Tony Stark is known to be a lot of things; no one would ever image that being a father was one of them. Before he was Iron Man, and before he was CEO of Stark Industries; he was just a father to his little girl.
Briana Stark has always been the lig...
'I'll protect you from whatever hurts you. But darling, teach me how to fight my nightmare of losing you first.'
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STARK MANOR
Tony Stark
"Tony!"
I never liked to hear my name being called by my father's critical and angry voice as usually. I'll just ignored him as always.
"Tony! Get down here!"
Uh, how about no?
"Tony!" A softer and kinder voice called out. "Please sweetheart, come down."
It was my mom's voice that made me climb out of bed. I took a minute to fully open my eyes.
"ANTHONY!" Dad yelled.
I rolled my eyes. "Alright! I'm coming! Geez!"
I stood up from my bed and fumbled around for a t-shirt. I tiredly walked down the stairs to the room. When I finally reach them, I walked to see my parents and our faithful butler Jarvis.
"What do you want, Howard?" I asked.
"The hospital called."
Hospital? What, do I have a sibling that they just found out about?
"Well Pepper gave birth to your kid."
A ringing grew in my ears as the word kept repeating over and over in my head.
Kid. A child.
Child. Child.
Your child. Your child.
"You have a little girl."
A girl.
I have a little girl.
My little girl.
The little girl that was mine and Pepper.
The little girl was ours.
And no one else.
"Do you want to see her?"
'Room 321' was the room Pepper was in with the baby girl. I didn't want to admit it but I was nervous. I don't know why I was so nervous; I mean I'm Tony Stark.
She was so tiny; so small. She had tiny specs of strawberry blonde hair like Pepper and the first time I held her, I noticed that she had brown eyes like me. She was so precious; so innocent to me. She was beautiful. She was perfect.
Mom had asked what was her name, and it was like me and Peps read each other's minds when we glanced at each other for a minute.
"Briana, Briana Stark."
My eyes never left the tiny body of my newborn little girl. My little sunshine; my little flower; the light to my darkness.
"Daddy's here, sweetie." I whispered quietly. "Daddy's here."
