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 smell of pancakes wakes me up and gets me to climb out of the bed of the hotel room that mom got for the two of us only. I'm so tired from last night, and even though I say I was fine, mom and Happy took me to the hospital to make sure that I was fine after the blast. The imagine of the dad and Uncle Rhodey fighting in the suits, destroying our house stayed in my head the whole night. I really don't understand what's going on with him. He won't open up to me or mom about it, and it's hurting me. It's hurting all of the people dad cares about.
I walk out of the room and head to the kitchen where I see the tall guy that dad talked to the night the guy broke into the house, shutting down Jarvis and C.A.S.S-Cassidy.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Do you love your father?"
"Excuse me? Um, why are you asking me this, Fury?"
"Miss Stark, your father is dying." He said.
"What?" I crack out in a whisper.
"Palladium poisoning from the-" Nick Fury began.
"Arc reactor." I finished. "Why didn't he tell me?"
"When you're a father, you'll do anything to protect your children. So, do you love your father?" Nick Fury ask.
"Of course I do." I reply.
"Help me save him then."
A few hours later, we pulled up in front of Randy's Donuts. I climb out of the car with Nick Fury and walk over to the large sign holding a big, fat round donut and right there inside was my father in his Iron Man suit, stuffing his face with his favorite kind of donuts.
"Sir! I'm gonna have to ask you to exit the donut." Nick Fury commanded.
The next thing I knew I'm sitting at a window-sided booth inside of the place. Dad is holding his head with one hand, rubbing his right temple with his metal fingers, Nick Fury sits across from us.
"I told you, I don't wanna join your super-secret boy band," Dad said.
Fury laughs a little before taking a sip of his coffee, "No, no, no. See, I remember, you do everything yourself. How's that working out for you?"
Dad struggles, "It's, it's, it's," He sighs before he looks over his sunglasses, "I'm sorry. I don't wanna get off the wrong foot. Do I look at the patch or the eye? Honestly, I'm a bit hung over."
