I honestly just write down my maladaptive day dreams https://www.tumblr.com/raineydays411/639589267046334464/daddy-issues-series-tony-stark-x-daughterreader
Reader, who is Tony Starks daughter fell into the DC universe while fighting Thanos, when everyone came back she stayed behind. After building a life in Gotham, she is faced with a choice when the possibility of going home becomes a reality.
Warning: Dick and Readers relationship is rocky, cursing, reader has PTSD, death mentioned, reader is adopted, reader is a woman of color, Reader is the Robin of the Marvel Universe kind of
Growing up privileged is a blessing.
You can acknowledge it. Being Tony Starks daughter, you never wanted for anything. Those shoes, you got them. New clothes, of course. Hell, if you wanted a small country in eastern Europe all you had to do is bat your eyes and Tony would have it for you within a week.
To say you're a daddies girl is to put it lightly. You were the light of Tony's life and he was the light of yours.
You came into his life suddenly and quietly.
He come out of his lab in the middle of the night to see a small child sitting on the kitchen counter glaring at him, all while Natasha was making a box of craft mac and cheese with a haunted look on her face.
"I couldn't leave her" Natasha muttered, viciously ripping open a packet of neon orange cheese powder. "I thought the rooms were terminated..."
Tony didn't have to ask to know what she meant and where you came from.
At first he was hesitant, you were so tiny and serious when he first met you, and deadly. At only nine years old, you were already speaking three languages, enhanced sense, and somewhat trained. But beyond that, you were traumatized. It's not like he was any better off with his fits of PTSD and paranoia. Plus he was already dealing with the Avengers and cleaning up after the fight against Loki.
He kept his distance at first, letting Natasha and Clint take over care taking. It took them a while to deprogram your brain from the brutal training and brainwashing, but after a year of intense therapy and healthy training, you seemed to be somewhat adjusted to living in the Tower.
He'd see you from time to time stalking people following visitors in the tower, workers, sometimes agents and members from the team. He never understood what went on in your ten year old brain, and at the time didn't want to. Until it was his turn to be shadowed.
See it was still hard for you adjust to your new life, you tried in your own ways to figure out what normal was to you. you weren't like other children, in fact you could never be like normal children. So you followed people who you could model your personality around. You tried to mold yourself, force yourself to fit in this new society you were plopped in.
One night, Tony was down in his lab tinkering and hurt his hand. After flinching in pain and saying a few cuss words he heard a little voice copy him.
"Fuck, shit"
He turned to see your little face scrunched up to copy his. He actually snorted, startling you into hiding behind the counter you were peeking out from.
"Didn't mean to scare you half pint" He said softly, "Although I wasn't really expecting a mocking jay in my lab tonight."
You tilted your head, not exactly trusting the man but crawled out from your hiding place silently. Instead of saying anything you just walked over and sat next to where he was fixing his suit and stared at him.
He cringed, "Well, that's creepy"
But when he saw you weren't moving he shrugged and went back to working, stopping every so often to see if you had moved only to be met with your gaze.
"Honey, I get that you're healing and what not but you're kind of freaking me out."
And from there a relationship bloomed, much to Natasha's disapproval. You were glued to Tony's side, from the lab to training you were his little shadow. You even started following him to meetings, sneaking into the back and scaring Happy half to death.
Tony tried playing it off but he was fond of you. You didn't say much unlike other children which concerned him but he liked feeling like at leas tone person wasn't judging him all the time. Slowly he stared involving himself with your care. Switch you from the government psychologist SHEILD provided to a private one and hovering over the training sessions between you and Natasha.
"I don't understand why you have to work her so hard"
"Tony, what are you even doing here"
It wasn't until you went missing one night that Tony truly came to terms with how much you mattered to him. He ran from floor to floor shouting your name. He checked every single one of your hiding spots, waking up the entire team and forcing them to look for you. They had found you on a balcony, looking at the lights of the city. Tears running down your face as you turned to Tony and said in a small Russian accent
"Papa, I had another bad dream"
And with that he was sold, scooping you up before anyone could move, a small lecture about scaring him like that on his tongue and holding back tears at the thought of being a father figure.
The adoption papers were filed and signed within the next three days and you were legally Y/n Stark within the week.
And that's how you grew up.
In a Tower full of love. Between Tony and Natasha, plus Pepper and the whole team you were never lacking in the emotional aspect. Even though you had your moments, you were able to live somewhat normally despite your past.
Then the civil war between your family happened, and Natasha had to leave.
And your dad came home bloody and beaten.
And then Thanos came.
You fought as hard as you could against him. He had already thrown off Mantis and Peter because of Quills outburst, and was beating down the team trying to get to the time stone and was already threatening your fathers life when a desperate plan came to your mind.
See you had a conversation with Strange before the battle. About different dimensions and universes.
"Theoretically, there has to be a universe where the stones are useless right?" You ask an exasperated Stephan Strange.
"Yes, in theory, but if anyone came in contact with that universe with the stones, they'd never be able to get back to their original world due to the stones being obsolete. They'd be stuck" , the doctor says with a roll of the eyes. You hummed and changed the subject annoying the doctor with constant questions
While Thanos was distracted reaching for the Time stone to you move, running past Stephan yelling at him to open a portal and before anyone could blink, it was opened and with all your might you lunge at the mad titans hand pulling it with you into the other universe, the sudden drain of power weaking him enough for you to pull his forearm in and for Stephen to shut the portal cutting off Thanos' arm.
Thus trapping you in a world where the stones don't exist and are powerless.
As you pant heavily, you realize you hear the sounds of a city around you and not a battle. You look up and see that your plan had worked, and then realize that you're clutching a severed arm and throw yourself back.
You were in an alleyway. The stone no longer glowed with power and you were all alone. Dread filled your body as you looked around trying to figure out just where you were. You find a discarded newspaper and read the headline.
excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most well-known and beloved heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers
“I always remember having this fight with a random dude who claimed that ‘straight white men’ were the only true innovators. His prime example for this was the computer… the computer… THE COMPUTER!!! THE COM-PU-TER!!!
Alan Turing - Gay man and ‘father of computing’ Wren operating Bombe - The code cracking computers of the 2nd world war were entirely run by women Katherine Johnson - African American NASA mathematician and ‘Human computer’ Ada Lovelace - arguably the 1st computer programmer”
- Sacha Coward
Also Margaret Hamilton - NASA computer scientist who put the first man on the moon - an as-yet-unmatched feet of software engineering, here pictured beside the full source of that computer programme. #myhero
Grace Hopper - the woman that coined the term “bug”
Grace Hopper did more than coin the term “bug”. She invented the first program linker in the early 1950s, for the UNIVAC I. A program linker translates instructions from one language to another (for example, numerical codes that represent instructions translated to machine code that computers can read), which is the very foundation of how computer’s operate independently. she also pulled a steve rogers and tried to enlist in the military a bunch of times and was denied. then, an exception was made for her when she joined the navy reserves, and she ended up serving for over 40 years (half of which was active duty). she retired from the navy Rear Admiral Grace Hopper. she was born in NYC in 1906. Grace Hopper was a fucking badass.
also computing was typically a job for women (many of whom were black women that made incredible contributions) back in the day, so it’s absolutely fucking wild that straight white men think they are the foundation of computer innovation. men PUSHED women out and took the credit.
Also, just about every computerized device outside of desktops is running ARM chips now. Your phone, your keyboard, your car, your watch. Basically everything.
And ARM was primarily designed by Sophie Wilson, a trans woman.
Also gotta throw on Lynn Conway, whose work brought about VSLI [Very Large Scale Integration] in chip design in the early 80s. Basically all modern microelectronics depends on Conway’s work, which got logic gates on a single chip up from thousands to millions.
BTW all of this was after IBM fired her in 68 for disclosing she wanted to transition. They apologized in 2020.
I get really wrapped in with work and school and life😭
I have a really bad work life balance lmao, I am writing the next part of my fathers daughter tho.
And I have an idea for a kryptonian! Reader x mark grayson fic of that interests anyone, but I have to do more research for that because I’m not too familiar with Invincible
What and why our music means so much to the Black community, the roots from the past to the present
Why it's so deeply insulting to deal with the cultural appropriation and disrespect of Black music, given the depth of that meaning
How we use language, history, and context to determine when somebody ain't kinfolk despite pretending
How you might be allowed to forget that you're white, but we aren't allowed to forget that you're white, and that frames our interactions with you
How your allyship can fall oh so uselessly flat, no matter how well intentioned you may be, if you refuse to understand your position within the game
Why what scares you as fantastical is often a living nightmare for people of color, and how that history and social context can weave a horror story that hits close to home (I have a whole lesson on that!)
There was no doubt about it. He would do anything to make sure she was okay. Which included sending her away.
That was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. To see the look on her face when he agreed with Christine that it was safer in Gotham (an oxymoron if he ever heard one). Then the feeling of dread the days leading up to her departure, not even being able to drop her off.
Immediately he felt the emptiness without her there. He secluded himself in his workshop for days, just wasting away searching for the people who intended to harm his little girl. That's all he did, day in and out.It had gotten so bad, that Pepper had to physically force him to eat and shower, and most of all sleep. But when he slept, he had nightmares.
Dreams where you were taken the night those men broke in, he saw the fear in your eyes as he and Pepper helplessly watch these faceless men take their baby from them. He also has dreams where you come to resent him. You hate him for sending you to Wayne manor, and he has to watch you choose to live with Bruce Wayne the same way your mother did.
That one was more of his insecurity when it comes to Bruce Wayne but can you blame him? He already lost one woman he loved to him, and now he felt like he was losing his child to him as well. And deep down he knew it truly wasn't Bruce's fault, but none of this would have happened if he and Christine just stayed out of your and his lives. But again, that was just his insecurity talking.
It hurt Tony that he couldn't reach out to you more frequently. He was in the lab while Bruce Banner spoke to you over FaceTime. His heart hurt at the emotional torment you were facing in that house. He would have given anything to assure to you that you are wanted and loved. That he and your true mother were anxiously awaiting your return. That he was doing whatever he could to make sure you were as safe as you could be.
It bothered him and Pepper so badly that they could not see you. One day it became too much that he reached out to Christine and bruce. They had come to an agreement. Bruce would allow you to use the computer in the batcave to send emails between you and Tony. As the Batcomputer was basically unhackable (besides you), and it would allow you to have contacts with your parents. Well, imagine the disappointment they felt when multiple emails sent to you were left unopened (to their knowledge) and no response.
But that didn't stop them from sending you everything you were missing and updates about your situation. Pepper figured that you would reach out when you were ready to talk. She insisted that you were fine and there was no need to go down to Gotham and retrieve you.
And there wasn't.
Until Peter called.
"Mr. Stark they got her"
That one sentence made Tony want to throw up. His worst fear, his nightmare.
Before Peter even had the chance to give details Tony had already hung up and started gathering everything he needed. He was out of his mind, rushing in and out of rooms yelling at FRIDAY different incomprehensible commands.
He rushed into his bedroom, ruffling through drawers and closets. Pulling out every single weapon he had stashed away, he was frantic. There was a buzzing his his ears, a static that was so terrifyingly familiar. The same static he felt when he went into that worm hole with the nuke. The same static when he was in that cave. Tony felt himself hyperventilating, his throat dry. He stopped packing suddenly and went towards his bar, searching for the few remaining bottles of liquor that you hadn’t thrown out. He searches frantically until a gentle hand stops him.
It was Pepper. A look of concern on her face but a look of knowing in her eyes. “Drinking isn’t going to bring her back.”
Tony takes a deep breath. The static is gone but his eyes burn. He looks at his wife. “I can’t lose my baby”
That’s when Peppers face hardens, “Our baby, and we’re not. Get up.”
And with that she rises, Tony didn’t even realize he had slide down to the floor, and she strides to their shared room.
“I’ve already sent the message out to the rest of the team. Peter called me after you hung up. The jet is waiting.”
Tony stands, his heart beat steadying and smoothes out his clothes. He takes a deep breath regaining his sanity. “Well, there’s no time for drama. Come on Pep, let’s go to Gotham.”
So I’m not dead first of all lmao. I just have been so busy lately. When I think about it, I started this page when I was like 19. I’m about to turn 23!😰
I’m not going to lie to you, I have been having a hard time balancing writing and just my life, but I also know that I miss writing.
So, instead of putting it off I am going to dedicate more time into finishing my fics, and to whoever stuck around thank you for not giving up on me 🩷
So for years black girls have had to read fanfics where y/n was automatically described as being paled skinned with long flowing hair and blue eyes. We couldn’t relate to it exactly, it excluded us, it ignored us. But we read it cause it was all that was out there. Now when we start writing fanfics for other black girls to feel included and represented, now you all are saying that you ‘‘can’t relate to it” therefore don’t support black writers when we were supporting your work all those years even though you were acting like we don’t exist within these fandoms.
It’s incredibly frustrating because I’ll be reading about the characters turning shades of pink and I’m like. I don’t turn pink. Black people don’t blush. If this is suppose to be reader insert why the hell is it saying that? I don’t have blue eyes or flowing hair? The actual heck.
Bruh don’t get me started, we’ve come a long way but why are ppl complaining when we got something to ourselves? Jeez. You have trillions of stuff, let us have our own.
So I have another fic idea. I’ve been really into the the Epic musical and I had an epiphany.
The song would you fall in love with me again and Jason Todd.
Imagine he’s fresh out the pit and angry. All he can think about is the fact that everyone moved on and no one avenged him. So he’s doing his crime lord thing and basically seeking revenge.
On the flip side, reader was absolutely devastated by the loss of her best friend/lover and threw herself into like missions or philanthropy with help of Bruce who also feels guilty. The whole time she mourns Jason but he doesn’t know that obviously. So then when Red Hood hard launches, Bruce and co. try to keep reader out of the loop until they figure out if it’s really him and how to handle the situation. Blah blah blah, long story short reader finds out and is in denial. She goes to his grave to deliver fresh flowers then home when she’s followed by our boy. But she obviously has spent enough time with batfam to know when she’s being followed. So when she gets home, she stands by the window and que the music.
Reader: …who are you?
Jason Todd: …I don’t know anymore.
Jason Todd: doesn’t really seem like you would care either way.
Reader: What’s that supposed to mean??
Jason: seems like you’ve moved on well enough
Reader: there were nights where I just prayed to gods I don’t believe in to bring him back. I’ve been waiting.
Reader: Who are you?
Jason: you don’t recognize me (insert super personal nickname)
Reader: is it really you?
Jason : I’m not the kid that went into the ground. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I’m not that guy.
Reader: okay. I hated that nickname anyway it could die with him
Jason getting mad because the nickname when created through super personal moment only the two of them know about.
Reader: only Jason knew that so that makes him you.
Jason was too stunned to speak.
Reader: I will love you over and over again. I don’t care what you’ve done, or where we are. You’re mine. I don’t care you don’t think you’re the same person, you’re mine and I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
Jason’s and reader crying at this point and it ends with them hugging.
