Daughter Of The Avengers

Mini Stark

~Stark Tower

A young girl of 17 was lounging comfortable at the bar in Tony's main room. A sketchbook was placed under her hands as she make quick sketch lines on the paper. Her black hair with one sky blue streak and one white streak was put in a messy bun. Her mocha skin looked smooth to the touch, which it was. Her harvest gold eyes flickered to the landing pad entrance as she heard the familiar sound of Iron Man landing.
"Back so soon ma, thought what ever you we're doing was gunna take a while." She said standing up and strutting behind the bar to fix her mama a drink.

"I gave you a very simple explanation, kiddo."

"See what happened there was I just didn't care."

Icicle grinned and gave her now annoyed parent his glass of scotch before "gracefully" falling over the back of the couch and spralling out. Tony shook his head at his daughters antics and snook a curious look at her sketchbook.

"Anything new?" He asked, setting his glass down and picking up the book.

Icicle lifted her arm with a grunt, "Nothing much, just sketches."

Tony grinned, flipping through the book, "So you could say your sketches look rather, sketchy." He snapped finger guns at his daughter with a dumb smile.

Icicle just grunted a affectionate "fuck off" under her breath and rolled over one her stomach, blue leg warmer covered legs hanging off the couch arm.

"Sir, Agent Coulson is requesting an audience." J.A.R.V.I.S spoke all off a sudden.

Tony dismally waved his hand, "Having a father daughter moment." He answered. Icicle's voice came muffled from the couch cushions. "Tell em fuck off J." Tony's phone suddenly went off. Tony picked it up and started walking towards where his daughter was still face down on the couch. "He seems rather persistent."

"He says it is urgent sir, I suggest seeing him."

The elevator doors suddenly opened, catching both Stark's off guard. Icicle yelled out a loud "SHIT!" before throwing herself off the couch, letting out a loud "oof". Phil Coulson stood in the elevator with a phone is his hand giving a questioning look at what he just saw.

"Stark and...Mini Stark." He greeted walking down to were Tony stood. Icicle popped up from in front of the couch. "How'd you know I was mini Stark?" Phil looked at her, not amused. "Um hey, that's trespassing." Phil simply ignored his statement, handing him a large black, binder thing. "Oh no I don't like being handed things."

"I do tho." Icicle said now stranding beside her mother. She took the object from Phil and traded Tony for his glass of scotch. Icicle took a sip of it before making a rather hilarious disgusted face and grunting out, "Why the fuck did I do that?" And walking away to spit in a trash can.

Tony simply walked away to see what he now held is hands. Icicle walked behind her mother curiously watching what he was typing at. "What's all that?" She questioned. Tony looked over his shoulder at her, before throwing his arms out, spanning out the images and videos around for all to see.

"We could use your help Stark." Phil spoke up from where he still stood before. Icicle turned to him, "Which one?" Phil smiled a little, "Both would be great." Icicle's face went straight to pure excitement before letting out a loud excited yell and jumping around in place. "IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!" "AH HELL NO!"
Icicle faced her mother who had a really pissed off expression on his face.

"Mom come on, I can do this!"

"You are going to do nothing young lady, you are seventeen!"

"I am the dancing queen!"