Multi-Fandom One Shots

Master Plan

Asia hung from the ceiling, contemplating her boredom. Suddenly, she gasped and jumped down. "I know what we can do!" she declared, sprinting downstairs. "Daaaaad!" She halted in her tracks. "Dad?"

Her father stood there, hugging a short man. He jerked back, surprised. "Asia!"

"Who's that, Dad?" she asked, eyeing the newcomer.

"Hi, I'm Tony. Tony Stark," the man waved, and Asia nodded in acknowledgment. She leaped off the stairs, transforming into a small blue jay, and landed on her dad's shoulder. When she shifted back to human form, she perched on him like a bird.

"Dad, Levi and I are bored," she announced.

"Levi?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "I knew you had a daughter, but I didn't know you had a son."

"I don't," Stephen replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Levi is my cloak. The Cloak of Levitation."

"Ahh," Tony nodded, choosing not to question it further.

 "Can we go to the fair? Please, please, please?"

"Absolutely not. Do you remember what happened the last time I let you two go to the fair alone?"

Asia frowned, hopping off her dad. She looked down at her shoes before looking back up, her expression brightening. "Nope!"

"You got kicked out for starting an ice cream and cotton candy fight. How does that even happen?"

"Levi started it!" she whined.

"Levi's a cloak."

"But, Dad—"

"No," he said firmly.

Asia groaned, but Tony smiled knowingly. "She reminds me of my son," he said.

Asia perked up. "You have a son? Can I meet him? Can we be best friends?" She jumped excitedly, accidentally transforming into a fox and yipping as she bounded around.

Stephen sighed, shaking his head; she was a handful. Tony smiled at him, causing him to blush slightly. Asia stopped yipping, staring at her dad with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"No," he hissed, realizing her thoughts. "It's not what you think."

She turned back, a knowing smirk on her face. "Well, if you guys will excuse me, I'm going to go be bored in my room. Enjoy your date, you two!"

As Asia scampered away, leaving Stephen and Tony in an awkward silence, Stephen rubbed the back of his neck. "She doesn't have a filter, does she?"

Tony chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "No, she definitely doesn't. But I like her spirit."

Stephen forced a smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. "She just wants me to be happy. 

"Well so do I," Tony replied.

 "Ready to go?" he asked.

"I still can't believe I agreed to this," Stephen said, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Relax, it'll be fun. Or at least mildly entertaining," Tony replied, winking as he opened the door for Stephen. "And if it goes horribly, at least you'll have a great story for your next therapy session."

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As Asia flopped onto her bed, the dullness of the afternoon enveloped her like a heavy blanket. She stared at the ceiling, tracing the patterns in the paint with her eyes. "Ugh, this is so boring," she groaned, wishing for something—anything—to break the monotony.