𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗.
Charlie Stark-Rogers has grown up in the shadow of the world's greatest heroes. But spending your entire life in the face of danger takes its toll on anyone. She has secrets, thi...
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𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐁𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
All they did was eat and drink and whine and talk loudly and try to outdo one another. Charlie wrinkled her nose as she watched the swarms of them trample all over her living room, drunk as hell. Thankfully, no one had spotted her yet, from her corner of the balcony overlooking the room.
She smoothed the non-existent wrinkles her dress, watching her dads. They were across the room from one another, occasionally shooting each other adorable smiles. Tony was doing shots with Charlie's uncle Rhodey, while Steve talked to Bruce at the bar.
It was Tony who finally spotted her. His face lit up and he grinned at her, looking so damn happy that Charlie decided the whole night was worth it. He muttered something to Rhodey before standing up and wading his way through the sea of people, heading towards her.
"You came!" Tony exclaimed when he reached the top of the stairs. His smile was so big and infectious that Charlie couldn't help but smile too.
"No, I didn't," she deadpanned.
Tony squinted his eyes at her. "Clearly you brought the snarkiness with you."
"I think it's 'Stark-iness,'" Charlie teased. "But yes, if I'm here, so is the sass."
"I would expect nothing less," Tony nodded. "That dress looks beautiful, by the way. You look so grown up. Pepper has good taste."
"Don't go and get all sappy on me. I will turn around right now," she warned.
"Too late," Tony said, expressionless. "I'm sobbing already. But, now that you're here, you're staying."
With that, the father-daughter duo made their way down the stairs. Tony kept looking at her proudly, making her feel like she was the most important thing in the world. She saw Steve catch her eye across the room and he smiled sweetly at her, blowing her a kiss.
Charlie pretended to catch it in her hand just before someone ran right in front of her, stopping with their hand held out.
"Miss Stark-Rogers!" It was a large, bald man with a drunken smile on his face. Charlie couldn't help but cringe at the smell of vodka on his breath, shying away towards Tony.
"Hi," she said politely.
"You're here!" The man said, way too loudly. Charlie felt heat creep up her face as several people turned to see what the fuss was about. Their eyes widened when they saw her, people nudging their neighbors to point and stare.
"Yup," she said weakly. "I'm here."
"And she's probably thirsty, too," Tony chimed in, drawing the attention to him. He flashed a confident smile, keeping a protective hand on the small of his daughter's back. "So we're gonna go get-"
