|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 95• Girl Problems

Tony brought the tray with food and a glass of water for his daughter and set it on Peter's lap. When he tried to kiss her head, she only turned her head away from him. He sighed and nodded slightly at Peter before leaving the room again.
"She still won't talk?" Bruce asked as Tony joined them again in the lounging area. Natasha was right beside him on the couch with a pillow in her lap. Tony shook his head and plopped down in the chair sitting across from the couch. "Parker's feeding her, right now." He rolled his eyes. He felt like he was a horrible father, he couldn't even comfort his own daughter. He started shouting at her. Even after what she did, he should be able to set that aside and hug her. No wonder she was pushing him away. "Give her some time, Tony. Peter just wants to make sure she's alright. You should be glad she opened up to someone. Even if it's not you."
That was a hard reality to accept. He also couldn't explain it to the people around him like Natasha or Bruce. He could explain a father who feels like he can no longer reach his daughter and is losing her, but they would never be able to fully feel it, no matter how much they cared for Y/n. They couldn't feel what he felt. She was growing up, sure, and he wanted nothing more than to see her do that and evolve as a human being. But it feels like she's slipping away from him. They used to be the best duo. Father and daughter. They are still so much alike but now he can't reach her mentally. "She used to talk to me during these times. I didn't shout at her for anything." Natasha shot him a sympathetic glance. He didn't have to explain that to her. She felt the exact same way. "I know, but give her some time. We all know what she's like. She's full of regret right now and thinking about how she's going to make this right again."
"Yes, but she's not even looking at me. She's barely looking at Parker as well. Why does she prefer him over me? I'm her father. I've always been here for her." Tony complained. Bruce and Natasha briefly locked eyes with one another. "Peter's her boyfriend. It's different." Bruce stated. "Obviously. She should care more about me."

He was her father. She should have no problem opening up to him compared to Peter – who was once a stranger. He has always been here. "You are the most important man in her life, Tony, you know that. I don't know anyone who's daughter built a machine to bring her father back from the dead." Bruce tells him. Tony huffed, annoyed, and rolled his eyes. He felt like a teenager again who disagreed with his parents and pouted all day long. "That's because no one has a daughter like mine. Other daughters are dumb." Natasha laughed a little at that. And it wasn't a lie either. Tony liked to brag about Y/n ever since she was born, and with Morgan, it wasn't any different – sadly they weren't around too much when Morgan was born.
"She's gone way too far this time, I know, but I wish she would talk to me about it. Why didn't she tell me anything?" Tony sounded defeated. Natasha and Bruce both frowned at him. "And you would have helped her with that? Seriously?"
"If I had her machines wouldn't have failed, that's all I'm saying." Tony spat back. He could not understand Y/n. She was not his little girl anymore.

Peter readjusted his arms around her waist as she sat between his legs. She felt like a child the way she was being fed but she also felt cared for. "There we go. That good, baby?" She nodded her head as she chewed on the grape Peter had just fed her. He kissed the back of her head and reached for another grape. "When you were in the coma, were you dreaming?" Peter asked her. Being in a coma is always a mystery. "Something like that. It felt like a dream but also as if I was just walking around in my head." Y/n answered. She really couldn't explain it any other way.
"You scared us earlier. Your heart was going crazy. Were you having nightmares or something? You really scared me, baby." He pressed another kiss on her hair. Y/n shrugged and reached out to grab the glass of water. "Were they scary?" Peter asked. "I guess." She wasn't sure what to say. Loki, in her mind, was difficult to explain to Peter or anyone else. They would think she's crazy. "You guess?" Peter didn't want to press her too much, but he was terrified of what happened – or what could have happened – to her when she was in that coma. Her heart could have given out as well as her lungs, not to mention her entire body. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm just worried, baby. I really thought you were a goner this time. No one knew what to do. It's not really something I could solve with my webs or something like that." Y/n smiled at him. Always trying to help. Peter pulled her a little tighter against his chest and kissed her shoulder blade. "I'm just glad you're still here, Y/n/n."
Peter fed her another grape. To think that merely an hour ago he almost lost her forever. His world was so close to being shattered into a million pieces. He cuddled her tightly. "I never want to let go of you ever again." He mumbled against her shoulder.
"Do you think I should talk to my dad?" She asked him. Y/n didn't want to talk to her father but she'd have to at some point. And of course, he was right about it all. He had every right to rage at her like that, he was worried. That's what fathers do. But now she just wanted to be with Peter, he gave her space to catch her breath after she woke up. And of course, he was right about it all. He had every right to rage at her like that, he was worried. That's what fathers do. But now she just wanted to be with Peter; he didn't press her at all like Tony was doing or would be doing if Peter hadn't stuck up for her like he did.