Stark Bleiben | Stay Strong | Tony Stark's Daughter | Book 1

Farm

Avengers Tower...

"Mr. Stark told me to inform you that we're heading to the Barton's farm. Get a bag packed for a month's stay at Farmer John's barn." Vision greets us as we walk into the team's living room.

I scoff.

"Then why the hell did we go buy this stuff?" Tiffany whines.

"Well technically, Tony bought all this stuff." I hold up Stark's credit card.

"You took his credit card?" Peter questions.

I shrug off all the bags I'm carrying and walk back to the elevator.

"Making up for all the times I wasn't here to!" I call back.

Kitchen...

I walk into the kitchen after packing everything to see a long haired dirty blonde chick in white washed jeans, white t-shirt, a red flannel, and brown knee high boots making coffee. I recognize her from SHIELD, she helped me with my... opinions towards SHIELD.

"Allison?" I question, she turns around.

"Oh, hey Vern." She smiles at me.

"Hi." I say with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh..."

"Hey Al?!?" I hear Bucky's voice yell and him walk in. "Oh hey, Vern." He sighs noticing me.

"When did this happen?" I ask gesturing between the two.

"Uhhhhh." They both look at each other and shrug.

"A while ago." Bucky answers.

"How long is a while ago?"

"A few months after Steve found me."

"And I'm guessing she helped you sort out your problems... and other things." I raise an eyebrow.

"Vern." Al scolds as I grab a can of Red Bull out of the fridge.

"Are you coming with to the Farm?" I ask.

"Yes." She nods.

"You're not going to hear the end of this." I point my finger between the two of him.

"Of course we're not." She sighs.

Quinjet...

"Oh looky, it's Alcky." I tease as I walk up the quinjet ramp.

"Alcky?" Steve scoffs as Bucky shakes his head.

"Either that or Ballison." I shrug and throw my bag next to the other's.

"I like Ballison better." Steve nods.

"Same." I agree.

"Everybody ready?" Tony questions as Clint flips on the switches.

"No, we still need Piet-" Clint starts to say but a blue blur comes speeding in. "-ro."

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Tony yells as he pushes the button to close the ramp.

Halfway There...

I stretch my arms behind my head with a yawn.

"Tired?" Tony questions sitting next to me.

I nod while yawning again.

"How much longer?" I ask Clint.

"A few more hours." He calls back.

"Lovely." I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. "Wake me up when we're there."

Few Hours Later
Farm...

"Vern." Tony shakes me. "Veronica, we're here."

"5 more minutes." I mumble.

I hear a few people scoff.

"You'll get to sleep when we get inside." Clint speaks up. "It's like midnight."

"Fine." I breath opening my eyes and removing my head off Tony's shoulder.

Farmer John's House...

We walk, well I stumble, up the stairs onto the porch into the Barton residents'.

All I can say is this is definitely a family home.

"Everyone is asleep but I asked Laura if she could set up some places where people could sleep." Clint whispers as we walk into his house. "Tony and Pep; Bruce and Natasha, you 4 can share the room that Nat and Bruce had during Ultron, Laura put another bed in there.

"Bucky and Al, there was enough room in the kid's playroom to put an air mattress in there so that's where you'll be staying. Pietro and Vern, you have the air mattress in the living room-"

Tiffany nudges my arm and I elbow her.

"-Tiff and Peter will be up in her old room with Vision and Wanda. Steve will have to share with the kids. And Thor is coming in a few days since he is visiting Jane. Any questions before we depart?"

"Yes." I raise my hand.

"What?"

"Can I sleep on the quinjet?"

"Nope." He walks toward the stairs.

Living Room...

"You didn't fight sleeping with me." Pietro smirks as he unzips his bag on the couch. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm to tired to fight with anyone right now." I mumble pulling out my pajamas. "Now turn around so I can change." I command.

"Why don't you go use the bathroom if you don't want anyone to see?"

"Because someone else is using it right now." I state. "Now turn around."

"But it's not like I haven--"

"Just turn around." I interrupt him.

"Fine." He sighs and turns around.

I quickly change into my pajamas which are a black tank top and black/white flannel bottoms.

I throw my clothes into the bag and turn around just in time to see Piet rolling the waistband on his sweats. And he's shirtless. I can see the scars from where the bullets where and his tone built.Then he digs through his bag and pulls out a grey t-shirt and puts it on.

He notices me staring at him when he turns around and smirks.

"I can take the shirt off, if you would like to continue to stare?" He teases.

"Shut up." I mumble and crawl under the blankets.

"You know that won't ever happen." He counters sliding in next to me.

"I will make it happen." I threat. "And when I do. You won't see it coming."

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Shortish chapter. Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I have some ideas of what shall happen in the next few parts so. That's good.

~Meowlnir