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Daddy Daughter Dance - Tony Stark xReader

A/N: Thank You Sprinklesrawesome123 for being patient with me. I'm still trying to get back into writing and balancing two jobs, but I really enjoyed writing this. I hope it's what you were looking for. I'm not gonna lie to you, I got emotional writing the last bit because the song I chose is one that my dad and I used to dance to, together. I stood on his feet and we would dance around the living room to Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle. My dad also used to read me the book based off of the song. If you haven't heard the song, I very much recommend. 

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Sitting in the kitchen in the Avenger's tower was getting pretty boring in my opinion. I mean, I've been in here for the last two hours trying to get my homework done. They tell you that high school is the prime of one's life, but almost every Avenger is out of high school, save for Parker, and their lives are so much more interesting than anyone I've met in school. The only thing getting me through my work is my dad. He's always pushing me to do better, something I am extremely grateful for.

They also tell you that when you become a teenager, you want nothing to do with your parents. Now, maybe that's true for the average person, but when your dad is freaking Iron Man, it's a bit harder to want nothing to do with him. The other thing that makes it hard not to want to be around my dad is the fact that, when he's not fighting to save the world, he's always in his lab. I love him, but I wish that we had more time together.

You see after my mom died, my dad hid away in his lab more often than not. His way of coping was to keep to himself and work solely on his suits. I was mostly raised by the rest of the team. In fact, Steve was my girl scout leader for a while and Natasha took me to my first mother-daughter sleepover. The last daddy-daughter dance I had, in the third grade, my date was Happy. Do you know what it's like when everyone knows who your dad is and he sends you to the dance with his chauffeur? The worst!

I mean, Happy and I had a blast, but it's not the same. When I asked my dad to come, it was heartbreaking. Even though my mom passed away a month before my third birthday, it still feels fresh. There were these dim moments of memories for me, but my dad had broken completely. I snuck down to his lab at around midnight, the week before.

"Daddy?" I whispered as he put the finishing touches on his new Iron Man Suit.

He turned around, an air of exhaustion radiating off of him. His eyes had dark purple circles underneath and his usually lively tanned skin had become pale and almost grey-like. He held a coffee cup in his hand and drank almost the whole glass in one large gulp. I had never really been afraid of my dad. Not until that moment. In my tired, child's mind, he looked like a monster of some sort. But he wasn't, I still knew he was my dad. And by the little smile on his face when he saw me, I could tell he wasn't going to be mad at me for sneaking down.

"Hey sweetheart, are you okay? It's a bit late for you to be awake, don't you think?" His voice was soft, barely above a whisper and he looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"My school's having a Daddy Daughter Dance next week. Can we go? Please daddy?" I all but begged as I was pulled into my dad's weak embrace.

When he was Iron Man, he was strong. His suit took most of the blow, but he still worked out daily. Even when he was "Tony Stark", he had to show strength, to let everyone know that he meant business. But when he was alone, in his lab, he was weak. An almost frailty about him.