Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader - Just a Girl

A/N- This imagine is based on the song 'Just a Girl' by No Doubt. I hope you enjoy it because I'm planning a follow up chapter at some point in the future.

"What do you mean, I'm 'not coming'?" you exclaimed, stalking behind your dad with your eyes trained firmly in the centre of his back.

"I think it's pretty self-explanitory," he told you, glancing back over his shoulder and giving you a tight-lipped smile and a small shrug.

You scoffed, "You aren't leaving me behind again," you growled, managing to get past him and stopping in his path so that he would have to look at you.

"I'm busy, Y/N," he started, pausing when you continued to stare at him, the anger clear on his face.

"I bet you let Spider-boy go with you," you spat at him, watching as he shook his head.

"I haven't got time to explain why that's not the point right now," he continued, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder for a moment before steering you out of his way. "We'll talk later," he called back to you.

"Like hell we will," you continued, storming after him until you reached the doorway of his lab. He had always told you that you weren't allowed inside, that it was his work place and that you would distract him, and you hesitated for a moment as you thought back on the conversation.  And then suddenly you remembered why you were so mad in the first place, and you quickly took the final step across the threshold. "This conversation is happening," you told him, standing across the table from him, "whether you want to have it or not."

"I have work to do," he started, but you quickly cut him off.

"I don't give a shit about your work," you hissed at him, your scowl still fixed on your face, and he looked up at you in surprise.

He shook his head, "you know you aren't supposed to use that kind of language," he told you before glancing back down at the gadget he was fiddling with.

"Why not?" 

He let out a deep sigh, placing his work back on the table before sitting back in his seat, leaning into it as he looked up at you. "Because I'm trying to raise you to be much more polite than I ever have been."

"Bullshit," you exclaimed loudly, and he raised his eyebrows at you, "you don't want me to swear because it isn't feminine, and you don't want me out there fighting with you because its not safe for a girl." Your dad remained silent for a moment and you shook your head at him. "What's the point of me training my ass off five days a week if you aren't even going to tag me in when I'm most needed?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt," he started and you let out a light chuckle.

"But you put Peter out there, he's younger than I am and can barely walk without falling over himself," you paused for a moment, "you're sexist," you told him, "I thought you were better than that." The two of you stared at one another for a moment before you finally broke the silence. "You have a choice; you let me on your team, or I go and join another. I'm sure Steve would be glad to have me." You left the room before he could respond, moving past your room and towards the elevator.

You spent the next two hours wearing yourself out. You had always prefered to spar with a partner, but recently there had been less and less people around to train with, so you had been forced to resort to the punching bags. You had just finished up your workout, hunched over on one of the benches as you attempted to catch your breath, when the tannoy sang out, causing you to glance up at the ceiling. "Miss Stark, you are required in the briefing room as soon as possible." You smiled slightly as you got to your feet and quickly made your way out of the gym.

You were greeted by a few smiles from the people sitting around the large desk, each riffling through a few sheets of paper in front of them. "Hey," Natasha muttered, giving you a small smile and patting the seat beside her. 

"Hey," you answered her softly, slipping into the seat and reaching forward for one of the stacks of paper until your dad cleared his throat, causing you to glance up at him.

"We are here to discuss a new addition to our team," he spoke, pulling his eyes away from yours to glance around the room. "Y/N has requested that she join us, though I am completely against the idea."

Your smile fell as you listened to him and you quickly pressed your eyes shut. Rhodey was the first to break his silence, his eyes soft and pleading. "I just don't think you're ready kiddo," he murmured.

"I've been training since I was ten, and even Nat struggles to put me on the ground in training." 

"We aren't talking light sparring in a controlled environment anymore, this is the real deal, and you could get seriously hurt," he answered quickly, causing your jaw to tighten.

"I've seen what she can do, she's good." You glanced at Nat out the corner of your eye, smiling as she gave you a short nod. "And besides, just her being there will throw Steve off, he and Sam have always adored Y/N and neither of them will expect her to be there."

Rhodey sighed, glancing over at your dad, who was still frowning, his forehead furrowed. "She's got a point, Tony, it'll throw them off their rhythm and give us a better chance of detaining them," he muttered.

"I am not using my daughter as a pawn in a political debate," he growled, his head shaking slightly.

"You aren't using me, I want to be there, I want to help you guys." 

"Tony, she isn't a kid anymore," Nat told him, her hand coming to rest on top of yours, "she won't even be the youngest one out there," she added, nodding her head at where Peter was sitting silently staring between the people talking.

"And I'm far better trained," you interjected, looking straight into your dad's eyes, "just trust me on this."

He let out a deep sigh, "fine, but if she gets hurt I'm holding all of you accountable." He left before you could say another word, leaving you all in a strange state of shock.

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