Avenger's One-shots and Preferences

Meeting the Parents- Tony Stark

Here comes another Meeting the Parents segment. I always imagined that while dating a rich man has its perks, the reader's father doesn't trust Tony because of his reputation. 

You hear a knock on the door to your apartment. When you open the door you see your dad had come to visit. "Hey, dad," you tell him a little surprised, "I wasn't expecting to see you here." "Well I flew in a couple hours ago," your dad explains, "There's a business conference in Manhattan this weekend and I thought I'd want to surprise my favorite girl on the way." You pull him in for a hug.

You were born and raised in Georgia as the middle child and only girl of three children. You came to New York for school where you were studying genetics and had stayed in touch with your father whenever you got the chance. "Come in, Dad, I actually made lunch if you want any." "Smells good," he replies, "You always were a natural at cooking just like your mother."

Once you and him filled your plates with food, the two of you sit down on the couch and watch TV just like old times. While your eating, you let your dad flip through the channels and he stops at one when he comes across some news footage concerning Tony Stark spotted by the paparazzi with a woman. "Heh, look at this," your dad chuckles , "That girl with that Stark fellow sure looks a lot like you." You stop eating what was on your plate, "Really?" you try to act nonchalant  about it, "I don't see the resemblance, dad, maybe you need to get your eyes checked." "I'm serious, sweetheart," he counters, "She looks a lot like you, the hair, the eyes, it's almost like your twins..." he stares at the footage even more closely, "wait a minute, is that girl wearing your necklace?" "Probably not," you quickly stand up and take both empty plates back to the kitchen. "I think it is," your father explains, "I'd know that necklace anywhere I gave to you as a graduation gift from high school, it's one of a kind." "Maybe whoever crafted it for you was lying," you start washing the dishes. "Is there something your not telling me, (y/n)?" your father interrogates. "What makes you say that?" you try and act innocent. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you somehow met this man during your time here in the big city and you and him are doing God knows what and you never said anything about it."

"Okay, okay," you finally confess. "Yes, I'm sort of dating Tony Stark and yes it's the same Tony Stark from the TV." "How long have you been 'sort of' dating him?" your father questions you further. "A month an a half," you quickly answer. Your dad just looks at you with a mixture of concern and possibly anger, "So first chance you get out of the house, out of the state even you start partying and shacking up with playboys?" "It's not like that, dad," you retort defensively, "We met at a charity event, we talked, he liked me, I gave him my number and next thing I knew we were having dinner and forming an actual relationship. If you really want to know we haven't even had sex yet. Tony is not that kind of guy anymore; he really wants to get to know me." Your dad still had a hard believing you. "You know what, he's suppose to take me to dinner tomorrow," you suggest, "maybe you can meet him than and see for yourself." "Fine, I go" he reluctantly replies, "but I'll be keeping an eye on both of you."

   Once your dad leave you quickly call Tony. "Hey, babe," he answers. You quickly explain your dad was in town and he wanted to meet Tony and you suggest they take him to dinner at that nice restaurant they were suppose to go to the next day. "Seems like a big step to be meeting the parents this early in the relationship," Tony replies. "I know," you tell him, "but the thing is I hadn't told him we were dating and he didn't find out till he saw footage of us on the TV. Paparazzi must have spotted us at the time." "Damn those paparazzi," Tony sighs. "Anyways," you continue, "and I'll be straight with you on this, my dad is a bit...okay a lot concerned that, given your reputation, your intentions might be less than honorable." "You don't think that do you?" Tony asks. "Of course not," you say, "but it's what my dad thinks and I really want him to see that is not the case at all." "Don't you worry sweetheart," Tony assures you, "You have my word I'll be on my best behavior." "Thank you, Tony. See you tomorrow than." You hang up the phone and spend the rest of the day studying for your classes.

The next day when it was about time to head to dinner, you put on your best dress and meet up with Tony who was dressed in a suit. "Looking good, handsome," you compliment, "You trying to impress me or my dad?" "I figure I could try and impress both," Tony replies. "Don't be so nervous," you assure him and place a hand on his cheek, "Just show him you're not the man you used to be."    

You and Tony pick your father up from the hotel he was staying and the three of you drive to dinner. There Tony acted like a gentleman being respectful towards your father as the two of them talk: your father about his business and Tony about some of the projects he was working on. When dinner was over you take your dad back to the hotel. "What did you think about him?' you ask nervously. Your dad thinks about it for a second, "I'm still a little weary but I may have overreacted at first," he admits, "I still don't fully trust him but he seems like a decent man." "That's a start," you breath in a sigh of relief. "Listen, sweetheart," he says to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, "I know you're not my little girl anymore; you're a grown woman who can make your own decisions. I only said what I did because I love you and I don't want to see you get hurt." "You don't have to worry about that, dad," you assure him, "I can handle myself. I have you and my brothers to thank for that." Your father laughs at that, "well if he does hurt you, your brothers and myself could always pay him a little visit," he subtly suggests. "Dad!" you slap his arm. "I'm kidding, sweetheart. But seriously, I don't care if Stark is Iron Man, he hurts my princess in anyway he'll have to answer to me." "I'll be sure to let him know," you say as you pull him into a hug, "I love you too, Dad."