Stark's Little Star

2

Your P.O.V.

I could feel my stomach tying knots in itself with nervousness as we drove towards Stark Tower in Manhattan.

Coulson had made an appointment for me to meet with Tony...er...Dad, I guess. We dropped Peter off at his house before running to my place to get my stuff together, and now we were on our way to a turning point in my life. 

I was really nervous that he wouldn't want me. I mean who wants a 15 year old daughter they never knew existed to show up at their house, or in this case tower, with no warning. I certainly wouldn't. 

We parked and walked into the lobby. I stood, gawking at the floor to ceiling windows as Coulson went and talked to the receptionist.

"Y/n." I snapped out of my trance and turned to face Coulson. "We're going up."

I fell in step behind him as we walked to the elevator. He pushed the button for the 31st floor and I finally spoke up. "Phil? Do you think he'll like me?"

"Y/n, anyone would have to be blind not to love you. And I've worked with him a few too many times and I think he will. Although you'll probably take a little while to get used to him."

I looked up at Phil and smiled. "Thanks. I'm just a little nervous."

"Well you won't have to wait long to meet him." 

The elevator doors opened and I stepped out, ready to meet my dad.