And then we were two (Tony stark's daughter fic)

Piss off cannon my babies deserve happiness!

All good things come to an end. It was a phrase Addy had heard before. Only now did she begin to want to hunt down whoever the dumbass who first said it was and smack them with her father's gauntlets. One minute she was asleep in her bed, her father and his friends downstairs celebrating another victory together. The next Natasha was lifting her into her arms and rushing down the stairs, almost before Addy's eyes had opened.

"Aunty Nat? What's going on?"

"Shh," Natasha shushed her and ducked behind a railing.

Before them, tossing the avengers around like rag dolls, was a creature that might've walked straight out of Addy's nightmares. Of course, perhaps walked wasn't the operative word here. The creature seemed to hover, reaching in and out of shadows, creating shadows? It was a nightmare, soulless eyes somehow darker than the nothingness that made up it's body. Claws seemed to materialize from nowhere and everywhere at once, ripping apart supporting beams, pullinh sparks from where it connected with the suit that surrounded her father.

"Nat get her out of here!" Tony grunted as he shot at the creature, his repulser beams seemingly ineffective against the being.

Steve leapt at it, passing through and colliding with Tony, the pair tumbling across the floor and through a window.

"Nat, go, go," Barton shouted, appearing next to them and shooting two arrows behind him as he ushered them quickly to the roof. "We got to go, now!"

"But my Daddy!"

"He's a big boy, sweetheart," Natasha assured gently, "Stark can look after himself."

"Buckle her into something, fast!" Clint was flipping switches and pressing buttons as quickly as possible. Their jet seemed to shake around them as the tower swayed.

"I, I, I," Addy stammered in a panic as they attempted to lift off. So many percentages, statistics, the likelihood of their crashing and ultimate death flashing nearly too quickly for the girl to even perceive inside her head.

"Hey, super spies, got my kid?" Tony's voice cut through the speakers, the franticness only barely hidden as they lifted off and the tower seemed to implode under them.

"We got her, Stark. Who's accounted for?" Natasha replied quickly, her hand rubbing over the girl's spine soothingly while addy struggled not to panic.

"I got Capsicle. Mandatory ride down to the ground floor. Banner's, Hulk, they're off in the city somewhere."

Clint nodded despite the fact tony wouldn't see the action, "follow our flight path, Stark."

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"Hey, you alright Pipsqueak?" Barton knelt in front of the small girl once they'd landed.

"Don't like flying," Addy mumbled, glancing toward the open doors of the jet. "Where's my Dad?"

"What was that?" Steve's voice shouted over the sounds of Tony's suit as it landed. "Stark what'd you do?!"

"Why the hell does everything always have to be my doing? Shockingly enough this wasn't actually on me!"

"That'd be them then," Clint snorted.

Addy made a face, the sort you expect from a child when their parents start fighting and they hate it but they've grown used to it. "Guess I can get out of this now?" She sighed and motioned toward the harness Natasha had buckled around her.

"Course, Tiny," Clint laughed and unbuckled her quickly. "Don't go far ok, don't want you getting lost."

"Where are we?"

"One of Clint's safe houses my tiny dancer," Natasha smiled and took her hand, leading her from the ship.

They seemed to be in a clearing in the center of a great pine forest. Fog limited the view but there was a mountain range in the distance. In the center of the clearing stood a small cottage, an overgrown garden surrounding it's porch.

"Why does uncle Clint have gobs of safe houses?"

Natasha chuckled and glanced over her shoulder at the man in question with a fond look, "because uncle Clint is secretly a Boy Scout. Come on, let's go call dibs on a room, shall we. There's usually a limit in the smaller safe houses."

"What you're sleeping with her?" Clint called after them with a pout.

"See if Banner will cuddle you, Barton," Natasha laughed and hoisted the girl onto her back, dashing toward the house.

"When you girls are finished arguing," Clint interrupted Stark and Rogers, who looked close to blows."three rooms, not sharing mine and Tasha has the kid, best of luck."

Tony's visor retracted and he eyed Steve warily, "Rock paper scissors for it?"

Steve rolled his eyes and headed into the little cabin. The front door appeared to be solid oak and it creaked with disuse as he opened it. The cabin was tidy, if a bit dusty, but thankfully any smell was more stale air than mold or mildew. "Not bad," he mumbled under his breath. It clearly wasn't meant for comfort, boasting a small kitchen with a square Formica table surrounded by four chairs, a single bathroom, and a living area with nothing more than a recliner and a wooden rocking chair flanking a side table.

Clint knelt between them, poking a small flame to life in the stone fireplace, "we're off the grid now fellas. Let the water run a bit before you drink any, well hasn't been used in a year at least."

"Fabulous," Tony groaned and headed up a rickety looking staircase to two of the three bedrooms. The bed was big enough but that didn't serve to soothe the tightening sensation in his belly. "You can have it," he decided, "I don't sleep much anyway."

Steve scowled, "Don't be stupid Tony. We got who knows what gunning for us, we all need our rest."

Tony huffed in frustration and stormed out of the cabin. The wind bit at him, winding through his T-shirt and making him shiver as it danced through the fallen leaves of a large oak tree. This whole place reminded him of those shows one of his many nannies had watched, little house on the prairie maybe? That sounded right. He wondered vaguely where she was now before remembering she'd been in on one of several kidnapping attempts when he was six.

"Alright, Stark?" Natasha asked, appearing quite suddenly at his side.

Tony most definitely did not startle, at all, he'd fight you on that. "You do that on purpose, don't you?" He scowled.

"Makes every breath that much more worth it," she laughed. "Addy's having a bath. Turns out Clint keeps bags packed for each of us."

He nodded absently, brushing his hand over a tree. "Thanks, for getting her out of there," he sighed and tapped the trunk three times with his fist. "You know, she really shouldn't be near me. This is what the second, third, time she's been in the line of fire?"

"And the last time you tried to do something about that she wound up with an abusive asshole," she nodded. "Kid still won't talk about what all happened there. I'm pretty sure being loved and occasionally in danger is preferable."

Stark sighed and jabbed his hands through dark hair. She was right, of course. "I gotta call Pep, press is probably all over the tower collapsing. She's gonna have my hide."

"Good luck finding signal," she snorted. "Hey, don't stress so much, sometimes the best things happen when you quit fighting it..."

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Hey peeps I have had zero absolutely none inspiration in so long I'm so so sorry I feel awful! I have decided from here out to chuck cannon in the bin because it hurts me 😭 seriously WHY!!! *shakes fist at the sky* so from here out we're jumping on the let's see where my mind takes us train....there will likely be stony. And probably clintasha. I love Clint's wife as a character but come on! Sorry anywhoo. Hope this was entertaining and hopefully I'll be back again way way way sooner than I was this time. 😘💙