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...
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Briana Stark
"The notary's here! Can you please come sign the transfer paperwork?" Mom asks, typing on her phone.
"I'm on Happy time," Dad waves her off, still bouncing around the boxing ring with Happy as his punching bag. "Sorry."
I sit on the outside of the ring as I watched dad and Happy continue to spar in the ring.
I was about the age of seven and dad helps me put the gloves on my hands while Happy puts the padding on. Dad had me wear my leggings and my violet short-sleeve shirt for this. When dad is finish, he brings me closer to him and lets his fingers tickle my stomach which makes me giggle and squeal as I squirm around in his grip.
"You sure about this, Tony?" Happy ask, watching me squirm around in dad's grip. "She's only seven."
"And I'll be the seven-year-old to kick your butt." I sassed.
Dad smirks, "See, Happy? She'll be fine. I'll be here to help her if she needs it." He turns to me, "Ready, munchkin?"
I nodded wildly, "Ready, Daddy!"
Dad nods and shows me a few easy moves first then lets me copy after him. We continue this for a few minutes till the real fun begins.
"Tony, what's going on?" I hear mom ask.
I turn around and glance over to see mom coming into the room. Dad and mom are talking and I give mom one of my goofy smiles.
"Hi, mommy!" I said, giving her one of goofy smiles.
Happy gently taps me on the back of my head bringing my attention back to him, "Lesson one. Never take your eye off the target."
I smirk and promptly give Happy a hard punch in the stomach, which makes Happy launch back against the pole with a grunt. I hear dad snickering and then he walks over and picks me up.
"Nice job, munchkin." Dad says before he calls it. "I'm calling it. We got a new champion over here."
I giggle as dad puts me down so I could go see mom, I go over to her and once I reach her, I smile and throw my arms around her for a hug.
The gloves then suddenly stopped hitting the padding which snaps me back to my attention and I follow dad's and Happy's gaze to find a red-haired woman standing there. She's wearing those too tight shirts that dad would never let me wear. She looked at them before slowly walking down the steps in her heels and making her way over to where mom stands beside me.
