One-shots BSM, DDM, DCM, MCM, UNM, Imagines

Time Outs All-Around, DCM, T.S.

Y/N: Your Name

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Avengers-Tony Stark

Your P.O.V.

5 Years Old

" Daddy! Daaaadddddyyyyyyy. " I kick my legs up in the air with my hair touching the floor as I wait for my father to pay attention to me. I'm hanging upside down from my favorite spinny chair in daddy's lab. I spend most of my time in daddy's lab with him. We talk sometimes but I mostly watch him work or invent new thingy or play with my toys in my section. Most of the toys were made by daddy just for me like the robot dog that I named Gubby. 

I roll my eyes when I see my father still not paying attention to me. 

" Dadddddyyyy!! " I accidentally spin the chair, sending me almost topping over onto the hard ground. 

" Not now, munchkin. Daddy's busy. " Daddy mumbles while waving me off. 

" I want you to play with me. " I demand, climbing down from the chair and walking over to daddy. 

" I'm busy, Y/N. Go play with your toys or one of your uncles or aunts upstairs. " Daddy doesn't look at me but continues to work on his newest suit. He's Iron Man. 

" But I wanna play with you! " I pout and whine. 

" Not now, Y/N. Go play. " Daddy points to my robot 

" Daddy!!! " I poke him. " Will you play with me later? " 

"Yes, sure!!  Y/N! Go away! Go play! Now! " Daddy says sternly while turning me around and pushing me towards my corner. 

" Promise? " I hold out my pinky for a pinky promise. 

" Sure. " Daddy ignores my outstretched pinky, moving a bunch of random metal stuff across the table. " Now go play with your toys. I've got work to do. " 

I frown. " Fine! You're no fun daddy! You're a-a fun killer! " I yell while stomping noisily towards my toys. I intentionally knock over some of daddy's tools on my way to my toys just to make him mad. If he gets me mad, I'll get him mad. An eye for an eye. 

I sit down, glaring daggers into my father's head. He's always doing this, not playing with me to work on his stuff. I don't get why his robot stuff is so important! What's the big deal? Why does he always have to work? 

I grab Gubby, pressing his ear to turn on the toy. Gubby lets out a robotic dog bark, causing me to giggle slightly. I love Gubby's bark. It's so weird. 

I play with my toys, quickly getting absorbed in my own world and quickly forgetting about my dad working on his toys. 

*******Two Hours Later******

" Daddddyyyyyy! " I whine. " You promised! " I point out. 

" Y/N! What did I tell you? " Daddy snaps. " I'm busy working right now! " 

I pout, folding my arms and glaring at my father. " You're mean. " 

I stomp away to my corner and start to play noisily to annoy my father.