The Life of Tony Stark's Daughter (Avengers Fanfiction!!)

Talking to Phil

I was in sweatpants and a crop top, neon green jacket with a white tank top under neath. My hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands of blonde hair fell down in my face. I was currently practicing with Grant. I had my hands wrapped, punching the damn punching bag.

"I hope you know I could have STDs or HIV or AIDs." I told Grant, punching the bag.

"Oh cool it, Dani." He chuckled. He was watching me while sitting on the bench.

"I saved your ass." I muttered and punched the bag with all I had, still slightly pissed from everything that happened two days ago.

"Danielle. Don't be mad." He sighed. "It happened two fucking days ago.

"I have every right to be mad at you, Grant." I shrugged.

"Alright. Let's get that anger out of you. We'll work on your combat skills." He stood up and walked to the middle of the room. I walked over to him. "Start facing away from me." He turned my back to him.

"Just so you know, I won't be easy with you." I looked over my shoulder.

"Ooh. I'm scared." Grant chuckled. I dropped to the ground and swung my foot around, trying to trip him. But apparently he saw that coming because he jumped. I stood back up and lunged for his chest but he blocked it and returned the blow to my shoulder. Apparently he thought I was going to duck or something because the punch was fucking hard and it hurt. That boiled the anger held in me. I punched his shoulder, jumped and did one of those ninja twirls where my foot hit his chest, knocking him on his back. I brushed my bangs back. I heard laughs come from behind me. I could tell it was Skye, Jemma, and Fitz. I heard a light chuckle, that had to be Phil's, so everyone was watching.

"You better be scared, Agent Ward." I said when I finally caught my breath. He was still on his back.

"Let's go again, little princess." Grant stood up.

"Ward. I wouldn't. You'll hit a nerve." Phil advised. Grant ignored him and held a defensive position. "You can quit if you want, Danielle."

"I'm fine." I shook out my hands and held my hands up. I took the first punch, aiming for his face now. He caught my arm, and twisted it, not too much to hurt but to be discomforting. I twisted my body so I now had my back to him.

"I won't go easy on you either." He whispered in my ear.

"Yeah." I flipped over him and landed behind him. Before he could turn, I kicked the back of his knee. "You might want to step your game up, Agent Ward." I pushed him on to his back and sat on his chest.

"I hope you know you aren't heavy enough to do any damage to someone if you do that. Hell. You aren't even heavy enough to make breathing difficult." Grant chuckled. I rolled my eyes and walked to my room. I was done with him thinking I was going to get back with him after he called me a slut. "Danielle! Come on!" He jogged up behind me. I turned to him.

"Leave me alone." I glared at him.

"Whoa." He put his hands up. "Where'd the attitude come from?"

"Umm. Let's see, you're a fucking dick. You called me a slut. Girls like me don't take to that so nicely. Its bad enough when I wear revealing but not too revealing clothes and you just come on and judge me. If I fucking judged you, you'd be a cocky, overconfident, dip shit." I turned and stormed to my room. I got a shower, put on a different pair of black sweatpants with a black crop top jacket and a neon pink tank top underneath. I straightened my blonde hair and put on a little mascara and eyeliner. I walked down to Phil's office. He wasn't in there. I walked through the plane until I found him. He was at the bar area with Grant. I stayed with my back against the wall, out of their view.

"I don't know what I did, Coulson." Grant sighed.

"Well. For one you called her a name that wasn't anywhere near necessary-"

"I never called her anything like that, Coulson. I only said that she seduces guys with what she wears. It slipped." Grant broke in.

"Do you think she dresses like one?" Phil asked. Grant took a while. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Depends, Coulson."

"What the hell is depend supposed to mean?" Phil sighed.

"Well. When she gets all dressed up with the really short dresses and low cut shirts." Grant replied.

"And that's where you're wrong, agent. Just because a female puts on those things, doesn't mean that they are trying to seduce men around them. But you should really think before you speak." Phil said. I heard someone get up and walked towards me. I held my breath, waiting to see who it was. Phil walked down the hallway, across from me. I followed him. "I knew it." He chuckled.

"Was I really that noticeable?" I asked.

"Not at all. But I'm a level eight agent. Ward is a level six." Phil walked into his office. I sat in the chair in front of his desk and pulled my knee to my chest. "You did great today."

"Thanks." I smiled. "I feel really accomplished."

"You should be. Taking down a level six agent while you're not even a level one yet." Phil chuckled. I half laughed, but stopped. "Danielle. This is why SHIELD has the protocol that is against having relationships with co-workers. That's why Agent Ward and May's relationship went down hill."

"They- They were together?" I asked in a low voice.

"Yes. But Danielle. That's not the point. Maybe you should just stay at the Tower with the rest of them."

"No, Phil." I shook my head. "I don't want to."

"Okay. Go ahead. If you ever need me, Danielle, you know where to find me." Phil smiled.

"Thanks, Phil." I hugged him before leaving, passing by Grant who was in the doorway. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "Grant-"

"Danielle. Listen. I'm really sorry. I am." He murmured. I knew it was hard for him to say that and actually mean it like he did. I looked up into his brown eyes.

"It's okay." I nodded and walked to my room. He followed me. I took off my crop top jacket and sat on the bed.

"Where did that come from?" Grant sat in front of me on the bed. He rubbed his thumb over my shoulder. I looked down to see a bruise.

"Oh." It was from him.

"How did you get that?" He asked.

"Remember when we were literally fighting and you thought I was gonna block that one blow or something?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you would've moved." He held my hand.

"Yeah. Well I didn't." I laid down and pulled the covers over my head.

"Danielle." Grant murmured, putting his hand on my hip. "I'm sorry I never told you about me and May. I just never thought it was important."

"I don't care." I shrugged. He pulled the cover off me.

"Yes you do care. You aren't happy. Please, Dani." Grant kissed my forehead. "No one's seen the real Danielle since before the mission. Please don't stay this way."

"Why? You and May are always serious like this." I sat up.

"Yes we are but you aren't. Even if you are a SHIELD agent, I don't want to loose the real you. The giggly, bubbly, always joking around, fun loving, Danielle." He held both of my hands. I may as well get over it. I kissed Grant's lips. He put a hand on my hip and pulled me closer to him. "Now that's more like it." He chuckled and laid me on my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and giggled into his lips. "Let's get some sleep." He was the one to break the kiss first.

"Night, Grant." I curled up next to him and buried my face in his chest before falling asleep.