Father (Stark!Daughter AU) Part 9
Plot summary: When Tony Stark finds out that he had a teenage daughter through a phone call, he was over the moon at the thought of being a father. Unfortunately, his daughter is distant, difficult and refuses to even acknowledge him as her dad. He never would have thought in a million years that it would be a certain Peter Parker who would change everything.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9
a/n: so much fluff you’ll die
You hissed as Peter gently pressed the ice pack against your cheek, the cold material soothing the ache while almost numbing Peter’s fingers. He held on to it, however, being far more concerned about your pain instead of his own. A few seconds before Peter gently pulled back his arm and instead brought up his warm hand to stroke your abused cheek, feeling the coolness of your skin from the ice pack.
“You alright?” asked Peter softly, trying to look into your eyes. You, however, only avoided his gaze and looked downwards at the floor, trying your best to not cry in front of him.
“Y-yeah.” you replied, forcing yourself to speak. Peter didn’t look very convinced and wordlessly grabbed a small kitchen towel from the rack, proceeding to then wrap it around the ice pack before pressing it back onto your face. You quietly whispered a thanks but continued to stare down at your lap, prompting Peter’s guilt to only worsen.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered, causing you to finally look up at Peter.
“For what?” you questioned, confused.
Peter lowered his arm and took in a deep breath.
“This was all my fault. I-I shouldn’t have asked you to stay over at my house. Because you did, Mr.Stark got mad and now you’re hurt-”
Peter couldn’t stop his voice from cracking as he stumbled over his last few words, the guilt and the pent up emotions starting to break through from his control. You noticed his resolve dissipate and quickly grabbed his hand, causing Peter to look up at you.
“Peter, this wasn’t your fault. At all. It was my fault in the first place for going out of the tower when I knew it wouldn’t be safe. You saved me from being kidnapped, you tried to cover for me when Tony questioned us and now you’re taking care of me….”
You paused, suddenly unsure of what to say. You definitely wanted to thank him, but as you were speaking it dawned on you that Peter had been consistently so sweet with you and so generous, despite the fact that he really didn’t need to.
“Why are you so nice to me?”
Peter cocked his head in confusion.
You took in a deep breath and shrugged, running your hand through your hair anxiously while speaking.
“I-I mean, you didn’t have to do any of this. You could’ve not been my friend, you could’ve told Tony the truth, you could’ve refused to come tonight to keep me company. But every single time you can back out, you don’t. You’re always taking care of me… Why?”
Peter drew in a slow breath before shaking his head and giving you a small smile.
You lowered your head in shame and mumbled.
“Because no one ever cared about me.”
Peter’s heart broke at your comment and he quickly brought his hand to cup your face, tilting it up to look at him. You slowly raised your eyes to meet his, his eyes filled with warmth and a sincere smile on his face that you hadn’t seen before.
“(Y/n), I… I do these things because I care. About you. I-I really care about you.” said Peter slowly, a blush creeping up to his cheeks. Suddenly feeling hot, he retracted his hand and starting to apologize profusely.
You cut his rambling off immediately.
Silence settled in the room as the two of you just looked at each other, both of your heartbeats quickening and cheeks flushing as you two unknowingly leaned closer to each other. Peter’s eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, the look in his eyes subtle but not unnoticeable. He swallowed his doubts and coughed, attempting to calm himself down before speaking.
“Yeah?” you asked, breathless.
You could feel your heart stop and your brain freeze at his question, suddenly being at a lost for words. Peter’s eyes continued to gaze into yours as you slowly nodded yes, not wanting to speak in fear of stuttering. Peter’s hand slowly outstretched towards yours, his fingertips trailing up your arm as he leaned his closer and his lips finally met yours.
You found yourself melting into the kiss and pulled Peter in closer by his collar, not ever wanting the kiss to end. After a few more heated moments, you loosened your grip and Peter pulled down his hands from your face, leaving the two of you to stare at each other in silence. Both of your cheeks were flaming red from the kiss, with your breaths the only sounds in the room.
“T-that was-” Peter started, only for you to interrupt.
Peter nervously chuckled.
The two of you quietly laughed, causing the tension to lift in the room and instead be replaced by tranquility.
“So, um… Does this mean that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” you questioned, causing Peter’s blush to worsen.
“Y-yeah. I-I mean, unless you don’t want to, which is perfectly fine cause I want to respect your decision-”
You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled him in for another kiss, effectively cutting of the rest of his sentence. When you pulled away, Peter looked dazed and you giggled before lightly pushing him backwards onto the couch.
“Stop talking, Peter. Of course I wanna be your girlfriend.”
“Oh. Okay! Um, awesome!” said Peter a little too earnestly.
A few more moments of silence passed before Peter held up the ice pack again.
“Are you sure you don’t need this anymore?” he asked with a concerned tone.
You laughed and instead pulled Peter towards you, causing him to fall onto your side of the sofa.
“I’m sure, Peter. Besides, I think cuddling is going to cure my pain much faster than some ice pack.”
Peter wordlessly nodded and moved his arm so you could lie down next to him, allowing you to turn on your side and snuggle right into the crook of his arm. His hesitance was gone as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer towards him in fear of you rolling off the sofa.
“This okay?” whispered Peter, looking down at you.
“It’s perfect.” you mumbled quietly.
Peter lowered his head slightly so it could rest on top of yours, the scent of your shampoo intoxicating and also calming him to sleep. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat as Peter pressed a light kiss on your forehead, watching you sleep before also falling asleep, a huge smile on his face as he did so.
Tony hadn’t seen you for almost five days.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t try to see you immediately- in fact, after two straight hours of crying and Natasha holding him back from throwing more things around his room, the fog of guilt around Tony’s mind lifted enough for him to drag himself up to your floor but to no avail. You had locked him out, and JARVIS forbade Tony from even being able to take the elevator up to your floor.
So instead Tony was stuck sitting in the living room for the rest of the night, his eyes wandering to the elevator every time the familiar ringing noise echoed through the room- hoping to see you step out of the metal box for whatever reason.
He waited, but you never came.
Tony did see Peter on the first floor of the tower next morning, however, giving Tony a bit of hope as he quickly dropped everything he was holding and called out to Peter.
Peter stopped walking and slowly turned around, a certain iciness in his eyes that Tony couldn’t quite place. Tony gave him a small smile which Peter didn’t return, something that sincerely surprised Tony. The same kid who adored Tony and the same kid who tripped over his feet whenever he met someone he admired was now suddenly silent, his lips pursed and his jaw slightly clenched. Tony felt himself take a deep breath before speaking, not used to seeing Peter on edge.
“Have you seen (Y/n) lately?” he asked, desperate.
“Yes. I was just with her.”
Peter’s tone was firm, missing all the usual admiration and warmth that he often spoke with to Tony.
“Can you let me see her? Just for a few minutes.”
Tony felt partially foolish for practically begging Peter, but he was really desperate. He knew that there was no way to be able to enter your room without a passcode that he didn’t know, and the only possible solution was that Peter would convince you to let him in. Unfortunately for Tony, Peter inhaled before huffing and shaking his head sideways.
“I can’t do that, Mr.Stark.”
Tony wasn’t sure whether he wanted to scream at Peter and demand entry or completely break down on the spot, so he instead bit his lip and tried his best to prevent his voice from cracking.
Peter saw the raw pain in his mentor’s eyes and his cold facade slipped for a moment, suddenly realizing just how much Tony was suffering. Shaking his head sideways once more, Peter stepped backwards and gave Tony an apologetic smile.
“I-I can’t do that, Mr.Stark. I’m really sorry. I-I promised (Y/n).”
With that, Peter took off running and Tony didn’t bother to stop him, far too emotionally exhausted and hopeless to argue with a lost cause. Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Tony stumbled back to the elevator with panicked questions running through his mind. Were you alright? Had you eaten yet? Why wouldn’t you let him see you?
Tony couldn’t help but worry about you as he begrudgingly dragged himself back to the living room, only to see Natasha placing a single pizza box onto the elevator before the doors slid shut.
“What are you doing?” asked Tony, prompting Natasha to turn around with a sigh.
“(Y/n) won’t let anyone go up to her room, so… I’m sending her something to eat through the elevator.”
Tony took in a sharp intake of breath in response- if you weren’t even allowing Natasha to come talk to you, what chance did he have? Noticing the internal conflict going on in his mind, Natasha placed a reassuring hand onto his shoulder.
“Don’t worry too much about it, alright? It’s getting late, you should go to sleep. You’ll see her tomorrow before she goes to school.”
Natasha gave Tony a gentle pat on his shoulder before walking off, leaving Tony alone to ponder with his thoughts. He could feel his eyes starting to droop and his vision starting to blur, his body begging for sleep after the exhaustive rollercoaster of a day he had.
Tony debated what to do but first decided he needed some sleep and stumbled up to his room, falling onto his bed with a loud groan. He lazily rolled over and stared at the ceiling, his anxious thoughts starting to tear at his consciousness with every waking second.
‘Maybe she needs some time. She’ll talk to me, I mean, she has to. I’ll run into her, and then I’ll give her my apology.’
With that thought replaying in his head, Tony was lulled off into a dreamless sleep.
And that had been four days ago.
Tony now hadn’t seen you in five days, and it was even worse knowing that you were just a couple floors away from him- being so close yet so far away from him.
Your absence was notable everywhere Tony went, as he began to see dirty dishes in the dishwasher, empty spots in the cabinets and half-closed doors around the tower. You were like a ghost, fading in and out of the many rooms of the Avengers Tower, leaving marks of your presence wherever you went but simply never showing up.
Tony was going crazy but he knew that his hands were tied. What else could he do? You were simply shutting everyone else out. His previous attempts of begging Peter for entry or trying to get past JARVIS failed, so what else could he do?
Tony then proceeded to shut himself in his lab, engrossed in his work and foregoing sleep and food for work. He became a raging workaholic, working into the late nights and early mornings and refusing to come outside for even a few minutes. In fact, when Steve tried to get Tony to come outside for some breakfast, Tony snapped at Steve and slammed the lab door in his face.
It worked out until the seventh day, when Tony suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his stomach, his hunger prominent and attacking his frail state. Tony only gritted his teeth and tried to pick up his tools again but found himself unable to do so, the lack of sleep and sustenance starting to affect even his most basic functions.
“JARVIS, what time is it?” croaked out Tony, placing a hand on the table to steady himself.
“3am, sir. It has also been 2 days, 4 hours, and 36 minutes since you last slept-”
“Shut it, JARVIS.” snapped Tony, not wanting to hear it. Grumbling, Tony stumbled out of the lab and into the kitchen before opening the refrigerator and chugging an entire liter of milk and taking out some cold pizza that he assumed were leftovers from last night. Shutting the door, Tony placed the food onto the desk and spun around, only to almost drop it all when he saw who was in front of him.
You had been doing so well.
7 days of no contact with any of the Avengers, just as you planned. The only person you let into your personal life was Peter, since he was the only one you felt completely comfortable around. And now that he was your boyfriend, you felt at ease and almost happy when you were around him.
Peter was wonderful- he kept his promise that he wouldn’t allow any of the Avengers up to your room, helped you sneak out of the tower so that you could get to school on time, and brought you random gifts like flowers and chocolates when you were feeling especially down. You knew that he was concerned about your mental state but you simply waved him off, promising that you would talk to Tony soon and that all of this would then be resolved.
‘If only it was that easy.’
The incident plagued your mind, and the very presence of any of the Avengers was enough to trigger the memories of that day. The burning pain on your cheek, the harshness of Tony’s words, the pure force with which you were struck…. It was a familiar pain, far too familiar from having an abusive mother, and it was a pain that you wanted to forget.
So instead of talking it out or seeking comfort, you simply shut out all the Avengers and distracted Peter, promising him that you were going to talk to Tony soon. You, of course, had no plan at all to do so. You were content with ignoring your problems, from not having to smile and say: “I’m doing fine, you don’t need to worry.” Furthermore, you knew that if you ran into any of the Avengers they would drag you up to Tony’s room immediately, and that was honestly the last thing you wanted.
It was currently 3am on a Sunday night.
Absolutely no one was ever in the kitchen during this time. And since you were feeling a bit hungry, you decided to sneak downstairs and grab something to eat before quickly coming back to your room. You stepped off the elevator tenaciously and rounded the corner towards the kitchen- only to be met with the sight of Tony closing the refrigerator.
You were too shocked to say anything at first so you remained still, just as Tony stayed frozen- it felt as if he was seeing you after a whole year. A few moments passed before panic rose back into your throat and you quickly ran in the other direction, prompting Tony to run after you.
You ran into the closest room you could find, which happened to be a broom closet, before locking the door and running to the corner of the room. Tony tried to open the door and then tried to knock, begging you to let him in.
“Please, (Y/n), open the door-”
“Go away! You’re just going to hurt me again.” you yelled, tears now streaming down your face.
Tony’s knocks subsided before he stepped back, your fearful comment causing guilt to pierce his heart.
“Okay, um, okay. Y-you don’t have to open the door, okay? I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”
A few seconds passed before you responded, your voice quiet and hesitant.
“…Really?” you whispered, not believing him.
“I promise. Just, please, let me talk to you. Five minutes, max, it’s all I ask.”
You could sense the desperation in his voice and felt yourself give in.
“(Y/n), I’m so sorry. It was completely wrong of me to hit you. I let the lack of sleep, stress and my fear of losing you get the best of me and I h-hurt you. And sweetheart, that’s the last thing I would ever want to do.”
Tony swallowed back his tears and forced himself to continue, knowing that he only had a few more minutes to convince you.
“When, uh, when I first found out that you existed, I was shocked…. To say the least. I mean, I just always thought I was going to be one of those sad rich guys who dies alone, you know?” muttered Tony, giving a short sarcastic scoff at the end.
You, on the other hand, was taken back- where was Tony leading with this?
“More than that, I-I was scared. I wasn’t father material, and I doubt I’ll ever be. I drink, I party, I spend ridiculous amounts of money, I sleep around and I guess I save the world once in a while. And I was pretty sure that my life was just that. That was it and I was getting pretty comfortable with it until you came around and-”
Tony took in a deep breath to calm his nerves before continuing.
“(Y/n), you made my life so much better. I know that we haven’t had much time together but secretly I’ve always wanted a kid. Especially a daughter, you know? Get to tease her about being a daddy’s girl, do all the cute things a dad’s supposed to do for his daughter, be there for all her big milestones…”
Tony ran his hand through his hair to distract himself from the fact that he was starting to cry, drawing in another shaky breath before continuing.
“Point is, I’m so sorry that I missed them all. I’m so sorry that I never was there for your first words, your first walk or your first day of school…. And I’m even more sorry that you had a horrible mother who never deserved you. You deserve everything in the world and more, sweetheart. A-and though you deserve much better than me, a shitty father who hurt his own daughter, I want you to know that I love you so much and I’m so sorry. And if you ever somehow forgive me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Tony ended his speech and just stood there for a few seconds, a part of him foolishly expecting you to open the door and forgive him. You remained silent, however, so he shook his head sideways and turned around- ready to go back to his room and wallow in pity.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, you were just barely beginning to process everything Tony had said. You were so sure that he was an asshole. An egotistical, money hungry, anger fueled bastard. Someone who never wanted you and only accepted his role as your father in fear of being ridiculed by the media.
But based on everything Tony just confessed, it dawned on you that you had him out all wrong. That just maybe, your father was a lot more complicated and a lot more human than you thought.
Tony only got a few steps ahead before he heard the broom closet door creak open.
“Wait.” you called out, causing Tony to stop in his tracks.
Tony turned around slowly, remaining frozen in fear of doing something wrong. You gave him a watery smile before running up to him and hugging him tightly, the action catching Tony off guard as you buried your face into his chest.
a/n 2: I can’t wait to read all of your responses to this chapter. I gave you guys ALL THE FLUFF AND ALL THE RESOLUTIONS~~~ I’m not done tho more chapters r coming
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