𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.
Charlie, also known as the jet-setter and billionaire Tony Stark's only daughter, is 26 and in a relationship with Steve, soon-to-be successor...
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𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 his side against the wall in a Brooklyn studio while he watched Charlie on set, a photographer and a bunch of assistants before her.
Forbes Magazine had asked her to be on their cover. They wanted to put the spotlight on women and their empowerment and James was proud to be with one that could be an inspiration to so many others.
Through his eyes, Charlie was perfect.
So fucking strong and intelligent, funny and thoughtful, her mischievous side being an excuse to spank her for it later. He could keep listing the things he loved about her for days.
He watched her on set without losing a second of it as the camera flashed at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful in that light grey blazer and matching dress pants, he couldn't wait to take them off her later.
"Fantastic. Gorgeous. Give me that look. Yeah, that one. Perfect," the photographer exclaimed, giving Charlie directions and encouraging her.
"Is that your jaw on the floor?" someone that he failed to feel coming asked him and James straightened, the tip of his ears turning hot and red. Tony was right beside him, smirking, proud of himself for catching the bodyguard ogling his daughter. He then handed him a small cup of coffee and James took it, only nodding as a thank you. "Don't sweat it, kid," Tony said as he brought the rim of his own cup to his lips and angled himself so that he could watch the set. "Once I was just like you with her mother. She grew up to look exactly like her."
James followed Tony's gaze as he silently refocused his eyes on her, and was once again incapable of looking away. Charlie had mesmerized him since day one. She had mapped herself into his mind so that she was all he could think about.
Like magnets, her warm jade-green eyes found his icy blue ones and it was suddenly hard to breathe.
"C'mon. Go with your girl," Tony nodded toward Charlie when a bunch of people ran to touch up her makeup and fix small strands of her dark brown hair, putting them back into place.
James froze and his face blanked, all the blood that had tinted his skin a minute ago instantly drained from his face. "You know?"
"Oh, because this was supposed to stay a secret?" Tony sarcastically answered when James didn't even try to deny the obvious connexion between him and Charlie. "I wasn't born yesterday, Sarge. I saw the way you looked at each other at Christmas. Not to mention the fact that I ran into you in the living room and saw you two almost fuck on the couch - which by the way was disgusting. I'll tell my therapist to send the bill for my sessions to you."
James winced. "Listen, I didn't mean for us to happen -"
He totally meant it, though. He fought the attraction for a long time, but he first took this job for her. He suggested it to Fury so he could be with her. Since the first time he saw Charlie, all his decisions started to revolve around her.
