Marvel One-Shots

Headlines {Tony Stark x DaughterReader}

We're pretending Thanos didn't happen in this one-

(Y/n) P.O.V.

(Y/n) Stark. The billionaires daughter.

(Y/n) Stark. Inside her head.

(Y/n) Stark and her family life.

I read over all the most recent headlines using my name. They all think they know everything about me, but they don't. My life is a constant loop of danger and cameras and anxiety. I hate it. They think it's great being the daughter of the Tony Stark. Life of luxury, 'cool dad type,' hanging around Avengers. But it isn't.

Growing up wasn't a life of luxury, it was obnoxious parties and random annoying chicks. And 'Cool Dad type?' Only if your definition of a cool dad is one that is constantly drunk or away from home playing superhero or being an arrogant showman. That isn't to say he was a terrible father, he made time for me when he could, and kept me out of danger. But Pepper was the one who really made me who I am.

Of course, things are different now that's he's married Pepper, and Morgan's come around. But one problem fixed, is two more in return. Now that I'm older, questions about being my father's heir to the Stark legacy arise from the press, and the legitimacy of it.

'Do you see yourself having a future with Stark industries?'

'Will the company be taken over by you despite being an illegitimate child?'

'Plans for Stark industries?'

'Some people speculate you may be the next Ironman. Comments?'

If only they knew. I could cause one of the biggest scandals those bitches have ever seen. I don't want to take over the company, nor do I want to be the next Ironman. Not that anyone knows that but me, and my best friend, Peter. I wish I had a normal teenagers life where my biggest problem was gaining my crushes attention and what homework I have that night, not how to tell my dad I hate his job and want nothing to do with it. He always makes off hand comments about me taking over, and I never give a real response. He never notices it. He always seems so excited to have someone to leave after him.

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"Morgan, your sandwich is ready." She comes rushing into the kitchen, wearing fairy wings. "Thank you, (Y/n)! You're my favorite sister."

"I'm you're only sister." That we know of. "Then you can still be my favorite." I just nod, working on another sandwich for myself. Dad and Pepper had urgent business, leaving me to watch my sister for the afternoon. "Can you read to me, (Y/n)?" I smile a little. "You're old enough to red to yourself."

"But I like it better when you do it. You do funny voices," she protests. I love Morgan, but I'm not in the mood. However, I'm still too nice for my own good. "I have a lot of homework. How about we watch a movie while I work, then after I'll read one book." She grins in triumph. "Deal."

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They had gotten back after the third book....I caved. Now I'm on the phone with Peter.

"I just wish I knew what to say. I wish I could just pass it off somehow...how 'bout it, Peter. You want to have some weapon making puppets?"

"What makes you think I want it?"

"Money. And you are so much more suited for it."

"You're plenty suited for it."

"Come on, Peter, let's not lie to ourselves. First off, I don't want to be part of it, and I'm by no means smart enough to be a good engineer or a scientist for the amazing Stark Industries." Before Peter can reply, my dads voice cut in. "You're plenty smart enough, kid. Did someone say something to you to make you think otherwise?" I mentally hit myself for letting him hear that. "Um, Pete, I gotta go." I hang up, and face my dad. I don't get to say a word before he starts talking.

"You're my daughter. Of course you're smart. Anyone who says otherwise is just jealous. You're going to do great things for the company." I bite my lip. I guess it has to be said at some point. "I'm not so sure."

"Well I am. You don't need to be insecure about anything-"

"It's not just that, Dad. I don't want to take over." There, it's done. Just like a bandaid. "What? I thought you did?"

"Well it's not like you really took the time to know me." I didn't mean to say that out loud. "Hey, whoa, you will not be saying stuff like that to me." I'm filled inexplicable anger. Being a teenager does that. "Why? Because it's true, and you don't like it?"

"(Y/n)." He says my name in a warning tone. I stand up with my next words. "Well it is! When I was eight years old, you asked me how old I was. You tried to play it off as a joke, but I could see that you weren't. And if I had something I needed to talk about, I had to hope that Pepper was downstairs because you wouldn't listen. Hell, you probably couldn't even tell me what my favorite color is."

"It's red."

"It's blue! Look at the walls around you!"

"Well, I may have gotten a few things wrong, but that doesn't mean I didn't spend time with you."

"Oh, yeah, spent time with me because you knew you should. Let's face facts here. You don't want me. You never wanted me. I'm just a product of one of your cheap flings! You never asked for me, I never asked to be born. Boy, Dad, can I see the headlines now. The great genius, Tony Stark." I laugh humorlessly. "And his unintellectual, nonengineer, booze created, bastard of a daughter that wants nothing to do with his company." With resignation, I sit down on my bed. "A damn disappointment." My hands fly up to cover my face. "And then that's all I'll ever be."

I feel the bed dip beside me, and an arm wrapped around me. "Okay, first of all, language." I huff out a laugh, and let my arms fall down. "Ha, okay, Steve."

"Call me that again, and you're grounded. Second," he puts his hands on my shoulders, and turns me to face him, "you are not a disappointment. You are not a product. You're my daughter. Maybe you weren't planned, but I wouldn't trade having you for anything in the world. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't talk to me. You had a right to. You don't have to take over, you never did. I always told you, you can do anything you want to excel at. And why?"

I wipe the tears off my cheeks, and smile. "Because I'm a Stark."

"And I also told you, ignore the press because?"

"They don't know shit...Pepper still hates that you taught me that."

"She'll hate it even more when Morgan learns it." I hug him tightly. "When did you know you didn't want to take over?" He asks, seeming genuinely curious. "Around the time reporters were always asking about it, or if I was going to be the next Ironman." I hear him mutter a 'God, I hope not,' and I chuckle. "I love you, Dad." I feel him kiss the top of my head. "I love you too, (Y/n)."