Blair Stark. The daughter of Tony Stark, she's spent her entire life surrounded by brilliance, adventure, and the kind of pressure only a Stark could know.
The complicated emotions that come with being a Stark.
In the beginning, Blair was just a lit...
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As the years passed, little Blair Stark—known affectionately as 'B'—grew into a vibrant, joyful girl. One thing everyone knew about her was that she always wore a smile, no matter the circumstances. Blair was the sunshine in everyone's life, lighting up every room she walked into. People adored that about her.
If you ever needed to find Blair, she was likely with one of four people. Firstly, you'd find her with Happy Hogan, probably sharing ice cream. Secondly, she'd be with Rhodey, because, in her words, "he's just awesome." Thirdly, she might be with Pepper Potts, who acted as a loving substitute mother.
But more often than not, you'd find her with her father. Whether it was coloring, drawing, singing, dancing, or simply talking his ear off, Tony never minded—Blair's voice was his favorite sound in the world.
As Blair grew older, her personality blossomed. She became the queen of sarcasm, never hesitating to put people in their place, especially the women her father brought home. Despite her sharp wit, she still had a heart of gold, full of compassion and love.
One sunny Tuesday morning, a five year old Blair was lounging on the couch, watching a Barbie movie. Pepper was quietly tidying up the house, collecting clothing that likely belonged to one of Tony's many one-night stands. By this point, Blair was used to seeing different women every day. It had become a running joke between her and Pepper, who silently made sure those women never overstayed their welcome.
Although people knew Tony Stark had a daughter, most preferred to ignore that fact, hoping they could get close to him without worrying about 'the mini version of Tony' in the picture. These women, no matter how hopeful, rarely stuck around long enough to make an impression.
That morning, Tony was waiting for Obadiah to come over to discuss some new weapon designs. Blair, unlike her father, didn't care for violence. She was a dreamer, wishing for world peace, good nature, and an end to pollution. In many ways, she was like a little mother nature, with all the ideals but none of the control. Obadiah, however, was her least favorite person. He was creepy and tried too hard to connect with her. She didn't trust him the way she trusted Rhodey, Happy, or Pepper.
Normally, Blair would be in the workshop with Tony, tinkering and building, but that morning she decided to indulge in her love for Barbie movies. She admired the grace and elegance of the characters and dreamed of embodying that same kind of beauty.
As she was about to sing along to a song, a woman from the previous night— wearing lingerie and one of Tony's button-up shirts— descended the stairs. At first, the woman didn't notice Blair, who sat quietly on the couch. The woman wandered around the living room, casually touching and inspecting various items. Finally, her eyes landed on Blair, and she gasped.
"Oh my goodness, I didn't see you there, sweetheart! Can you tell me where your father is?"
Blair simply shook her head.
Undeterred, the woman continued, launching into a detailed account of her night with Tony. Blair, her expression bored, waited for the woman to finish before tilting her head and saying, "You sound better with your mouth closed."
The woman was taken aback. "Oh, I see we've got an attitude. Funny, because my name is Missy. Short for Misty."
Blair stared blankly, unfazed. "Pepper probably has your clothes. She wasn't carrying much since you barely came here with anything."
"Does your father know how you speak to adults?" Missy asked, still shocked by Blair's sass.
"If he did, he'd either be proud or worried— depends on the day," Blair replied, matter-of-factly.
Before Missy could respond, Pepper entered the room, saving Blair from further interaction.
"If you'd leave Mr. Stark's daughter alone, it would be appreciated," Pepper said, her voice calm but firm. "There's a car waiting outside to take you wherever you need to go."
Missy didn't say another word, but Blair couldn't resist shouting, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out— or actually, let it. It'll do you some justice!"
Just as the front door closed behind Missy, Tony, Happy, Rhodey, and Obadiah appeared at the top of the stairs. All five adults turned to look at Blair, who simply shrugged, turned off the TV, and walked over to her father. She held her arms up, silently asking to be picked up. Tony obliged, lifting her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder, a blanket clutched tightly in her small hands. As she began to drift off to sleep, Tony rocked her gently, his phone in one hand while he cradled her with the other.
The remaining adults stood there, marveling at how Blair could be both a sharp-tongued, sarcastic whirlwind one moment and the ultimate daddy's girl the next.
