Marvel Parent Preferences

You get in a fight

Steve Rogers
You sat in the principles office, waiting for your father to pick you up. Your lip was cut, your eyebrow bruised and under your eye was purple. You didn't want to get into a fight but your friends was being bullied. You kindly asked the girl to stop when she swung her fist at your face and punched you. You picked yourself up and, before she could hit you again, you defended yourself. That caused you to end up in the principals office, suspended for 3 days, waiting for your dad to pick you up. He walked into the office and looked pissed. He looked at you with disappointment then looked at the principal. "I'm sorry for my daughter's actions. I'll be sure to have a word with her when we get home." He turned to look at you again then started walking towards the door. You took this as a silent command to follow him. You picked up your stuff and followed him to the car he most likely borrowed from Tony. The whole ride back home was silent. Neither you or him spoke a word. When the car pulled up to the compound, you grabbed your stuff and ran into the house, trying to make it to your room. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" You turned around and stared at the floor. He cleared his throat. You looked up at him. "To my room, you can spare the yelling, i know I'm in trouble." He laughed. "You should know! You got into a fight! My kid, got into a fight!" You started to defend yourself. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't start it-" He cut you off. "You got into a fight. It's still unacceptable. Sometimes, you let me down. Make me look bad." You narrowed your eyes. "Is that all you see me as, a disappointment?" Your eyes starting watering. "Well, then forget you even have a kid. I honestly wished i never stood up for my friend like bucky did for you. You don't have to worry about me anymore!" You stormed into your room. You packed all your stuff and left out the window to wherever

Tony Stark
It was almost your birthday. You were planning on having a party with your friends. Your friend Jessica was already helping you with planning. You were on your way to your dads lab to ask if you could still have your party. You walked in and saw he was nose deep in fixing something. You walked over and sat in front of him. He didn't seem to notice you were there. You cleared your throat. He looked up for a second, looked at you and looked back down. "Hey tiger, i'm kinda busy. What's up?" You sighed. "Can i have a party here on Friday?" He continued working on something. "Sure. What's the occasion?" You smiled. He had to be joking. "It's my birthday, remember?" He stopped and pondered for a moment. "Oh yeah, that's this week." You looked shocked. How could he forget his only child's birthday. "Do you ever listen to anything i day?" You waited a few minutes. He was deep in working when he looked up at you. "What did you say?" You scoffed. "Forget it." He looked up and watched you storm out. "Y/n!" You walked to your room and sat on your bed. You pondered for a minute then packed your stuff, disabled Friday so your dad couldn't find you, and walked out

Bruce Banner
You and your dad were working in the lab together. You were doing homework and he was doing whatever he was doing. You were working on your chemistry homework. You were really good at science but this one question had you stumped for a while. You must have looked puzzled because your dad walked over. "Are you having trouble?" You smiled. "No, the teacher just worded it weird." He pulled your paper over to him gently. You pulled the paper back. "I got it dad." He looked at you. "I know but i just want to make sure it's correct. I have 7 PhD's and you have one so I'm just checking." You looked at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" He looked at you. "Don't get me wrong, sweetie. You're smart but not 7 PhD's smart." You gasped. "That's really rude. I'm still a teenager. I can't possibly have 7 PhDs. Also, I'm smart enough to know when someone's being rude." You snatched your paper and ran to your room. You grabbed your stuff and ran out the front door.

Clint Barton
You were sitting in the common room in the compound. Natasha was sit next to you. You guys were watching a tv show. When your dad and fury walked in. Your dad and fury were talking about a mission report or something. You looked up from your tv show and saw fury. You got up off the couch and ran to him. "Hey fury. I have a question?" He looked at you and sighed. "What is it, Barton?" You smiled. "Well, I've been training really hard and i'm getting pretty good. Even Nat thinks so. Anyways, i want to join shield." Your dad gasped. "No way. You're not joining shield." You looked at him. "Why not? I think i'm a pretty good fighter and me joining shield would increase my training." He shook his head. "Not happening. Not while I'm alive. Sorry." You groaned. "Let me live a little. I'm joining shield." He stood up in front of you. "I said no and that's final. Find something else." You screamed and ran up the stairs to your room and left.