Avenger Imagines

I've got a burrito and a plastic knife...Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Wwwoooowww part two to Skip to the part where you're angry and I'm sorry

"We are so fucked."

"Language, America!" You exclaimed, slapping the back of his shirt. "What would your dad do if he heard you speak like that!?"

Steve's kid chuckled before dropping his face into his hands. "Probably much less than what he's gonna do to us when he finds us."

Taking a large bite out of your burrito, you leaned back on the motorcycle and shook your head. "If he finds us, it's only if he finds us."

"Of course he is gonna find us!" Chris cried, pacing infront of you as you ate half way through your first burrito. "Christ! He found Uncle Buck, that dude didn't even want to be found!"

"Son," You grabbed his shoulders. "Get your shit together. I need the next Captain America not Captain panic."

Christopher looked at you, his eyes showed a mischievously twinkle. "How'd I'll know that being friends with a Stark was gonna get me in so much trouble?"

You shoved the rest of the food into his hand and pulled out your phone. "Oh honey, the same way I knew that it was gonna take more than some smooth talk to get a Roger to sneak out."

"So, what's the plan?" Chris ate the rest of the burrito and tossed the foil perfectly into the trash. "Do we run? Perhaps give ourselves in? Maybe we can go visit the Bartons?"

You put your phone away and climbed onto the motorcycle. "You know we can't go there, not after I beat Clint in the stupid game and he always wants a rematch." Rolling your eyes, then nodded to the restaurant. "Go get me three more burritos, 'Merica, it's gonna be a long night."

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"We are so fucked." You muttered, leaning up against the wall, next to you, Chris smirked.

"Watch that language." Chris pulled out of the plastic take out bag, a burrito and plastic knife. "Nope, forget it, swear while you still can."

"Chris, ya know, for the kid who's dad is the man with a plan... I would expect you to have a freaking plan." You hissed, listening quietly as Steve and Tony fought over how to get both of you.

"Says the chick who thought it was absolutely brilliant to sneak back into the freaking tower!" Chris snapped, you pulled the knife out his hand.

"Says the dimwit who picked me up in a motorcycle!" You growled, also pulling out the burrito from his hand.

Chris stared you down. "Isn't not my fault that hanging out with you suddenly makes me so reckless!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault?" You asked, increasingly getting angry.

"No, of course not! It's my fault for being so attracted to you!" Christopher yelled so loudly, causing you to step back. The yelling on the other side stopped, and you clutched the knife even harder.

"Oh my fuck." You dropped your head. The sound of the door being unlocked made both of you sigh heavily.

"Ready?" Chris asked, taking a stance infront of you.

"I've got a burrito and a plastic knife, of course I'm ready!" You laughed dryly, just as the door whipped open.

"Christopher." Steve frowned, he's hair obviously ruffles from the constant frustration he had experienced in the last few hours.

"Captain." Chris said weakly.

"Y/n." Tony folded his arms, hiding his grin behind a frown.

"Daddy!" You cheered, tossing your hands up and grinning widely.

After being dragged back to the kitchen, and being seated across the table from your parents, you unwrapped the burrito. Christopher sighed, Tony and Steve looked at you with confusion.

"Listen, I just spent three hours running up and down New York, put those judgemental looks away." You said, biting into the snack.

"It's 3 am, honestly, I want to know why you sneaked out." Steve sat down grumbling, while Tony sipped on some water.

"Cause ya kid got the hots for me." You said, swallowing the food and looking over to Chris who was fumbling with the end of his shirt.

"S-shut up, y/n." He mumbled, Tony nearly spit out his water but eventually swallowed it.

"Oh, dad, I got you the burger." You muttered, pulling out the wrapped food from the inside of your pocket and tossing it to Tony. "I nearly forgot."

"Tony?" Steve hissed, watching as Tony quickly pulled back the foil and shove the food into his mouth. "What are you doing?"

Tony looked up to Steve with wide eyes. "Eating? Is that... Is that something that doesn't happen in your house or...?" Steve rolled his eyes. "What? She's off the hook with me, so like High five Y/n." You reached over and clapped your hand with Tony's.

"Tony!" Steve said again, Tony shrugged.

"Dude, what?!" Tony asked again, standing up and motioning you to get up also. "You finish punishing your child, I have to get my beauty sleep." Tony pulled open the door and looked at Steve, who had a confused glare, while you winked at Chris.

"Night, babe." You blew a dramatic kiss before darting out the room. You could hear Steve ask thousand of questions to Chris, in which he would probably not get a reply to.

"So, do you really like Chris?" Tony asked, balling up the foil and cleaning his hands on his shirt. You looked at him, then quickly looked down to your shoes.

"I dunno." You said weakly.

"I mean, he's hot so that has to be a pro." Tony commented, you chuckled.

"If he's so hot, why don't you date him?"

"Because he doesn't like me, he likes you, dumbass." Tony joked, you shoved him into the wall.

"Shut up, dad!" You giggled, before processing your answer. "I mean, he is kinda hot plus he's super sweet and always looking out for me." You turned to your dad, who was now rubbing his eyes.

"Date him."

"That's moms line."

Tony rolled his eyes, opening his room door and looking back at you. "Sure, he is Captain Spangles kid but if that's what you're into, that's what your into." Tony shrugged, you shook your head. "You know I love you, kid, right?" He smiled, you grinned childishly.

"Of course, cause I'm your favorite!"

"Youre my only one?"

"Exactly, love you too!" You pecked his check before start off to your room, once you reached the door, your phone rang. "Spangles?"

"I'm on the roof, my dad is currently looking for me and I really want to see you right now." Chris said breathless. "Wanda and Vision are up in Maine, looking forward to a long drive?"

"Huh, I don't know about this..." You whispered, shoving random clothes and needs into a duffle bag.

"I have a car and about twenty burritos waiting in-store?" Chris tried, you shrugged on a sweater.

"Mmhhh, still not sure." Chris sighed heavily.

"Y/n, please." Chris plead, you were already huffing up the stairs.

"I'll take it, you better have a way to get down." You ended the call and kicked open the roof door. Chris was standing across from you with a bag of his own, he pulled you towards him and looked off to the distance. "What's the plan?"

"He is." Chris pointed to the blurry red and blue suit that was swinging towards the building at a fast pace.

THE END. ITS OVER. I KNOW ABRUPT ENDINGS. OH WELL :)