Stark's Kid - Tony Stark's Daughter

25; Steve Rogers

Song for this chapter: Ben Cocks - So Cold

I usually went to sleep around 11pm every night, but tonight I continued scrolling aimlessly through my phone until the early hours of the morning. It was 2am before and idea popped into my head. I could leave right now, I'll just ask Jarvis for directions to Steve's house.

"Jarvis?" I said quietly.

"Yes Miss Stark?" The machine replied.

"Shhhh..." I hushed it. "I need directions to Steve Roger's house."

There were a few beeps. "Planning a late night excursion?"

"Something like that."

"Directions to Steve Rogers complete. Would you like me to transfer them directly to your cellphone?"

"You can do that? Sure."

There was a beep on my phone and I opened it to see the directions had been added.

"Thanks, Jarvis!"

I threw on a hoodie and some socks, then quietly opened my bedroom door. The hallway was black besides the dim lamp at the end of the hall. My suitcase from New York was outside the door and I assumed Happy or Tony must've brought it up for me. I decided I'd better take some stuff with me and dragged the suitcase into my room. I grabbed a smaller backpack off the hook on my door and began taking some clothes out of the suitcase and shoving it into the backpack instead. Once I was satisfied with the amount of clothes I had, I swung the bag over my shoulders and headed down the dark hallway.

Over the overhang, I could see the lights of the city through the big windows downstairs. I tiptoed down the steps and pushed on my sneakers when I made it to the front door. Making sure I had my phone in my pocket, I cautiously opened the front door, not knowing if Tony had some alarm set up, and headed outside. It was colder out since it was the middle of the night, but it was still nice. I started down the long driveway, and once I made it to the end I pulled out my phone to check the directions.

Thankfully, Steve didn't live too far away from Tony, but it was still a tiring trip. I walked for what felt like hours but in reality I think it was only about 30 minutes. The busy roads scared me as I walked along them, with cars zooming past and their lights blinding me. I was terrified one was going to hit me on accident. A lot of the drivers gave me strange looks, I guess it's not everyday you see a kid with a backpack walking on the side of the road at 3am. When I finally read the last turn on my phone, a wave of relief washed over me. I took the left and headed up a steep hill lined with palm trees and beautiful white houses.

'Your destination is on your left.' I read.

I looked up to see a big white house with a fountain in the front. I tiredly trotted up the path and up the front steps, landing on the porch. I knocked lightly on the black door. There was no answer, which made sense. It was 3am for God's sake, he's asleep! This called for more drastic measures. I scanned the siding in the dark for a doorbell and finally felt one. I pressed it and waited again. This time, I could hear heavy footsteps coming from inside. There was the sound of a lock and then the door opened slightly to reveal a half-out-of-it Steve.

"Victoria?" His voice was raspy. I smiled innocently.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here? It's—" he looked at his watch. "It's almost 3:30 in the morning."

"I know, I know... I didn't want to stay at home. Can I come in?"

He moved aside and opened the door wider. I wrapped my hands around the armbands of my backpack and stepped inside, looking around the dimly lit home.

Steve turned on a lamp and had me sit in the living room. He got me a blanket to warm me up after my long journey, and made some tea for the two of us. I sat on the couch and he sat in a chair across from me with the coffee table between us.

"Do you live here alone?" I asked, leaning forward to drink my tea.

He nodded. "Yep."

"That must not be very fun."

He chuckled. "Sometimes."

There was a moment of silence.

"You know you shouldn't have come here tonight." He said.

"I didn't." I stated. "I came here this morning."

I peered up and saw Steve giving me a look. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Tony is going to be furious— that reminds me, I should call him—"

"No!" I stopped him as he stood up. "Can't you wait? Until tomorrow? If you call now he's going to come get me."

Steve sat back down and shot me a look of sympathy. "You can't live here forever."

"Why not? Do you hate me too?"

"Tony doesn't hate you, Victoria." Steve sighed. "I told you, he was just shocked. We all were. Weren't you?"

My eyes widened. "I wanted to throw up."

He stifled a laugh and nodded. "I can understand that."

I tucked my legs under my body. "This is all so confusing..." he stayed silent, and I took a breath. "Loki said 'it's just a matter of time'."

"What do you think he meant by that?"

"He said it's just a matter of time before I turn out like him. That it runs in their family— or, their kind, I suppose? Do you think I'm going to turn... bad?"

Steve leaned his elbows on his knees. "The only way you are going to turn bad, Victoria Stark, is if you want to be bad. I have only ever seen you use your life, or your powers, for good." I smiled. "And I don't believe that's ever going to change."

Steve allowed me to sleep on the couch for the night, or what was left of it. I slept peacefully besides the constant grief of what the morning would bring when Tony found out what I'd done.