Stark's Kid - Tony Stark's Daughter

43; Tony Is Going To Be Pissed

Y'all this ones' a doozie🤐 sorry it took so long to update! I've been having some mental health issues but I'm hoping to update more often!

Tonight was the first real performance of our play, and even though we'd performed the pre-show the previous night, the butterflies in my stomach continued to attack my insides. I kept peeking around the curtain, scanning the audience for any sign of Tony, but didn't see him yet. My stomach sank. I knew he hadn't forgotten again and I was worried something was wrong. I was worried that Thanos had done something.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and focused on the play, rehearsing my lines in my head over and over again as I paced back and forth. I was startled when a hand touched my shoulder and looked up to see Carlos smiling guiltily at me.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "How are things?"

"Better." I grinned. "He didn't forget last night, he had... a mission."

"That is so cool."

"How so?" I laughed.

"'A mission.'" He air-quoted. "Your dad goes on missions, your dad is an Avenger."

"Yeah it's cool until he misses your play." I rolled my eyes playfully. "What does your dad do?"

Carlos' face turned serious. "I uh— I wouldn't know. He left right after I was born."

"Oh," I sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't—"

"It's okay," he brushed it off, though I could tell it hurt him. "Look what he's missing out on!"

I laughed at his high spirits. Carlos was a very secretive person, which I admired in a way because he didn't let anyone be bothered by his emotions, but it also worried me to think he might need someone to talk to and be holding too much in.

I didn't check to see if Tony, or Peter for that matter, had shown up again before starting the first song. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I walked out onto the stage and began singing the first song, the lights shining brightly down on me. I could barely see the crowd over the lights, but what I could see made my heart jump. In the front row, half sitting on the left of the auditorium and half on the right, were Nat, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Tony and Peter. I made eye contact with Tony and he gave me a proud, toothy smile as he held up a camera. My cheeks flushed. I couldn't believe my eyes. Not only were Tony and Peter here, but everyone was here. My entire family.

For the rest of the play, I put all of my heart and soul into it. Now there wasn't only strangers watching that I had to impress, but all of my family as well, and I wanted to give it my all for Emily. We were now performing the scene I was dreading the past hour and a half; the kiss scene. Not because I didn't like Carlos, because all my family, more specifically Tony was watching. I tried to put the thought of all of their eyes on me out of my mind and just went for it.

As soon as Carlos and I kissed, the entire auditorium erupted in applause. I peered out and saw Nat clapping, but none of the guys were clapping. They all had their eyes narrowed at Carlos, especially Tony, who was shooting him daggers. If looks could kill, Carlos would have internally combusted. And Peter looked almost... sad?

I shook it off and we finished the play. The last scene was always my favourite, where we danced together and I got to wear the beautiful yellow dress again. The curtain call was even more exhilarating than the previous night, and as soon as Carlos lead me to the front of the stage, everyone gave us a standing ovation. I looked at my family in the front row and saw Tony with tears in his eyes. I was surprised, he usually never showed his emotional side. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled which made me laugh in embarrassment as Carlos and I took a bow.

Once the curtains were lowered, I immediately ran down the side steps and found Tony and everyone else standing in front of their seats. They turned to me and I ran to Tony, landing in his open arms.

"You were amazing!" He smiled at me, holding my shoulders tightly.

"Are you crying?"

"No," he said seriously. "It's... allergies or... something. Shut up and hug me."

We embraced once more and then I looked up at Peter. He smiled proudly at me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, he did the same.

"You were great." He said excitedly, though I could tell something was bothering him. I decided to let it go for the time being.

"Thank you!"

Everyone continued congratulating and telling me how great I did, I felt like a superstar. Well, maybe not that extreme, but it was exciting.

I ended up inviting Peter to spend the night at our house and he agreed. Tony allowed us to sleep in my room as long as Peter slept on the floor and we kept the door open. We decided to make a fort.

"Put that corner under those books on the desk." I pointed to Peter's edge of the blanket. I clothes-pinned my edge to a chair.

We strung fairy lights across the inside of the fort and filled it with pillows, blankets and stuffed animals. I put my new laptop across from us and we watched Paranormal Activity, as requested by Peter once he found out I'd never seen it. As the movie progressed I found myself scooting closer and closer to Peter's side until I was, once again, under his arm.

"Why did you look sad tonight?" I asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Tonight, when I had to kiss Carlos, the guy that played the Beast, I looked at you, and you looked sad." I explained. "Why?"

He didn't answer so I shifted to look at him.

"I don't know."

"You're lying."

"No I'm not." He scrunched up his face but continued watching the movie.

"Yes you are, I can tell. When you lie you don't look people in the eye."

Peter sighed and looked down at me.

I smiled a little. "Spill the beans."

"I don't know. I..."

"You what?" I pushed.

"I like you, Victoria."

I swallowed. "I... like you too."

He gave me a shocked look. "Really?"

"Yeah, I have for a long time. I just never thought you would feel the same because I'm quite a bit younger than you, I mean not a lot it's only like 3 years but still I never—"

I was cut off by Peter's lips colliding with my own. My eyes went wide as I processed what was happening. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

"Tony is going to be pissed." Is all I could say, and Peter laughed.