"Jr are you up hon? How are you feeling?" Bruce asked rubbing my arm to try and wake me.
"Bruce." I whispered.
"Yeah it's me."
"I want dad, please."
"I'll go get him ok?"
I could hear the footsteps of Bruce leaving and he soon returned with someone hot on his heels.
"Alright Tony due to the anesthesia she is still in a loopy state but she should be comfortable for now. If you need me for anything you know where to find me. I'll be back in a few hours to check on the wound."
Bruce left leaving dad and I alone.
"How are you feeling babygirl?"
"I want ice cream, and pickles."
"Oh yeah, I'll have someone bring that right down."
"I don't have time to wait for them. You get it." I giggle poking his chest
"Alright I'll go get you some ice cream and pickles." He laughs getting up.
"Sir where do you think you're going?" I ask.
"To get you ice cream?"
"I've changed my mind. You stay here. Someone else can get it."
"Alright I'll have Steve get it."
"Thanks daddio."
"Anything for you."
Steve soon entered with my ice cream, but no pickles? I remember specifically asking for pickles.
"No pickles?" I ask unbelievably.
"Jr you don't like pickles." Steve laughs handing me the bowl and spoon. "Enjoy."
"I can't enjoy this without my pickles." I mutter.
"Jr trust me you hate them." Dad tells me trying to get me to just eat the ice cream.
"That's mean." I whine. "Almost as mean as Rumalow."
"Yeah Rumalow is pretty mean."
"He's an ass."
"Jr language." Steve reprimanded playfully.
"But he is." I complain.
"And why is that?" Dad asks.
"Cuz he keeps threatening you guys. I have to keep him happy."
"What do you mean Jr? What do you mean keep him happy?"
"It's grown up stuff dad. Don't worry."
"Jr I am the grown up, and it's my job to worry about you. You're my daughter."
"I wish I wasn't." My eyes start to water. "If I wasn't your daughter I wouldn't be putting you guys in danger."
"Jr, just tell me what's going on. I'm going to help you, I promise."
I heard the ding of my phone as my dad handed it to me.
I told you I'd regret it stark
"Who is it Jr?" he asks.
"Nobody."
"Well who is it?"
"Rumalow." I grumble throwing my phone down on the hospital bed.
"Who?"
"Rumalow."
"Rumalow as in Brock Rumalow, the hydra agent?"
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Avengers: Jr. Stark (Avengersxteen)
ActionThis story is told in the POV of Jr. Stark. The 16 yr old daughter of the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark. With her mom passing when she was young Tony was left to raise a toddler all by himself, and with the help of the team. J...
