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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Blair woke up in the warmth of her father's bed, the gentle hum from the TV softly filling the room. Her stuffed elephant, Peanut, was nestled securely in her arms, offering a sense of comfort in the aftermath of the previous night's chaos. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, she took in the familiar surroundings of Tony's room and the sight of the TV, which was playing a morning cartoon she always enjoyed.
The clock on Tony's dresser read 6:45 a.m. It seemed impossibly early considering they had only gone to bed a few hours ago, but Blair felt like she had slept for a full twelve hours. She burrowed deeper into the blankets, her small body snuggling into the soft warmth of the bed as she continued to watch TV.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open drew her attention. She turned her head to see her father emerging in a simple t-shirt and track pants, his hair still damp from his shower. Tony's face broke into a broad smile as he spotted Blair. Without hesitation, he jumped onto the bed beside her, wrapping her in a tight hug that felt as warm and comforting as the blankets around them.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Tony said, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and affection. "How did you sleep?"
Blair looked up at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Good morning, Daddy. I feel like I slept forever." She tightened her hold on Peanut as she spoke, feeling safe and loved.
Tony chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Well, we had quite the night, didn't we? I'm having a press conference later today. You're welcome to join me if you'd like."
Blair's face lit up with excitement, but she quickly added, "Can I stay in another room with Peanut and wear comfy clothes?"
"Of course," Tony said with a grin. "You can wear whatever makes you feel cozy. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Blair beamed, bouncing off the bed with a newfound energy. She dashed to her room, her footsteps light and quick. She grabbed a soft sweatshirt, some black leggings, and her favorite white sneakers. A scrunchie for her hair completed her outfit. With everything in hand, she raced back to Tony's room.
Carefully, Blair laid out her clothes beside Tony's neatly pressed suit, making sure everything was in place. She then crawled back into bed, snuggling close to her father. Tony's amusement was evident as he watched her settle in.
"I love mornings like this," Tony said, his voice filled with warmth. "I hope we can have many more of them."
Blair snuggled even closer, her contented sigh muffled by the soft fabric of the blanket. "Me too, Daddy. I love being with you."
As they lay there together, the outside world seemed far away. The chaos of the previous night was a distant memory, replaced by the peaceful intimacy of a quiet morning. For Tony, these moments were a cherished escape from the demands of his life. With Blair by his side, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment, hoping that days like this would become a regular part of their lives.
