Stark Bleiben |Stay Strong| Tony Stark's Daughter
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At a young age, Veronica's mother died. A father who never wanted her wasn't even an option when it came to choosing a place for her to go. Her mother be...
I get woken up by the sound of the tv and the munching of some type of crunchy food.
"Oh Rachel, won't you ever learn that Ross is just not hot enough for you?" They let out an exaggerated sigh.
"What the hell?" I mumble sleepily while turning on my back to see who it is.
"Hahahaha." They laugh as I rub my eyes, trying to see who it is.
"Wade?" I question while squinting my eyes enough to make out the red and black suit with a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
"Yeah?" He looks at me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I push myself up so I'm sitting against the headboard.
"Watching Friends." He states simply focusing back on the tv.
"At 2:28 am?" I whine, looking at the clock after putting on my glasses.
"Yep." He nods, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth, the only part where his mask is rolled up.
"Why?"
"'Cause Sam kicked me out of his room." He explains. "And when I tried to go to Natasha's room... she almost murdered me. So here I am." He smiles innocently as I start to get up, sliding my feet into my slippers. "Where are you going?" He asks.
"To sleep." I mumble, not wanting to argue with him.
"But, why-NO!" He groans. "I don't want to watch George Lopez. Nobody likes George Lopez." He whines as I walk out of the room with the blanket thrown over my head.
Pietro's Room
I trudge my way to the twin's floor and into Pietro's room.
"Piet." I call down to his sleeping figure that is sprawled out on his bed with the blankets on the floor. "Pietro." I say a bit louder.
All I get as a response is him incoherently mumbling something in Sokovian.
I sigh and just flip off my slippers before taking my glasses on and setting them on his nightstand.
I plop down on the bed and scoot close to him, wrapping my arm around his torso.
Actual Morning
"Veronica?" Pietro mumbles opening his eyes to see me laying right next to him with my arm laying across his chest and the blanket I brought draped around our waists... us somehow on the opposite side we fell asleep on last night.
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"Mhm?" I hum in acknowledgment, moving my hand to pull the blankets up.
"When did you get here?" He asks as he puts his other arm around me.
"2:30."
"Not that I'm complaining, but why?"
"Wade woke me up while he was watching George Lopez." I explain.
"Who or what is George Lopez?" He questions in a curious tone.
"I don't know, all I heard was cowbells." I snuggle closer to him.
"What time is it?" He questions again.
"I don't know, look." I lazily suggest.
"Ugh, fine." He rolls over and checks the clock. "It's 9-Oh! Glasses." He gets distracted as he grabs my glasses I left there last night.
"I swear, you have the attention span of a goldfish." I say as I roll onto my back.
"A very nerdy goldfish." He whips his head dramatically my way, striking a pose.
"You're such a dork!" I laugh at his duckface.
"A dorky nerdy goldfish that you love." Pietro smiles.
"Most of the time." I joke as he leans in to peck me on the lips but stops.
"Most of the time?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Most of the time, all of the time." I smirk as I place a hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair a bit. "Same thing." I lift my head up to close the gap between us.
"Hey, Piet-" The door swings open making us jump apart. "-rooo." Wanda awkwardly finishes her short sentence. "Hey, Veronica." She smiles at me.
"Sup." I wave.
"Tony was looking for you so he could test those shoes he designed for your speed." She passes the info.
"Okay." He leans over and pecks me on the lips. "Cya later." He says to me.
"Cya." I say back as he stands up and walks past his sister, pecking her cheek on the way out.
"So." Wanda turns to me with a smug look on her face. "You and Pietro..." She wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
"Shut up." I throw a pillow at her.
"Aye." She catches the pillow. "I'm happy for you, but Tiff was looking for you too."
"Then that's where I shall be." I start to get up.
"Wait a second, Ms. Stark." She stops me. "I wanna know how this happened... again." She jumps onto the bed next to me.
"Haha, no." I stand up and walk towards the door.
"You know I can read your mind, so might as well just tell me." She calls after me.
"Then read my mind." I smirk as walk backwards through the door.
