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
My feet were pattering down the metal steps when I heard what sounded like an argument going on. I quietly creeped to where the wall ended and hid behind it as I listened in on their conversation.
"And yes, I had a quick bite," I heard dad said.
It was date night for them? Oh, you're in so much trouble now, dad. Just don't make it worse.
"I didn't know if you were coming home or you were having drinks with Aldrich Killian,"
And he made it worse.
Of course he did.
"What?"
"What?"
"Aldrich Killian? What? Are you checking up on me?" Mom asked.
"Happy was concerned,"
"No, you're spying on me,"
Dad tried to defend himself, "I wasn't,"
Mom let out a sigh and began to march up the staircase, "I'm going to bed,"
"Hold on. Come on. Pep!? Hey! I admit it! My fault. Sorry,"
Mom slowed down on the stairs so that she could turn back to look at him.
"I'm a piping hot mess, it's been going on for a while. I haven't said anything. Nothing's been the same since New York," dad says.
Memories of the battle of New York passes through my mind.
"Oh, really? Well, I didn't notice that. At all," mom said, standing across from him again.
"You experience things and then they're over, and you still can't explain them," dad said. "Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I-I-I'm just a man in a can, the only reason I haven't cracked up is probably because you moved in. Which is great, I'm lucky," his voice dropped and grew nearly pained, "But honey, I can't sleep. You and Briana go to bed,"
Ha. He's wrong there. Unless he's in the lab, I'm awake in my room, tinkering on my suit.
"I come down here. I do what I know. I tinker." He heaved a weak, defeated sigh. "Threat is imminent. And I have to protect the two things that I can't live without," he motioned to mom before gesturing to upstairs, probably thinking that I'm up in my bedroom on my laptop. "That's you, that's Briana. And my suits, they're, uh,"
"Machines," mom said softly.
"They're part of me," dad said.
"A distraction," mom said.
"Maybe," he conceded in a small voice.
I continued to listen in on their conversation till I heard their footsteps coming towards the stairs. I quickly ran up the stairs and ran straight to my room. I jumped onto my bed and went back to my laptop, its screen remained on the page that I left it on.
