Imagining Steve

Tony's daughter (Paternal Steve X Reader)

This one shot is a little different, it's PATERNAL/FATHERLY Steve. I thought that it would be fun to try out. Steve is only mentioned in this part, but he's in a lot of part 2.

ALSO POTENTIAL CIVIL WAR SPOILERS, GO SEE IT IF YOU HAVENT. LIKE WHY HAVENT YOU SEEN IT YET. DO YOU HAVE A LIFE OR SOMETHING? .... Lucky.

[y/f/n] means Your Friend's Name.
[y/n] means Your first Name
And so on.

A comment reminded me to tell you guys that I wrote this listening to Henry Jackman's the Winter Soldier soundtrack, so I tried to pull up a YouTube vid, for some reason they weren't working. Now I wrote this listening to "Fury" but "Lemurian Star" fit reading this better. So if you've got it, listen to it.

"Dad, I'm sixteen. One, I'm not going to a party to get drunk and have sex. Two, I'm going to [y/f/n]'s house."

"One, that's code for secretly going to a party. Two, not happening, sweetheart." Dad rolled his eyes at me, turning his attention to the suit in front of him. It was going to be my suit someday, when I convinced him that I was ready. He originally wanted to make one just to protect me, but I'd slowly gotten him to add weapons to it over the years.

In a few years I'd get to wear that thing, but I sure as hell wasn't signing any accords. Not that anyone needed to know that yet.

"What if I call her parents and get them to tell you that I'm actually going to their house? I offered slyly, knowing that he couldn't deny that evidence. Dad eyed me suspiciously, and I waited expectantly.

"I trust you, kiddo. Go have fun with [y\f]."

"Thanks, Dad!" I exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He chuckled and gave me a quick but tight hug. I grinned and scampered off, ecstatic to get out of the compound.

I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to let out a single tear. I would not give them satisfaction, not even for a moment. I refused to do so, but it was so damn hard. The memories all melded together, they were so painful and consuming. I slipped back into the past, immersed in memories I wished desperately to change.

I took my keys off a hook in the garage and jumped into my car as fast as I could. I quickly started the engine. "Jar-" I faltered, feeling a tiny pang of nostalgia. I'd grown up talking to various AI interfaces, but I'd actually really loved Jarvis. He'd been my only friend when the rest of the world just cared about my last name.

"Fr-Friday?" I stuttered. Sure, Vision was my friend, but it was no where near the same. I used to tell Jarvis everything. After becoming Vision he had his own things to do. He made time to talk to me, all of the Avengers that were left did. I missed Wanda, not to mention Sam and Clint. Aunt Natasha missing was also a huge blow. But Uncle Steve was the hardest one to loose.

"Yes [y/n]?" The AI asked, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't really like Friday, she was kind've loopy and sounded high most of the time.

"Open the garage." The hangar door promptly opened. We all still lived at the Avengers headquarters. Those of us left anyways, I stayed there because Dad was there, and "I was only safe when surrounded by a bunch of superheroes". I thought that his overprotective nature was ridiculous.

"Is Tom with you?" Friday asked, seeming smug.

"It's a five minute drive, Friday. I'll be fine." Before she could alert Dad to the a sense of my body guard, I sped out of the hangar. I pressed a button on my dashboard that I had added, a way to block out Friday. Now it was nearly impossible for Dad to remote control my car and force me to take Tom. I'd gotten Dad's brains, and his spunk. I could handle myself, I didn't need a bodyguard to drive me a few blocks.