Avenger's One-shots and Preferences

Daddy Issues-Tony Stark

This was a request from Marvel_homo who wanted a daddy/daughter one-shot for Tony.
Reader is his daughter but he doesn't find out till a life or death situation that nearly costs the reader her life, which explains a the anger and mistrust with him.
Some angst and slight mention of an almost abortion. This will have two ending, and the sad ending part is extra angsty. Enjoy.

"So what mission we got on the docket for today?" you inquire as you casually lean back against the chair. "Not much in terms of action if that's what you're getting at," Steve answers as everyone else gathers into the board room for the weekly meeting, "It's mostly recon. As you all are aware by now, there have been several sightings of old Chautari tech off the coast of Main. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. has been stretched thin lately with purging itself of any HYDRA spies, they asked us a favor to  look investigate.

"Another favor to S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Tony quips as he walks in, fashionably late as usual, beer in hand, and oblivious to any subtle dirty looks you gave him. "You know with all the dirty work Fury has been giving us lately I fail to see how this is considered a favor at all. Maybe at this point they could at least put us on the payroll for every covert mission they put us on." "Or you could start paying us each a salary given your vast fortune," you lightly snub, "that is if you really care about any of our well beings here." "I let you all live here rent free, what more would you want from me?" Tony retorts. "Touche," you sigh.

"Okay then," Steve continues, "Anyway we only need three people on this mission. Tony, you'll be heading this mission. (Y/n) and Natasha will be filling in the other two positions." "Whoa hold up," you sit up straight, "why me? Isn't there anyone else in this group that's long overdue for a recon mission? Maybe  a certain someone with a metal arm or maybe someone with metal wings?"you nod towards Sam and Bucky, "ooh here's a thought, why not let em go with Stark and see what kind of chaos ensues? Romanoff here can tape the whole thing for the hell of it too." "I know this mission would be considered below your pay grade, (y/n), real pay or not," Steve answers, "but these little favors for S.H.I.E.L.D. will go a long way if and when we may need their help. With that being said, you three haven't gotten your hands dirty for them in a long while so it's your turn," the captain says the last part with slight smirk.

"Fine," you reluctantly sigh, "but I get to pick the next film for movie night." "Uh excuse me, why do you get the next pick and we don't?" Tony points to him and Natasha. "He does have a point," Natasha agrees, "Stark here did pick the last movie, so if anyone should pick next for movie night it should be me." "Why you?" you raise an eyebrow. "I have seniority," Nat shrugs, making you scoff. "Would it be possible to discuss this on the quinjet?" Steve suggests. The three of you stand and head for the jet.

"Everyone ready for take off?" Natasha inquires of you and Tony, who was running late for the mission. "I am," you say, "Can't exactly say the same for Stark; just like him to be fashionably late as always...not that its serves anyone any good." "Sorry I'm late," Tony says as he walks into the jet. "Speak of the devil," you sass, noticing he has a small box in hand. "I do come bearing gifts. Doughnuts anyone? I have the jelly filled kind." The man takes notice of the frowns from you and Nat; he especially takes notice of your dirty look, "What?" "I hardly think bringing sugary fattening crap justifies you being late every single time, Tony," you snidely remark, "What, you think these little gestures you try so desperately to offer makes up any lost time you can't take back?" "Whoa, hey come on, it's only a few minutes," Tony defends, "it's not like it's the end of the world or anything." "Yeah well, that wouldn't stop you from doing what you do best," you retort, "going off to do your own thing and not give a damn about anyone else's needs." "(y/n)," Natasha scolds, "That was hardly called for. Tony's here, and while his sense of time is a bit frustrating, this isn't a high level priority mission. Now with that being said, let's get going and get this over with so we can be back in time for dinner...it's Clint's turn to cook and he makes his own sauce for the pasta."