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Though it only took a few weeks for him to start to brush me off more. Similar excuses each time he rescheduled our weekly plans. “I have improvements to add to Peter’s suit.” “I’ve got work to finish with Peter.” “Peter needs help getting used to the suit.” Peter this, Peter that.

It was like Peter was his son and not me. Just like that, I was thrown into the background, a minor thought in the back of his mind, it was like he no longer cared for me.

~~~

We had a recital coming up really soon, one I had expressed my excitement to my dad before for. He used to be so proud, so ecstatic to eventually see me up on stage. I hoped this would be the push he needed to give me the attention I had so easily and so quickly lost.

Dad was downstairs in his workshop, that’s where he usually was, always working on something new to dazzle the public with. I slowly open the glass door, stepping in as he speaks up. “Peter, you’re finally here. Here, try this-” He turns around, a metal plate in his hand as he props it towards me.

“Oh Y/N. Sorry about that, what do you need?” He turns back around, placing the metal back down, keeping his attention on his creation. I silently sigh as I walk over to him, taking the folded poster out of my pocket. I hand the piece of paper to him, his eyebrows raised in confusion before reading through it.

“The recitals in a couple days, I know how excited you were to come see me, and I’d love for you to be there” He smiles, stuffing the paper into his shirt pocket. “Of course I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kid.” I can’t help the smile that grows on my face, “Thanks dad. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Dad sent a smile back my way before I swiftly left his workshop, excitedly practising my songs in my room for the upcoming day.

~~~

The day I had longed for had finally arrived. It was around 6:30pm and I was currently backstage, I was going up on stage in only half an hour. I had been practising the whole year for this recital and I was determined to perfectly execute it. I couldn’t wait for dad to see the progress I had made.

Some time had passed, the curtains would open in 5 minutes, parents and friends of the people performing with me had started to fill the seats. I looked out from the slight gap in the curtains, hoping to see my dad amongst the growing crowd.

My eyes darted across the plethora of seats, filled with unfamiliar faces. I deflate as I can’t find him, hoping, praying he was just running late.

We got into our places behind the curtains, a countdown being played in our headsets before the curtains swung open. I noticed my friends looking around for the people they invited, their faces lighting up when they did. I followed suit, taking another quick look over the crowd, never finding my dad though.

My heart pangs at the realisation, he wasn’t here, he didn't come to see me perform. Whatever. I could do this without him, I didn’t need him to make this my greatest performance. And so that’s what I did, I put my all into everything. Making it a performance he would regret not coming to see.

~~~

The recital lasted about an hour, my friends walking out with me into the cold night. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the heating anger I felt in the enclosed room. As my friends split up, they waved goodbye as they hopped into their parents cars, driving off to their homes.

I sat there, sitting on the staircase leading to the doors of the building. Usually dad would send Happy or even Pepper to come pick me up from things he wasn’t able to. But after sitting out on the chilling night, it became apparent that he wasn’t coming, no one was. I take one last look at my phone, the lack of notifications making me sigh.

Defeated, I picked up my belongings and started my journey among the dark streets of Manhattan. I dragged myself back home, walking almost sluggishly as my mind raced. Did he care? Why else wouldn’t he come? Did I do something wrong? Anger him? Maybe it was my fault he didn’t show up. Maybe something came up. But why didn’t he message me to let me know.

I’m brought out of my thoughts at the feeling of something escaping my eyes, and the taste of salt falls onto my upper lip. Fuck. I wipe my cheek, setting my mind on making it home, not wanting to fall apart on the side of the streets. I wasn’t far anyways, only another 20 minutes until I would be back home.

~~~

As I reach the front door, I unlock it with my spare keys before walking in. “Good evening, Y/N.” I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y’s robotic voice shoot from the speaker beside me. I smile slightly. “Hey Friday.” I walk to the kitchen to pour myself some water, after taking a sip I ask. “Friday?” “Yes Sir?” I look around the lit house. “Where’s dad?”

It takes a second for her to answer. “He’s in his workshop.” I nod, thanking her as I start to make my way there. Before reaching the stairs though, the sound of two voices makes its way through the glass. Dad’s laugh booming as a young boy’s follows. I didn’t even have to see him to know who was down there. Peter. I sigh, I guess I knew why dad didn't come now.

I step back up the stairs, ignoring the two as I bee-line to my room. I throw my bag onto the floor, changing my clothes as tears start to well up in my eyes once again. I curse myself, putting my clothes away before falling into bed, muffling my sniffles with one of my pillows.

“Friday. Lock my door please.” I hear her voice once more “Of course.” before the sound of a ‘click’ comes from the mechanical door. I groan into my pillow, lying to my side as I closed my eyes.

~~~

The whole night, I had thought long and hard, messaging one of my closest friends about what was going on. He offered to let me stay at his place, for as long as I needed to. We spoke about it all last night, planning for him to come pick me up tonight. It wasn’t too long of a drive, less than an hour. He lived in Hillsdale, a nice change in scenery.

I stayed in my room, packing my things in a suitcase I would use when dad and I went on his “Business trips”. Once packing all the things I wanted to take with me, I stuffed the case under my bed. I groggily walk into the kitchen, look around and not see dad anywhere. I mutter before cooking breakfast for myself.

He was probably in his workshop, working on god knows what now. He hadn’t bothered to check up on me last night, not even to make sure I made it home safely and now he hadn’t bothered to greet me. Finishing my food, I stomp back into my room, eating my food as all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to leave this stupid house.

~~~

When night arrives, I sneak to the front door, suitcase and an extra backpack in my hands. It’s not like dad would’ve noticed anyways, he was still busy ‘working’ I sigh as I open the front door, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice stopping me. “Where are you going this late at night, Y/N?” I checked my watch, it was only 9:30.

“I’m having a sleepover at a friend's place.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies with something along the lines of “Have fun.” I scattered out the door and looked around for the car my friend drove, once it came into view, I made my way to it. “Hey man, you got everything?” I nod as I place my luggage in the back seat, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, thanks for this.” I buckle my seatbelt before turning to him. “Of course, I’m here for you man.” The ride to his house is mostly silent besides the quiet music playing from the car’s speaker. I lean my head back, taking out my phone as I distract myself on the long drive.

~~~

A week had passed when my phone started to blow up, messages from friends and people from school filled my inbox. “Hey, are you okay?” “Where are you?” “I haven't seen you in a while, are you alright?” However, nothing from dad. I make sure my location is turned off before continuing with my day, sitting down to watch some T.V. I scroll through channels, my eyes landing on my name on a news headline, I put down the remote as I read the whole heading.

“Y/N Stark, Son of Tony Stark, has been reported missing.” An explanation of the time of my ‘disappearance’ was reported, including the places I would most often hang out and where I was last seen, at the performance theatre our school had rented out for the recital. Shit.

I hear my friend’s footsteps behind me, “I think it might be time for you to go back, everyone’s worried sick.” My phone rings over and over again with messages, calls, mentions on social media. Everyone asked about the news and if I was okay. I shut down my phone, shoving it in my back pocket. “Yeah, maybe.”

I hear a familiar voice play on the T.V behind me, I shoot back around to face it as I see my father being harassed by paparazzi. Microphones and cameras in his face as he tries to get into his car. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” “Do you have anything to do with Y/N’s disappearance?” “Is he alive?” “Do you have any information on Y/N’s whereabouts?” A frown appears on my face as he looks at the camera, his eyes sunken and dark and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I know as much as you guys do.” He aggressively replies. “And if the lot of you don’t leave, I’ll have you all jobless by tomorrow.” The voices quiet down, interviewers walking away from the car he got into, the engine starting with a roar.

I sigh, I never meant for it to go this far. “Let’s go” I leave to pack my stuff back up again.

~~~

It’s late at night as my friend parks in front of my house, I see extra security put up to keep the paparazzi out. I turn to my friend, thanking him before stepping out of the vehicle, I pull out my luggage, walking towards the gate. As I open it, I trudge up the long driveway to the house. Making it to the top, I drop my bags beside me, taking deep breaths as the steep walk winded me.

I bring them back into my hands, pulling them to the front door. I try to quietly open the lock, keys jingling as I hear the slight ‘click’ to indicate the door unlocking. I push against the handle, pulling my bags in as I hear shuffling in the room near me.

I looked over to the living room, my dad curled into himself, maps, documents and holograms covering the table. My heart wrenches at his appearance, the lack of sleep evident on his face and scruffed hair.

I pull my bags over to the staircase. “Y/N?” Fast footsteps approach me as I turn to the noise. I can’t help the bittersweet smile that makes its way onto my mouth as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes darted across my face, looking for any sign of injury. His arms wrap around me, tightening as I feel his relieved breaths escape him.

I hug back, head shoved into his chest as I hold onto him. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for this-” “No, no, no, no.” He repeats sullenly “It’s my fault, I shouldn't have done what I did, I’m so sorry.” I chuckle as I shake my head. “Please forgive me Y/N.” I let out a short breathy laugh. “Of course, I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it, I never wanted to worry you.”

He smiles, “I never wanted to make you think I didn’t care about you. You’re my son. So much more important than anyone, especially Peter.” He rubs a hand against my back. “You’re my top priority, and I’ll make sure you never doubt that again.” “Thank you.”

That night was spent in the living room, we spoke to each other, explaining how the situation affected us both. The both of us understanding the other’s view, making sure to talk about what’s going on next time. We talk for a while, sleep only falling upon us hours later.

As I start to yawn, dad brings my head to his chest. My eyes drift shut as I fall asleep in his arms, the same way I used to when I was younger.

~~~

It had been about a month since the whole ordeal. News of a new recital making its way into school newsletters and I was beaming. I couldn’t wait, this time being able to truly showcase my abilities with my dad being there to witness it.

Once arriving home, I quickly threw my bag on the floor in front of the door. I rush down the stairs after, opening the door with a little more patience so as to not startle my dad. “Hey dad!” I close the door behind me, making my way to his workstation.

“Hey kid, what’s up?” He turns from his work, leaning back against the table as he looks at me. I handed him the poster I had borrowed from one of the drama students. He reads through it, eyes tracing each word before lifting his head back up to me. “Another one?” He holds a wide smile on his face as he drops his hand down.

“Yeah, you better come to this one.” He laughs at my playful jab, nodding as he holds the poster close to him. “I’ll be there, I promise.” I nod. “Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” “Of course.” He lightly responds, pulling me into a hug.

~~~

It was yet again, time for me to perform. I couldn’t wait, knowing my dad would definitely be out there this time. As we get ready on the stage, I take a quick glance at the crowd, my eyes landing on my dad, sitting in the middle of the front row. I chuckle to myself, of course he was.

As the curtains draw open, I can’t help but smile at the proud look he gives me. As the group starts to sing, I look down at him, both of his hands presenting a thumbs-up. My heart warms at the action. He turns to the parent to the left of him, whispering something. I only catch onto a couple words “That- -y son-.” He points up to me, a look of admiration plastered across his face.

A/N: I wrote this entire thing in one day, it only took me about 5 hours. And it’s somehow my longest fic yet. It's not proof-read tho so apologies for anything that doesn't make sense or anything like that.

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“Tony, please!” You begged as he backed you against a wall. His hand shooting out to your throat, giving you a rough squeeze. Your breathing immediately becoming restricted as your hands flew upward clawing at his forearm.

“Tie her hands.” He spat, his eyes darkening with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Tony-” You squeaked out.

“Might as well cover mouth while we’re at it.” He spoke grinning evilly. “I’m tired of hearing her whine.”

Before you could protest more, the cooling sensation of metal was felt around your wrists as they were roughly yanked behind your back, as a fabric was shoved into your mouth.

“Well, well, well,” Tony spoke tauntingly. “Look at you.” He released the hold on your throat as he nudged your ear with his nose. “You’re helpless.” He groaned biting your earlobe.

A muffled gasp fell from your lips, as you screwed your eyes shut.

The sound of Tony talking echoed in your ears, as you attempted to make out what he was saying.

Metal hands landed on your waist, as you focused on the cool sensation.

Opening your eyes, you saw Tony’s figure retreating towards the bed before he situated himself on the edge, his eyes filled with lust.

The metal hands that were resting on your waist, traveled upwards cradling your breasts. Fingers gently pinching your nipples.

“Harder,” Tony spoke watching every movement.

Following his command, the suit pinched your nipples harder earning a muffled cry from you as you arched your back.

“Go ahead.”

Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, your legs being yanked apart and latched onto a metal bar. With your hands tied behind your back, you attempted to use your hands to push you up.

Your breathing already becoming ragged.

Shoving a finger into your entrance, your arousal dripping down your legs. Tony, positioned himself by your thigh, getting the perfect view of you getting finger fucked by his suit.

Adding a second finger, you were stretched farther than you had been before. The suit's fingers were much thicker than the ones you were used to. Attempting to wiggle away, Tony wrapped his hand around your throat. Squeezing harshly, he restricted your breathing. Gazing at him with wild eyes, you pleaded for him to allow you to breathe.

Chuckling he grinned down at you. Once he was satisfied, he released his grip allowing air to supply your lungs.

Leaning down, he placed a harsh bite against your breast, earning a muffled cry to tumble from your lips.

“You need to learn who’s in charge here.” He spoke, biting your nipple harshly.

The suit added a third finger as it sped up its pace. Ramming into you it was knuckle deep inside you, causing you to clench around it.

Arching your back against the bed, you felt a familiar coil forming in your stomach as you panted.

Pulling the fabric from your mouth, Tony shoved his tongue into your mouth. Tracing along your teeth, lapping against your tongue before shoving his tongue as far back on your tongue as it could go.

Just as you were about to reach climax, the fingers in your vagina stopped.

“What’s going on here?”

Tony pulled away from your mouth, as you panted. Holding your mouth open, he spit into it before forcibly closing it and placing a slap against your cheek.

“What’s it look like reindeer games?” Tony questioned turning his attention to the raven-haired man that entered the room.

“Care to join?” He questioned.

Before you knew it, a cock was being shoved down your throat as you gagged. Tears streaming down your cheeks. The Raven-haired man was straddling your shoulders as he shoved his cock into your mouth.

Replacing his suit’s fingers, Tony shoved two fingers inside your drenched pussy.

Moaning against his cock, The raven-haired man gripped your hair harshly before yanking you further down his cock. Your breathing becoming restricted as he choked you with his girth. His free hand tracing the bulge that formed in your throat of where his cock was.

A cool sensation could be felt around your clenched unbothered hole. Widening your eyes, you attempted to squirm away. Pulling his chock from your throat, you gasped for breath. A large finger roughly entered your ass hole, causing a scream to rip from your throat. Struggling against the men, your legs were pried farther and farther apart as you moved.

“She’s so dumb.” The raven-haired man spat from above you. “Can’t even get away. Can you do anything right?”

“Please-” Your hoarse voice spoke.

“Shut her up!” Tony yelled. “She’s so annoying!”

Loki shoved his cock back into your mouth, holding your head with both hands, as he held you still. It wasn’t until a stream of warm liquid streamed down your throat that you realized what he was doing.

Groaning, he threw his head back in pleasure.

Muffled ‘oofs,’ fell from your lips, as you screwed your eyes shut.

Shoving three fingers into your asshole, Tony continued shoving his fingers in your vagina. Your Arousal making a mess on the bed.

“Look at her.” Tony taunted. “Getting fucked in all her holes.”

“She’s a three-hole wonder.” Loki moaned once he had relieved himself.

Before anyone could say anything, another Loki had appeared in the room. Quickly joining you on the bed, he latched his lips onto your nipples.

The overstimulation becoming too much. The coil returning in your stomach.

“I want to piss inside her..” Tony spoke. All movements halted as the coil evaporated.

Shoving his cock inside your wet pussy, Tony began roughly thrusting into you. A chock shoved its way down your throat.

“I’m going to make her piss.”

Before you could protest, you felt warmth inside you. Tony had started pissing, gushing out of you and onto the bed. Not long after, you couldn’t hold it and let it go.

“What a stupid whore.” Tony taunted.

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"No," You grumbled, curling up under your blankets and pulling your teddy closer to your chest, "I don't wanna talk to anyone, I just want my dad."

Friday went silent on your end, leaving you alone to your own dark thoughts. Sorrow swelled in your chest, homesickness flooding your senses as you squeezed your teddy once more. Being an Avenger was never easy, but having these thoughts, feeling this week, only seemed to make you feel less and less worthy of your title.

It wasn't much longer until there was a soft knock on your door, and despite your grumbling protest, someone entered, "Pepper, I don't wanna--"

"Do I really look like a woman?" Your father's voice interrupted you, immediately lighting up the room, "I mean, I know I'm getting older, but I thought I still looked like a man at the very least."

"Dad!" You yelped, leaping up and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Hey, kiddo," Tony smiled, kissing your head and squeezing you tightly, "How are you feeling?"

Pulling back and looking into Tony's eyes, you realized that he was being genuine, the worry etched across his face quite obviously. Instinctively your bottom lip popped out, and you looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. Without any more words needed, Tony pulled you down onto your bed, allowing you to curl up into his side, squishing your teddy between the two of you.

Tony understood. He knew how toxic thoughts could be. Whether they were about a mission, or your appearance, or personality, he understood it all and knew that you were much like him. Talking didn't always help, sometimes you just needed to be little and allow him to take care of you just like he did when you were a toddler. Surprising Tony, you leaped up, rushing over to the small desk you had in your room. You retrieved a picture you drew with crayons while he was away and handed it to him excitedly.

"Pumpkin, is this for me?" Tony gasped, looking over your colorful drawing of his suit. Nodding vigorously, you smiled brightly, hoping he liked it, "I love it. I'm having this blown up and hung in the living room."

You giggled at your dad, plopping back down beside him, "I hope you like it. I made that one with my special crayons."

"I feel honored," Tony smiled, kissing the top of your head, "What movie you wanna watch, pumpkin?"

"Oh!" You squealed, "(Your favorite movie) please!!"

Tony nodded, clicking on the movie and enjoying the way your eyes lit up. His arm wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your back to comfort you. Snuggling up against Tony, even more, if that was even possible, you giggled at the movie, allowing yourself to soak up your father's comfort. He smiled at the sight of you sucking your thumb, eyes glued to the TV as you laid your head down on Tony's chest.

His heartbeat comforted you, the steady thumping pushing all your dark thoughts away. Your father had a heart, and you'd be damned if anyone ever told you differently.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you," You mumbled.

"I love you more."

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