Marvel Imagines (x Fem!Reader)

Stained: Tony Stark x Reader

"YN! Are you ready?" YN sighed, eyeing the gown she was dressed in. Nights like tonight never really bothered her before, but her father had become increasingly more pedantic about their appearance lately, so she had grown antsy about accompanying him tonight. "YN?"

"Yes, father. I will just be a moment!" YN called back, rolling her eyes. Straightening her spine, YN stepped out from her room, her gaze on the floor.

"When I call for you, I expect an answer straight away." Her father chastised, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"I'm sorry, father." YN whispered, swallowing anxiously. "I just wanted to make sure I looked appropriate for this event."

"God, you sound more and more like your mother, the more you spend time with her in London." YN clenched her teeth, trying to rid herself of the impolite words that could tumble from her mouth at any given moment. "You are American."

YN cleared her throat, nodding her head. "Sorry... dad." She winced, trying to twang her voice to revert back to her American accent, which she'd lost a long time ago.

Following her father out, YN clutched onto her bag, that hid a flask of straight whiskey and a pack of Cuban cigars that she would be hiding away to enjoy later. She sat in the back of their vehicle, YN smiling toward the chauffeur as her father slid in next to her.

"I want you on your best behavior this evening, YN." YN nodded, resisting an eye roll. "It is the first time Tony has seen you since you were children. I want to make the best impression."

YN swallowed, looking down to her hands. Her father had been insistent on her coming tonight, as he was hoping YN would be able to win Tony's heart, earning her the Stark surname. YN hated the idea of her father pawning her off as some show piece for other men to view. She was just a glorified arm piece to those men, no more than a pair of boobs and somewhere to get their dicks wet.

"Yes, father." YN mumbled, biting her lip.

"Don't mumble." He demanded, making YN wince.

"Sorry, father." YN said, lifting her chin and smiling at him.

"Good girl. Now, when we arrive, I want you to mingle, don't head straight over to Stark as it will make it obvious." Nodding, YN continued to listen to her father strategize their ploy to win the billionaire's heart. In truth, YN hoped Tony's eyes would glance over her like they did everyone else, she truly wished for him to not give her the time of day as her father desired.

When they arrived, YN took a deep breath, allowing the valet to open her door and grabbing their offered hand for assistance. YN stretched to her full height, avoiding some paparazzi and she followed her father up the entrance stairs.

The walk through the opening was quick, bypassing security that nodded toward her and her father, their faces too well known for a list check. Her father scooped up two champagnes, handing one to YN with a smile.

"There you are, princess." YN smiled, lifting her chin as expected.

"Thank you." YN turned to face the room, bracing herself for an onslaught of inappropriate comments and unwanted touches. "I will be working the floor, then." She commented, nodding her head to her father, who watched her walk toward a group of familiar men.

An hour later, YN felt her skin tingling with discomfort, the amount of unnecessary hands that had touched her, making her want to puke. She had found her father again, as he was standing outside, a cigar between his lips. "Ah, here she is!" He shouted, making YN grimace as she slid up beside him. "Isn't she gorgeous?" YN frowned, wondering who he was addressing.