#tony stark x daughter!reader fanfic
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socialoutsiderwritings · 1 year ago
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To mend and break 8
Tony Stark made sure to keep his kids out of the limelight when he was granted custody of them after their mother’s death. The world knew very little of the Stark twins and Tony wanted to keep it that way. For the most part they knew one was a genius and the other was daddy’s spoiled princess. But when Tony starts acting out of control , the twins are thrown in the middle of the crossfire , allowing the world to really see them. They now have to make a choice that will change their lives forever.
Pairings: Tony Stark x (FAB21+)Daughter!Reader x Son!OC
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Your hands gripped at the arm rests. Your eyes were open but you couldn't see a thing; your eyes were covered with something. And although you could not see anything around you, you had this strange feeling like you've been here before.
There was a variety of machines beeping around you; but you were almost positive you were not in a hospital. You could also hear people walking around you but they hardly said a word. Then a cold chill ran up your spine as a set of heavy doors opened somewhere around you.
The people around you all greeted whoever had entered, but you didn't recognize what language they were speaking. Her heels, you assumed was a woman, clicked across the floor as they approached you. The hairs on your arms stood up when she sat beside you; like your body just knew where she was even though you couldn't see them.
A woman's voice called your name. But it wasn't your name. Not what you were called here on Earth. You felt her hand on your forehead, then she caressed over your hair and down to your shoulder, where she rested her hand.
Tears streamed down your face. You only knew they had, because she had reached over and wiped it away. Then she spoke again. Even though she was speaking a foreign language you still somehow understood what she was saying. You began to sob.
Then you felt something get placed around your head. She grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.
"You're our only hope." She said.
****
You gasped, suddenly choking on something. You brought your hands up and pulled out the tube that was shoved down your throat.
"Agents! I need assistance in here!" Someone yelled. They rushed over to you, attempting to restrain your hands as you pulled at the IVs shoved in your skin. "Miss Stark. Please clam down."
Still unaware of what was going around you or to you, you shoved the person back. Instead they didn't get pushed back by you; they got blasted back. You stared at your own hands in shock.
You looked around the room. A hospital room. But you were different; you felt different. Maybe it wasn't a hospital.
Were you kidnapped? What happened after Ivan Vanko? Where was he?
So many questions raced through your head. Wherever you were, you needed to get out. You needed to escape.
You made sure you weren't connected to anything anymore before running out of the room. As you abruptly exit your hospital room, the staff in the hallways looked to you, startled. One of the nurses behind the desks, held a phone up to her ear, and then over the speakers announced..
"Security. Hospital wing. We have a runner."
Your body processed the words faster than your mind did and you sprinted off down the hall. You had no idea where you were going but you ran. Until you were stopped by a group of men, inside an elevator with their guns pointed at you.
Assuming they were going to shoot at you right away, you held your hands up to shield yourself. And again, a blast released itself from your hands, causing the men to dodge out of the way. You stared down at your palms.
"All units, she is armed." You heard them yell.
You walked back slowly, stunned by what you had done. You ran back down the hall and frantically began looking for another exit. They stopped you at every corner, until finally they had you in a corner. You looked at the wall, panicked.
"Miss Stark." You recognized Rumlow's voice right away. You turned around and saw him standing just at the end of the hall with his hands and weapon up in the air. "I'm not going to hurt you alright." He tells you. "I'm walking towards her, hold your fire." He tells his men.
"Stop." You tell him, holding your hand out hoping to blast them all away. But nothing happened. "Stop right there!" You yelled again this time pushing your hand out but again nothing happened.
"What did you do to me? Where the hell am I?"
"I'm not here to hurt you." he tells you as he walks closer. "Just come with me." he says calmly. "I promise, I'll make sure you're safe." He's now a couple feet away from you, and stays there.
You look at him and back at the the group of armed men. You didn't trust him. He could be lying. But somehow, you just knew, right now, he wasn’t lying.
You stared at Brock. You inhaled a breath and nodded. You took one step forward and suddenly...
"Shots fired!"
"No!" Rumlow yelled at the same time he lunged at you.
A series of bullets rang through the air. Your hands were up and your back hit the hard cold floor. You laid there silently. Rumlow looked down at you. You stared at him with just as much confusion. As he got to his feet, you sat up.
The bullets were frozen in mid air. Everyone stared in shock. Rumlow approached the frozen bullets, then looked back at you. Realizing your hands were still up, you dropped them; at the same time the bullets fell to the floor with a series of clinks.
Your name is called out as your brother pushes through the group of men. He's in front of you, holding your shoulders and examining your person. "Are you hurt?" He asks you as he examines your person. When he didn’t see any injuries on you, he whipped his head around and stared at the other men. “Who the hell fired?” He asked.
The men stared at one another, until one of them stepped forward and confessed. Anthony left your side to approach the man.
“You alright?” Brock asks you. You turn your head to face as he walks into your view.
You nod. You were still a little bit shaken up, but now that your brother was here you weren’t as frightened. “Where am I?” You asked, though you were certain now where you could have been.
“SHIELD HQ.” Fury announced as he made his way through the agents. He stopped just beside your brother, “we need to talk.” He tells you. “Now.”
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You looked at yourself in the mirror. Unfortunately for you, they couldn’t provide you with your own clothing. All they could offer was a pair of SHIELD sweatpants and T-shirt. Before you put them on, you examined your body. The tiny punctures on your skin from the IVs were healed. If they did something to you, you wouldn’t know.
You took a closer look at your reflection. There was something different about you, but you weren’t sure what. You looked closer, your hand coming up to trace your neck.
Your necklace was missing. The necklace you had since you were a baby was no longer on you.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and them your brother’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You can’t hide in there forever.” He told you.
You slipped on the clothes and walked over to the door to open it, angrily. “I could have.”
***
Your dad was already on his feet when you entered the giant office. He noticed you walk in after your brother and let out a sigh of relief. He walked over to you, meeting you halfway, and embraced you in a tight hug.
You were nervous at first, but as soon as you felt his arms around you, you relaxed. He kissed your temple and hugged you tighter.
After a moment you finally let go. “What are we doing here?”
“Let’s find out.” The two of you walked over to the furniture in the middle of the room to sit.
Anthony and Fury sat across from you and your dad. Your brother handed each of you a thin manila folder with a giant classified stamped over it. Your dad grabbed it first and opened it.
"Somethings happened to you." Your brother tells you. "We have no idea what exactly. And given what happened out there, it seems to have altered something in you."
Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You were suddenly nervous.
Tony slapped the manila folder on the coffee table. "No." he stated.
"What? No what?" You asked. You grabbed the manila folder and opened to see what had gotten him so upset. It was a consent form.
"We need to run tests." He told you but you had already read through the whole thing. "We just need your permission to--,"
"Use me as a lab rat?" You asked him. You weren't angry, not yet. "You said we."
"Yeah. As in SHIELD." He awkwardly looks back at Fury. "I work for SHIELD. Have been for a while."
You sat back in the chair, and exhaled a huff of disbelief. "You do realize what they're asking of me right?"
"It's not them." He admits. "It's me. This is my idea. This is how I can help you."
"Bull. Shit." You enunciate. "You never brought this up before.."
"You didn't shoot energy blasts from your hands before." He tells you. There was a short moment of silence. "I know you're scared, but i'm going to be with you."
"That's so comforting." You rolled your eyes. "Thanks but no thanks." You placed the folder back on the coffee table. "Can I go now?"
Fury bulged his eye at you. "I can't just let you walk out of here." He tells you. "Do you know how many of my men you put in the hospital wing earlier? And you think I'm just going to let you go home?"
"They were pointing their guns at me." You defended yourself. "And I didn't know that was going to happen. It was an accident."
"Which makes you a danger to yourself and to those around you." He sat closer to the edge of the couch and leaned in to rest his elbows on his knees. "The consent was just a formality. Because i'm nice like that." He says.
"I am not obligated to get your consent. If I see you as a threat, I have every right to figure out ways to neutralize that threat. Are you a threat?" He asked expectantly.
You looked at your brother. He glanced down at the manila folder on the table, making it clear what he wanted you to do. You turned your head to look at your dad. He had his hand over his mouth and his sunglasses on, but he was facing in the direction of your brother. His silence was not comforting or even helpful.
You sighed. "No." You finally answered Fury. You opened the manila folder again. You grabbed the pen from your brother and signed your name on the line.
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You didn't react when the needle pierced your skin.
Anthony glanced up at you. He attached a collection tube to the vacutainer. "What should I apologize first, huh?" He asks you. He waits a short moment but you don't answer. "Silent treatment. Real mature, Y/N." He rolls his eyes.
He removes the tube and attaches a new one. "Just so you know I asked to oversee this operation." He tells you. "I figured it'd be better. I know you trust me."
"Oh," you drawled, "my hero." You spat. "That doesn't make any of this better. I always thought you'd be above this."
"Above what?" He was annoyed now, but he kept his tone neutral.
You shook your head at him. "Forget it. Just finish up so I can go home."
“You brought it up. Tell me.” He pushes. “Above what?”
“Human testing.” You replied. “You don’t know what they could do to me. Or with my blood. This could end up horrible. Like what happened with dad’s weapons.”
"It won’t. I promise." He tells you. He attaches another tube. "This is the last one."
"One more thing. You can't control whatever happened to you. We can't risk you having another 'accident'." He removes the tube and slides the needle out of your skin. "We're sending you to a safe house."
"That wasn't part of the deal."
"Yes. It was." he tells you. He peels the gloves off his hands and tosses them in the garbage under the counter. "You just didn't read it all the way through. Until we figure out whats going on with you, you're subjected to isolation." He turns his back to you as he inverts the tube samples that he had laid on top of the counter.
"I know you think this is unfair. But this is the best deal you're going to get. You're lucky they didn't throw you in jail--" he turned to face you. He stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the floor.
He blinked a couple times, processing what just happened. Gradually he began to feel a sharp pain in the center of his face. He brings his hands up to feel his nose and winces at the soft touch. He pulls his hand back and notices blood on the tips of his fingers. "Did you just punch me?"
"I did." You rub your knuckles. "And it felt great."
You leave him on the floor as you exit the room. Rumlow was in hallway with a few other men. You figured they were waiting for you, and walked up to Rumlow.
"Miss Stark." He greeted you. "We're escorting you to the safe house. We can head out whenever you're ready, if you want to say your goodbyes...."
"No." You cut him off. "I'm ready to go."
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socialoutsiderwritings · 4 years ago
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To Mend and Break 5
Tony Stark made sure to keep his kids out of the limelight when he was granted custody of them after their mother’s death. The world knew very little of the Stark twins and Tony wanted to keep it that way. For the most part they knew one was a genius and the other was daddy’s spoiled princess. But when Tony starts acting out of control , the twins are thrown in the middle of the crossfire , allowing the world to really see them. They now have to make a choice that will change their lives forever.
Pairings: Tony Stark x (FAB21+)Daughter!reader x son!OC
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You removed the earbuds from your ears and wrapped the wire around your hand, as you walked up the driveway. Anthony was leaning against the trunk of his car, waving at you.
“Yo!” He pushed himself off the trunk. He waited for you to reach him and then proceeded to walk up to his house. “I’ve been calling you all morning. Why didn’t you pick up?”
“I turned my phone off. Didn't feel like talking.” You answer. You unclip the shuffle player from your sports shirt strap, “You need new music by the way.” You wait for Anthony to open his front door and hand it to him.
“Oh shit!” Anthony exclaimed excitedly, grabbing it. “I haven't used this thing since middle school.” He laughed to himself, admiring the shuffle player. Then his face fell as he remembered. “You know… some of those songs were for shits and giggles, right? I would never listen to that unironically.”
He followed you into his kitchen. You didn't bother responding to him as you poured yourself a glass of whatever. You drank the entire glass and then placed the cup in the sink.
You let out a sigh and shrugged. “Whatever, dude." you leaned back against the sink. "I know this is your house and all, but what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be busy.”
“I wasn't the only trying to reach you this morning." He admits. "Pepper called. Dad was supposed to give this speech at the Expo, and as expected he wont be attending."
"I'm his replacement." You hung your head in realization.
"Yeah." Anthony confirmed. "I would go but...you know." He shrugged. "I did bring something sweet to make up for it though." He unzipped his backpack and pulled out a colorful bag from inside. The logo on the bag read 'Randy's Donuts' a donut place your dad would always take you to before school.
You walk over to your brother and grab the bag from his hand. IN a childish way, you opened the bag to grab the donut and take a big bite from it. "It helps," you cover your mouth as you chew, "it does help a little."
Anthony smiles at you. He pulls the stool out from the island for you to sit. "Coffee?" he asks as he walk around the kitchen, "Milk?"
"Coffee. Please." You continued enjoying your donut. "This speech," you began, "what am I supposed to be talking about exactly?"
Anthony stayed quiet, now setting the cup of coffee in front of you. "See, heres the funny thing," he chuckles nervously. You stare at him now, not interested in the donut anymore. "You'll be..giving a speech on (unintelligible)."
"Sorry?"
Anthony clears his throat, nervously. "Justin Hammer." He says somewhat more clearly.
You set the donut down and angrily get up from the stool. "Gloves. Now."
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“I know you're upset but do we really have to do this?"
“I’m not a performing monkey, Anthony. You can’t expect me to parade myself out there like dad isn't dying and also expect me to be nice to Justin Hammer.”
"I get it." He rolls his eyes, "you don't like the guy."
"That's putting it lightly." You take your stance and slowly and cautiously approach your brother. "Start."
He quickly reacted, dodging you sudden fake left hook. "Whoa," he gasps, "take it easy. This isn't a real match." he tells you.
"Nope. But my irritation is."
Another fake, this time with your dominant arm, followed by a quick fake with the other, and then another punch with more force. Anthony blocked the first hit; he was taken aback by the two that followed he had just barely blocked the last hit.
“Come on. He just wants to be friends.” He chuckles. He punched his knuckles together a couple times and gestured you forward with his right hand.
“Don’t go crying to daddy when I kick your ass.”
“Whatever.” He shrugged. “Just don’t go for the face.” He says as he rushes you.
You plant one of your legs behind you, to keep yourself balanced, raised both your arms up and brought your elbows down on his back.
He let out a loud groan and fell forward. You moved out of the way before he hit the ground. You looked down at him and laughed. “That made me feel a little better.” You smile to yourself, stepping around him as you began walking away.
He kicked his leg up, with enough momentum to get you in the shin and swing his lower body under to get back on his feet. You fell to the floor on your front with a loud thud. You turn on your back and prop yourself up on your forearms.
Anthony is jumping in place, hitting his knuckles together and laughing at you. “You're right. I do feel a little better now too.”
You kicked yourself up on your feet. "You're gonna pay for that."
Anthony’s reflexes were good, but not great. You always had the upper hand when you increased your speed. And that’s exactly what you did. You moved fast, mixing your punches with fakes mostly. You were punching mercilessly.
“Ok!” He grunted, protecting mostly his face now. “I give!” You got him right in his side and he groaned. “I said ‘i give’.” he moaned in pain.
You raised your hands up and stepped away from him, letting him know you were done and it was safe for him to move freely. You sat down on the sofa and began removing the gloves from your hands. Anthony did the same, on the opposite couch. He groaned as he sat down, grabbing his side. “I forgot how hard you hit when you’re mad.” He pouted, rubbing his side.
“I barely touched you.” You said it so casually, like you really meant it,
Anthony stopped what he was doing and stared at you. There was a shift in the atmosphere and you just knew. You could feel his eyes on you but you pretended like you didn’t to avoid the conversation he was going to bring up.
“Have you checked your socials lately?" he begins. "You'll be alright attending the Expo tonight, right?"
You thought it over a moment, setting the gloves aside and undoing the wraps. "Not today, no. And I'm a big girl, Anthony. I think I can handle a crowd and a few flashing lights for a while."
He nodded, "right. Totally." He hesitantly agreed. "Yeah, absolutely." He continued.
You gave him a questioning glance. He was looking around his own place nervously. "You okay over there?"
"Yeah." he lies. "I'm gonna get going." He stands up. "Keep your phone on, yeah," he walks away. "I'll see when you get back."
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You blew air out between your lips and stared at your phone. It was still off. But you were debating whether to turn it back on or not.
Since Anthony had brought the subject earlier that morning, you were curious why he had asked that question. You wanted to avoid it but, the curiosity remained like an itch you couldn't scratch away.
You reached for your glass of wine, gulped down the rest of it, and grabbed the wine bottle. You didn’t realize it was empty until you tried to pour yourself another and nothing came out. You tsked and set the wine bottle aside.
You frowned down at your phone again. You cursed under your breath and grabbed your phone, holding the power button until the screen lit up. You nervously tapped your fingers on the side of the phone and watched the screen until the passcode screen came up. You tapped in your passcode and immediately searched for the bird icon. The app opened; your instincts were telling you to throw your phone halfway across the room but it still remained hand.
Your name was now the top trending in the world. You clicked on the hashtag to open up the main page. There were now talking about you for a completely different reason. A ridiculous one; but still it struck a nerve. Without realizing it, you tightened your grip on your phone in anger as you read through the threads.
You were startled by the doorbell ringing, you accidentally crushed your phone in your hand. “Shit.” Your phone fell in to halves on the countertop. You winced when you tried to open your palm. Blood began to drip down your hand and you rushed over to the kitchen sink, forcing your hand open through the pain.
The doorbell rang again.
"Fuck." You muttered. You ran your hand under the cold water, picking out the shards of glass that got stuck in your skin and washing the blood away with it. The more you washed your hands the less blood there was; until there was no longer anymore blood.
You pressed the palm of your injured hand with your fingers, searching for the little cuts. You turned off the water, dried off your hand and examined it closely. There were no cuts, no scars, nothing. Your palm was completely fine, like nothing happened to it.
You cleaned up the glass and tossed your now broken phone in the garbage can. The doorbell rang again and you ran out of the kitchen to the front door, "Coming!" You yelled.
The doorbell rang again just as you opened the front door. "oh," you leaned back slightly. A tall, African American man with an eyepatch and a long black coat was standing at the front door. “Uhm….can I help you?” You asked.
"No." He answered, “but I’m here to help you. I’m Director Nick Fury of SHIELD.” He introduced himself. “We haven’t officially met but I’m real good friend of your dad’s” he said the last part almost sarcastically.
You stared dumbfounded. "Uhm what? SHIELD?”
"Yes. Can we come in?" You stepped back and moved to the side as he let himself in. "You know Agent Natasha Romanoff, right?" As he asked, Natalie, or Natasha walked from around the corner of the house, smiling at you.
"Yeah," you stated coldly, eyeing her as she walked inside, "apparently."
"Wooo," Nick Fury hooted from the kitchen, "and it's not even noon yet."
You and Natasha met him shortly after his announcement. He had the wine bottle in his hand, tipped upside down to show it was empty.
"Uhh, i'm sorry,” you grabbed the bottle from him and placed it in the sink, “you said you were here to help me? Why?" You look between the two.
Fury glances at Natasha and then pulls the stool out to take a seat. "Sit down." He gestures.
"No, thank you. Listen. I'm sorry but whatever it is, can it wait? I have a to be at the airport soon." You hoped your excuse was enough to get them both to leave. You wanted nothing to do with SHIELD. Regardless if they were to help you or not.
"Well, ok." He exhaled, slapping his hands down on his thighs, "long story short, we're assigning you a protection detail."
"What? You're joking, right?" You almost wanted to laugh, but the serious expression on Fury's face was indication enough that he was, in fact, serious. "I’m a grown woman. I don’t need a babysitter, ok." you argue. "I don't need her." You look at Natasha this time.
"Agent Romanoff will remain undercover at Stark Industries. We've assigned you a different agent. They'll be waiting for you at the airport."
"Call them off. I won't be needing them."
"You don't have a choice." He tells you. "I've been asked, as a personal favor, to ensure your safety on this trip. And that's exactly what I am going to do, dammit." He stood up off the stool. "Agent Romanoff, take her to the airport."
"I haven't packed."
"Already taken care of Miss Stark. Follow me." She states with a small smile.
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