Dad and I were driving, I was holding the file open while dad would occasionally read it. He grabs a paper and flips it around to read AIM. He dials someone's number and waists.
"Hello?"
"You ever have a chick straddling you and you look up and suddenly she's glowing from the inside out, kind of a bright orange?" Dad asks.
"What the fuck." I mutter.
"Yeah, I've had that. Who is this?"
"It's me, pal. Now, last time I went missing, if I remember correctly, you came looking for me. What are you doing?" Dad asks.
"A little knock-and-talk, making friends in Pakistan. What are you doing?" It was uncle Rhodey.
"Hi uncle Rhodey." I smile.
"Hey kid, I'm so happy to hear you are home safe."
"Your redesign, your big rebrand, that was AIM, right?" Dad asks.
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna find a heavy-duty comm sat right now, I need your login." Dad glances down at the file.
"It's the same as it's always been, WarMachine68."
"And password, please." Dad nods.
"Well, look, I gotta change it every time you hack in, Tony."
"It's not the '80s, nobody says hack any more." I laugh,
"Give me your login."
Rhodey sighs, "WAR MACHINE ROX with an X, all caps."
Dad and I laugh, "That is so much better than lron Patriot." He ends the call and quickly does a U-Turn. We walk up to news vans for a pageant and look around before going into a van. I sit back as dad types at the computer, "That ain't gonna cut it."
Suddenly the door opens, "We talked about this. Excuse me, sir. I don't know who..." The man's eyes widen as dad turns.
"Shh."
"Mom, I need to call you back. Something magical is happening.l he puts his phone away. "Tony Stark is in my van. Tony Stark is in my van!"
"No, he's not." I shake my head.
"I knew you were still alive!"
"Come on in. Close the door." The cameraman gets in the van. "Shh..."
"Oh, wow. Can I just say, sir...I am your biggest fan." He smiles.
"Okay. First, is this your van? Is anyone else gonna come in?" Dad asks.
"No, no, no. Just us." He smiles.
"Great. What's your name?"
"Gary."
"Gary?" Dad asks.
"Oh, wow."
"Right there is fine." Dad points.
"Okay."
"Okay? I get a lot of this, it's okay." I roll my eyes as dad smiles.
"Oh, good. Can I just say?" He smiles wide.
"What do you want?"
"Yeah. I don't know if you can tell, but I have, like, patterned my whole look after you. My hair's a little..." He takes his hat off.
"It's fine."
"It's not right, 'cause there's no product in it." He nods, I just cross my arms and tilt my head in confusion.
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Unloved - (Fem Reader X Bucky Barnes)
FanfictionY/N Stark. You are the daughter of the famous Tony Stark. Born in 1990, by a twenty year old Tony Stark. You don't know who your mother is...she was just a one night stand who passed away giving birth to you. Your father didn't want you...At least...
