Stark Bleiben | Stay Strong | Tony Stark's Daughter | Book 1

Bonding

Salon...

"Hello, Mr. Stark." The black haired woman greets us at the register.

"Hey, Daphne." Tony greets back while taking off his Aviators.

"It's Diana." She corrects with a slight tone.

"Of course it's Diana." I mumble putting my hands into my dark blue leather jacket.

"Sorry, Diana." He sighs. "Appointment at 3:30 for two."

"Yeah Pepper called. Just follow me." She sighs and gestures for us to follow her.

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"So, what would you like to have done?" The hairdresser, Jessica, questions as she plays with my hair.

"Back to brunette, please!" I smile.

She giggles. "What shade of brown?"

"Uhhhh." I think of what color my hair was before but I can't think of the right color. "Like... a chestnut?"

"You don't sound sure." She points out.

"I don't know the fancy names for the different kinds of shades of brown." I defend looking back at her seeing Tony checking himself out in the mirror slightly while his hairdresser prepares her stuff to dye his grey hairs behind her.

I sigh once I realize something. "Just use the shade of dye you guys use to dye Stark hair." I say facing the mirror.

"Alright." She says and walks away to go get the stuff.

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"So." Jessica speaks up trying to start a conversation. "Why are you here with Stark?" She questions pretty much painting my hair.

"Ms. Potts wanted me and Tony to bond more." I sigh.

"Why is that?"

"I moved in a couple months ago and we haven't really... connected." I explain. "Potts subtlely said that we need to spend time together. Bond more."

She laughs and shakes her head. I click my tongue silently feeling her judge me.

"What?" I say a bit bitterly.

"Nothing... just don't get too attached to him. One day he'll be gone when you wake up."

"NO!" I shout slightly causing heads to turn. I clear my throat. "I mean no. We're not- He's not-no." I clarify.

"Sure." She rolls her eyes.

I sigh deeply and rolls my eyes also.

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"Have a nice day." Jessica smiles as Tony puts his wallet in his pocket and I cross my arms since he didn't let me pay for my hair.

"Yeah, sure." I mumble turning around and walking towards the door.

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"Whats got your panties in a twist?" Tony questions once we get out of the salon.

I click my tongue and look at him as we walk down the sidewalk.

"She thought I was your slut of the week." I blatantly say.

He scoffs and shakes his head.

"Did you tell her you were my daughter?"

I look down at the ground. "No." I admit.

"Why?" He sighs running his hand through his newly dyed grey free hair.

"Because we haven't really talked about telling everybody that you have a daughter yet." I exclaim.

"Well you could of said you're a friend or Pepper's sister! Now they'll tell the press that I'm fucking one of the new recruits of the team." He stops walking to yell back at me causing a few heads to turn in the busy New York streets.

"You probably would be fucking one of the new members of the team if Tiffany wasn't dating anyone and if you already didn't slept with her." I yell back.

Tony throws his head back while taking a deep breath.

"Let's just drop it." He drops his head back to eye level to look at me. "Do you need anything while we're out?" He questions as we continue to walk down the sidewalk. "Clothes, shoes, snacks, essential stuff like toothbrushes, toothpaste, tam--"

"I'm fine." I interrupt him.

"Good, good." He nods putting his hands in his black leather jacket pocket. "You wanna go out to eat or something then? I haven't eaten since lunch."

"Sure." I shrug. "I haven't eaten anything since lunch either and training made me hungry, so why not."

"Shawarma?"

"Shawarma."

Shawarma Place...

"Wait, wait, wait." I say trying to catch my breath.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah laugh it up." He says leaning back in his chair.

"So." I catch my breath, finally. "You called yourself, and I quote, 'Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist' when you were arguing with Captain America, America's golden boy and the world's first superhero?"

"But in my defence, I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yeah, but you just don't say that when you're in the midst of a fight with the great Captain America. And when you are in possession of an alien scepter and an old Hydra weapon that uses the Tesseract's energy to send people into a different dimension." I point out.

He opens his mouth to say something back but turns his head slightly while scrunching his face up. "Yeah, that probably wasn't the best idea." He admits.

"Thank you."

"But didn't you say something stupid when you were nervous before?" He counters.

I chuckle and take a sip from my bottle of Sprite. "I don't get nervous."

Tony scoffs and shakes his head. "We get nervous."

"We?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"Starks." He clarifies. "My dad did the same thing. Mask his nervousness with fake confidence and sarcastic remarks."

I nod my head. "Yep, sounds right."

"Yeah." He nods too.

"So." I say while sitting up straight. "Spectre's out." I casually throw out.

"Bond?"

"Yes, Bond." I pause. "James Bond." I smirk, he laughs. "Wanna go see it?"

"Suuuuuuuure. Because I don't have anything else better to do than go watch a movie with you."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I put my hand over my heart for emphasis. "Should I call Pietro to join us?" I question knowing Piet annoys the living shit out of him.

Tony just sighs while getting up and gathering his stuff. "Shall we?" He gestures for us to leave.

"We shall." I smile at my victory.

After Movie...

"TO THE BAR!!!!!" Tony yells as we exit the movie theater.

"Stark, it's like 7 o'clock."

"Never stopped me."

"Me neither." I agree. "What the hell, what could a few drinks do to us?" I shrug.

"WOOOOOO!!!!" He shouts throwing a fist in the air.