What if Iron man was actually....Iron Woman.
Y/N Stark had grown up in a strict household, it was never easy being the daughter of Howard Stark. You constantly searched for his approval, Just wanting to be loved.
But everything you hoped for...was...
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I walk up to the event, smiling as paparazzi take my photo and others scream my name. "Hey, Y/N, remember me?" A man asks.
"Sure don't. You look great, Hef." I point. "What's the world coming to when a girl's got to crash her own party?" I ask as I approach Obie.
"Look at you. Hey, what a surprise."
"I'll see you inside." I smile.
Obie grabs my arm, "Hey. Listen, take it slow, all right? I think I got the board right where we want them"
"You got it. Just cabin fever. I'll just be a minute." I nod, walking inside. I walk up to the bar and smile, "Give me a Scotch. I'm starving."
"Miss Stark?" A man asks.
"Yeah?" I turn.
"Agent Coulson."
I no, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. The guy from the.."
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
I grab my drink, "God, you need a new name for that."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot. Listen, I know this must be a trying time for you, but we need to debrief you. There's still a lot of unanswered questions, and time can be a factor with these things. Let's just put something on the books. How about the 24th at 7:00 p.m. at Stark Industries?"
I pause as I spot Pepper...she was wearing a gorgeous blue backless dress. For once....I felt something strange within me when I looked at her. "Tell you what. You got it. You're absolutely right. Well, I'm going to go to my assistant, and we'll make a date." I nod, setting my drink down and walking through the crowd. I walk right up to Pepper, "You look fantastic! I didn't recognize you."
Pepper smiles awkwardly, "What are you doing here?"
"Just avoiding government agents." I shrug.
"Are you by yourself?"
"Yes. Where'd you get that dress?" I smile as I look her up and down.
"Oh, it was a birthday present."
"That's great." I smile.
"From you, actually."
"Well, I got great taste." I smirk.
"Yes."
"You want to dance?" I ask.
"Oh, no."
"All right, come on." I grab her hand and pull her with me. I pull her in and rest my hand at her waist, my other links with hers. Pepper puts her hand on my shoulder and looks around us. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"No. No. I always forget to wear deodorant and dance with my boss in front of everyone that I work with in a dress with no back."
