabbing on about the superhero business but disguising it to your little secret ‘internship’. The other kids at my school call me the female Jon Snow cause now I’m the bastard’s child. Flash has made me a fucking living meme and I hate it! It’s your fault. It’s both your faults. I should’ve sided with Steve when I had the chance.”
Silence rang out from the room as I collapsed onto the leather seat beside me and turned my back on my dad. Shoulder’s shaking and heel tapping aggressively with anxiety on the floor. I felt a hand gently take my mine and I looked up to see my father, his eyes showing for the first time since the Avenger’s breakup, sorrow and regret.
“(Y/n).” he started off. “Baby girl I—I had no idea.”
“Of course you didn’t. You love Parker more than me.”
“Now that is not true.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” I snarked sarcastically.
“(N/n). I—things haven’t been easy since…..the Avengers splitting. And pushing you away was—the last thing I wanted to do.” I gave him my best glare. “I’m not doing so great right now am I?”
“Not even close.”
“I know. I’ve never been so good at these types of talks. But I need you to know something sweetheart. Just because the kid is looking at to be the next Avenger, that doesn’t mean he’s replacing you. Because he’s gonna need someone who knows the game inside and out and that’s you. My Iron Angel. One day I’m not gonna be here, and I need to make sure I can count on you to be the leader the next Avengers need, should the time come.” My glare softened and I looked down at my feet.
“Then why did you have to make it seem that Parker was your long lost son that you never had?”
“I should never have let that on. And that boy uhh—Flash is it? I’m gonna deal with that shitshow as well as anyone else that has bullied you.”
“With what? Bribes? A chance to work at Stark Industries? Blackmail? No offense dad but they don’t care. All they care about is making hell for me. So don’t even bother cause nothing will work. Not even the faculty is good enough to see someone being bullied and harassed and they don’t do a damn thing about it!” I breathed sharply before finally finishing out in a choked tone, “Now tell Friday to cancel Birdcage protocol. I’m done with this.”
“Friday, do as she says.”
‘Yes boss.’ Soon the living room opened and I immediately ran up the stairs for my room and slammed my door shut before locking it. Immediately I went into my bed and just buried myself under the covers and allowed the tears to fall down my face, until I had cried myself to sleep.
A weeks passed after that whole Flash incident and I was finally relieved of my suspension. But unlike any other day, the entire school was called in for an assembly. Which was weird cause we only have assemblies when it comes to new students coming in, graduations, or special guests coming in to do a seminar.
I was sitting on my own but for some reason Parker and his friend were sitting just several seats away from me. It was then the principal came up and he said into the microphone on the stand.
“Good morning students. I know this assembly was short notice but this will be worth it. Now I would like to bring to the stage our honorary guest who would like to say a few words in regard to something very important. Please give a warm Midtown High welcome to Mr. Tony Stark.” What the f—the students soon went crazy as my dad soon came up onto the stage.
“I LOVE YOU TONY STARK!!” I heard Flash proclaim out just a few rows in front of me.
“Thank you Midtown High. Now I’m assuming you all are thinking I’ve come here to shine a light on a new opportunity for an internship or chance to let Stark Industry do a funding on your latest project. Sadly, you’d be wrong.” At that moment the students were all murmured amongst each other. “Instead I wanna bring up a serious matter. And that’s bullying. When I was a kid—I was picked on as a child. People always compared me to my dad and—it hurt me. As I got older and threw my life away through parties and drugs. Word of the wise don’t ever do them, this was back in the 70’s when they were new and fresh, we were stupid back then our fault.”
“Oh god dad why?” I muttered to myself as I rubbed my hand against my face in annoyance.
“Anyways back on track. Bullying is not cool. Now I know nowadays that physical bullying isn’t all the rage like it was, now it’s through the internet. Or Verbally calling someone out, spreading rumors about them. See I’ve fought against people I’ve trusted, psychotic gods with daddy issues, mad aliens, and sociopathic robots, but the one true villain is right in front of you when you look into a mirror. Any one of you that has taken part even just for a fraction of a second of spreading a rumor, if you know your friend’s in on the bullying that makes you an accomplice because you didn’t speak up. And bullies—they’re just about the worst super villain anyone could ever face. Thank you.” the auditorium was dead silent.
So quiet in fact I think I could hear water leaking from the faucet outside.
“Well, thank you Mr. Stark for raising such an awareness to an issue that we here at Midtown High take very seriously.” Yeah right. As I watched my dad go backstage, I got out of my seat and slipped out the nearest exit and ran down the hall to catch him leaving for the backdoors.
“So that was it?” he stopped and turned towards me.
“Well I figured that I’d pull a little guilt trip on them. It worked all the time with you when you were little and make them feel bad about what they had done without naming any names. If you’d like I could’ve just full out embarrassed you, had you come up on stage and tell them all how much I love and adore you and—”
“Alright, alright I get it! Thank god you didn’t.” I lightly scoffed. “I still can’t believe you willingly did that.”
“You know I would do anything for you. You’re my little girl (n/n). And I am always, always, always gonna love you. No matter what. And just to prove it to you, next time I go out of line like that, you have my full permission to blast me with that glove of yours.” He said as he came up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing them.
“Can’t I just do it now and cash it in?”
“Nice try.”
“Worth a shot.” He softly chuckled and brought me into a tight bear hug.
“I love you (y/n). I hope you know that.”
“I do now, thanks dad.”