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Weekend at Happy's >> Tony Stark & Child!Reader

Title: Weekend at Happy's

Paring: Parent!Tony Stark & Daughter!Child!Reader

Warnings: written from the perspective of a child, mentions divorce, angst. Fluff.

Spoilers: set within and after Captain America: Civil War. There may be spoilers!

Requested by: S1Black1Fox (I hope you like what I've written for you!)

Author's Note: This is written from the perspective of a child, but seeing I'm almost twenty years old, it's been a while since I've been around kids, let alone being one. So please forgive me if I get stuff wrong!

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When your Mommy and Daddy split up, one took you, the other the company. Every day was like Christmas with Dad; even if his facial hair wasn't white, or long like Santa Claus, he did his best to make you try to forget that your family was different to before. You were seven years old, and certainly not an idiot; after all, your father was Tony Stark, and your mother was the hard-working Pepper Potts. But everything was changing again, but bigger.

But all you wanted to do was have someone play dolls with, and nobody was able to do that.

Since your Dad was an Avenger, and was always zooming around the world in his shiny red and gold suits, he was never home enough to play with your toys and wind-up cars. You might be of age to go to school, but you were yet to go to school with other kids your age, and instead learned with F.R.I.D.A.Y and your long-distance teacher on the computers.

You'd met Steve Rogers before, but he wasn't able to play with your toys. Neither could Natasha, or Clint, or even Thor. Uncle Happy said that the Avengers were having some troubles, and that they needed to fix them before they came to play with your new doll house. He didn't mention where Thor was, but you knew the god was probably in his castle playing dolls with his brother. It was okay. Even though you didn't have a brother, you knew it was important that Thor played with him a while, even if you couldn't join in.

Maybe who you missed the most was Fun Wanda. She wasn't like the other Avengers; she was younger, and her eyes lit up like there was fairy magic in her. She had shown you some of her special things – how colours came from her fingers, and made things she didn't touch do things. She was just like a princess; her hair was long, and her fingers, too. They were good fingers for braiding hair with the flowers she made from her special gift. She had laughed when you had first called her Fun Wanda; her face lit up like something from a story book.

On the eighth day without seeing anyone but Uncle Happy, you packed a bag. Stuffed into your lamp-shaped backpack were a few of your favourite toys, the book you had been reading with Sam ("'The Story of Doctor Dolittle' is awesome, you're going to love it! he'd said, and then only had time to read only half to you) and a pair of spare socks. But before you could sneak out to find someone to play with you, you were stopped. By Uncle Happy.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks you, raising a brow.

"Out," you reply. "To someone who will play with my toys with me."

He extends a hand to your shoulder, and reroutes you to face inward the apartment. "________, it's not that I don't want to play toys with you...I'm busy. I need to make sure you're safe." Bulging out from the zipper is your novel, complete with the bookmark Sam left in it. Happy notices it, and adds, "How about you sit down, and I'll read?"

"No thank you," you shake your head, defiant, but still polite. "I want Fun Wanda, and Steve, and Clint who makes monkey faces with me over the table," you feel tears welling in your eyes, and you add, "I miss my Dad, and Mommy."