Don't You Worry Child

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

A/N – I know it's been a while since I've updated but I have had school to contend with so this story has sort of fallen to the wayside a bit. Now I think I may have promised you guys a party at some point so onwards...

Chapter Summary: The launch party sends things into a spin when it is revealed that both Samantha and Pepper have targets on their backs but will S.H.I.E.L.D. be able to help in time?

Soundtrack: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody by Fergie

Samantha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and smiled; it was the first time she seemed relatively happy with her appearance in a long while. Her hair had been curled and pinned into a loose bun and she wore the red dress Pepper had picked out for her those two short weeks ago. She'd paired it with a pair of diamond studs (which she'd borrowed from Pepper) and a pair of red, strappy Christian Louboutin sandals. Her lips were painted a pillar box red and her eyelids, whilst still their normal colour, had been carefully lined with a kohl eyeliner into a cat's eye and her eyelashes were painted black to match.

She walked out of her bedroom and into the living room to be greeted by her shell shocked father and a beaming Pepper. She did the twirl she felt was obligatory and smiled "You're all grown up," Tony said pretending to shed a tear.

"Come on old man," she replied jokingly, a response which had been completed with an eye roll. Then she decided to change the subject "This is sort of weird. It's like going to prom... or it's like what I suppose going to prom would be like,"

"Did you not go to your prom?" Pepper asked, shocked. The strawberry blonde was convinced that every girl wanted to go to prom and that almost all girls would go to prom... clearly not.

"No," she replied bluntly before explaining upon seeing Pepper's shock "Mom thought I did but my friend and I spent the night going out to clubs and drinking instead," the shock continued to reveal itself on Pepper's face and Tony smirked, Samantha was definitely his daughter – as if there was any doubt – "The hangover the next day taught me a pretty big lesion – Tequila and Champagne do not mix,"

After their relatively short interaction, Tony led the two women outside to the waiting limousine "Oh my God! A limo?" was Samantha's typically teenage exclamation "What's next? A freaking red carpet?" was her more sarcastic Stark-like answer.

"There might be," Pepper said in a not-so discreet manner.

Samantha took in a deep breath as she watched Tony and Pepper get out of the limo before getting out herself a second later. Flashbulbs went off in her face momentarily blinding her. When Pepper had said that there would be a red carpet, Samantha had suspended that it would be a gimmick of some sort and she hadn't worried about it. Now, however, faced with the photographers, journalists and flashing lights she was, well nervous was an understatement. "Come on Samantha," Tony called out to her and she hurried over to him and Pepper as fast as her shoes would allow her.

He led her and Pepper over to a blonde journalist and Samantha noticed how her sort of stepmother tensed up as they approached her "You alright?" Samantha whispered into the strawberry blonde's ear.

"Yeah. She slept with Tony once and... I may have called her trash," Pepper explained and the two women laughed, Pepper nervously and Samantha hysterically.

"Mr Stark," the journalist addressed Tony with a smile on her face, then she bitterly added "Pepper," before asking a question which was likely to be asked a lot that night "And who is this?" she smoothened her skirt and tugged on her suit jacket and blouse so that a button popped revealing a black lacy bra.

"Samantha Montgomery," the brunette replied almost too quickly.

"And who exactly are you? Who is Samantha Montgomery?" the journalist asked.