Marvel Imagines

Sociopath

• Female Y/n •

I stay sat on a chair in the chain area. Staring at Tony, he stares back at me, struggling to keep eye contact with me. He finally looses, "Fuck sake Y/n. How!?" He asks me annoyed that I've won once again.

I smile at him a little psychotically without answering and looking at my phone. Steve walks in at the group sits down around me. "Why are you shouting Stark?" He asks him, unaware of out little 'staring contest' that happened.

"My daughter, don't worry." My father says to him.

Steve looks over at me, "Daughter? Y/n Stark?" He asks me. I nod look at him then at my phone ignoring his question.

"Just like Stark." He mumbles.

I flirtatiously look at him and smirk as he sits down, "You're are fucking psychopath." He calls me annoyed at my ignorance.

I roll my eyes and smile more, "High functioning Sociopath. With your number." I tell the ice-pop.

He looks at me, "What? How do you have my number!" He demands to know.

I chuckle to myself before looking at my father, "Y/n stop freaking him out." He tells me with a small grin on his face.