fox (iron man's daughter)

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fox's p.o.v

i stare at him for a second.

i don't think my thoughts have ever been this busy, what the fuck do i say? i can feel my eyes widening as i fully take in the situation. i snuck out.. and he brought the avengers to take me home. i'm in so much shit.. lordy me i'm in shit.

hang on.. how did they find me?

my mouth opens into an angry o and i frown at tony accusingly "you tracked my phone! why is there a tracker on my phone?!".

tony raises an eyebrow at me "for situations exactly like this".

"right yeah actually that makes sense" i raise a hand to the back of my neck, trying to avert my eyes anywhere but here.

"fox what did you do?" daisy whispers in my ear and i close my eyes, shaking my head.

"daisy it's a lot of information that i'm not willing to relay right now, we have a group dance in like half an hour which i'm not ready for" my hand searches for hers and she grips it reassuringly, giving me a squeeze.

"look i'm.. i'm really sorry but can we have this conversation later cause i'm kind of busy and i have a team that i don't want to let down" i look up at tony with pleading eyes, expecting him to say no but hoping he'll let me stay for a bit longer.

"no, no chance, we're going home. now".

i'm about to open my mouth to protest when pepper grabs tony's arm, pulling him to face her. i think the intention was for me to not hear but they weren't very good at it.

"come on tony, let her just do this and then we'll go home and discuss the situation" she cups his cheek in her hand, forcing him to look into her kind eyes "look, we both know she's struggling with the change, this might help" pepper tries again, causing tony to look at the floor, closing his eyes for a moment as if in pain, then looking back to me.

"okay, whatever, do your dance thing" he waves his hand at me dismissively. he seems mad at me, really mad, and i'm not feeling great about it. what else can i do? at this point i may as well just dance and get it over with.

i practice in the little time i have left, and then i stand awkwardly next to tony as we wait for our team to be called. i consider starting conversation a few times, deciding against it when i look up at him and note his unforgiving frown. i think he hates me.

steve nudges me after a while "don't worry, he'll calm down, if you cry he'll probably cry too".

i snigger "as if, i'm pretty sure he hates me".

steve raises an eyebrow "he spent the whole day panicking about finding you, he really cares about you".

i shake my head "he thought i was dying, not dancing" i state as my coach walks over to me.

"fox i want you and james to go over that lift one more time"

i nod and james strolls over.

"okay, 5, 6, 7, 8" our coach counts and i wrap my arms around jame's neck and swing myself up. then my life flashes before my eyes, because every time, every single time james doesn't catch my body.

i would've fallen on my back again was it not for the fact that a strong hand caught me on the way down.

"you okay kiddo?" tony frowns down at me and i nod.