This part is more Tony based, but Peter will be back in the next chapter. 😄

Tony rubbed his eyes as he looked down from the multitude of screens. Ever since (Y/n) had literally burst out of the compound, Tony had been trying to find his child. Yet despite all his resources. All his contacts. (Y/n) was still nowhere to be found.

In truth, Tony knew that it would be difficult. (Y/n) was, after all, his daughter. The granddaughter of Howard. And as such, was too damn intelligent to not apparently think of everything. Yet he thought that he might have found something by now. The slightest of clues that would point to where she might be. But there was nothing. Nothing.

Once he had recovered from the shock of watching (Y/n) break effortlessly through the reinforced walls of the compound, and he had made sure that Peter was ok. Tony had raced to his daughter's rooms. Searching through everything. Looking for anything that might show him what (Y/n) had been doing. What she had planned. What she may do next. The rooms in disarray as he had finally slumped, defeated to the floor. His head firmly in his hands as he fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. If only he had listened. If only he had paid attention to all the things that she had been trying to tell him. Then maybe, just maybe, none of this would have happened. Yet he hadn't. And now he had lost his child. Not sure whether she would ever return. Not sure whether he would ever get the chance to apologise and make amends for his neglect. Not sure how (Y/n) would make he and Peter regret, as (Y/n) had put it, not loving her.

"Any luck?" A voice came. Tony looking up to see Steve make his way into the labs. Bucky not far behind him, as the two soldiers waited to hear if Tony had finally managed to find the slightest hint to (Y/n)'s whereabout.

Both of the old soldiers had to admit that they had been shocked by the events of that night, so many months ago now. That they had never seen (Y/n) like that before. It was true that (Y/n) was definitely a Stark. Steve sure that he could always see her grandfather in her whenever she would sit quietly, contemplating some complicated problem or another. Both men able to see her father in her, whenever she sported that familiar wicked smile that Tony had. But she was also so different from the men in her family. She was usually so loving, so giving. Willing to give up her own time if one of the team needed help with something. And because of that, and so many other reasons, Steve and Bucky had come to see (Y/n) as a younger sister. Someone for whom they cared for deeply. So, when she had acted as she had acted, it had stunned them. But in truth, they knew that they couldn't lay the blame for her actions completely on her shoulders. That she had been pushed to the limit. And rightly or wrongly, she had lashed out at the two people everyone knew that she loved the most. So, if they could find her, the soldiers were going to make sure, that Tony in particular, made up for all that he hadn't done.

"No. Nothing." Tony sighed in reply, as he slumped down on one of the sofas. His eyes heavy from spending the last so many weeks, trying to come up with something, anything.

"I have no idea where she's gone. Or what she could possibly have planned. I haven't been able to find anything on the advances in her suit. I don't know........."

"Iron Knight." Bruce suddenly interrupted. Tony, Steve and Bucky turning to look at the doctor as he continued to toil away on his latest experiment. Not seeming to notice that he had actually even said anything.

"What?" Tony asked, as he suddenly sat up straighter in his seat.

"Oh, er.........Iron Knight. (Y/n) called her suit, the Iron Knight. She told me that she had taken ages thinking of a name. That she knew she should call it something a little more feminine, but nothing seemed to fit. She said that she wanted to carry on the name of Iron Man. Carry on the legacy of all that you had done, and then she had joked that the black armour reminded her of that guy from, er............that Star Wars movie. That Darth guy. So, she had decided to call it a Knight after the Jedi things. I couldn't understand most of what she was taking about. But she seemed happy with it." Bruce explained matter of factly, as he finally looked up from his work. Furrowing his brows as Tony gave him the strangest of looks.

"And how do you, know all this?" Tony asked as he got to his feet and made his way over to Bruce's workstation.

"Well, when she tries to tell you something, and you just ignore her. She has a tendency of talking to me instead. Not that I'm really ever sure that she's actually talking to me. Most of the time, it seems as though she's just talking to no one. Which I think is what she feels every time she tries to talk to you. She sometimes says that she wishes her grandfather were still alive. That he might actually appreciate what she was doing. That he would be able to see what she had been able to achieve. And when you were going on and on about Peter that time, she said that she wished the Winter Soldier had killed you instead of her grandparents. Not that makes much sense, because if the Soldier had killed you instead, then (Y/n) wouldn't have been born.........."

"BRUCE!" Tony exclaimed. Stopping the doctor mid ramble. The billionaire shocked to hear what Bruce had just said. Horrified that his actions would have led to his own daughter wishing that he were dead.

"I need to know everything that (Y/n) told you. Everything. And F.R.I.D.A.Y!" Tony continued. As he made his way back over to his desk. Steve, Bucky and Bruce in tow.

"What are you up to, Stark?" Steve asked, as Tony brought back up numerous screens in front of him.

"What I am up to, is finding my daughter, Rogers. F.R.I.D.A.Y whatever we haven't tried, let's try it now. I want (Y/n) back." Tony replied. Determined to do whatever he needed to do, to fix this.

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(Y/n) looked at the new suit that she had been working on. It was true that the old suit was good. But this one, this one was going to be even better. She had taken everything she had learnt from watching her father fashion his own suits, his own technology over the years. Everything that she had learnt from fixing the Avengers weapons. From Sam's wings, and Clint's arrows. From Steve's shield, Bucky's arm, and even elements of Thor's Mjolnir and Scott's ant-man suit. Then she had taken them and fashioned them all into one perfect suit. The armour now more like a second skin than anything else. Yet still providing as much protection for the wearer, as any suit that had been designed before it. And soon it would be time to unveil it for all the world to see. For her father and Peter to see. With it, she would prove that there was only one person that was good enough to have the name, Stark. That there was only one person worthy of carrying on Howard Stark's legacy, and that person was certainly not Peter Parker.

"Miss." A voice suddenly came. (Y/n) smiling as she heard the voice of her own AI assistant.

"Yes Hector. What's wrong?" (Y/n) enquired. As she turned her attention from the suit, to the small circuit board that she was trying to perfect. The young Stark knowing that with this last part, her suit would be finished, and she would be able to make anything her father created, look like nothing more than a child's school science project.

"There is someone at the door to the shop. I believe it is the young man from the diner in town. He is here with your lunch order." Hector informed her. (Y/n) quickly covering the table in front of her and closing the door to the room where she kept her suits. Before making her way out into the main part of the shop where the machines buzzed, whirred and hummed. Cutting the intricate metal components that she needed for her suit and everything else that she was trying to create. The young Stark smiling as the AI that she had named after the hero of Troy. Her own man Friday, that had proved to be as dutiful and unwavering as his name suggested, fell silent.

"Oh, er, hi, (Y/n). I brought you your lunch." The handsome young man said nervously as he held out a small brown paper bag. (Y/n) smiling as she popped her head around the door to see the lovely pink glow on the boy's cheeks. The young Stark thinking that leaving the Avengers compound, might have had many more interesting results, than she would ever have thought.