Tony Stark was far too young to be a dad. He was 23 and the mere act of cradling you in his arms as his then girlfriend laid in the hospital bed felt almost illegal. He shouldn't be trusted with a responsibility this large. He was Tony-fucking-Stark the notorious partier, drinker, cheater, and asshole. And now he was a dad? He was trusted with the life of another person? Why?

As you were growing up, mostly raised by his butler, Jarvis your dad was either out partying or throwing a party. But you were young and didn't know that dads were supposed to be better.

It wasn't until you were a teenager that you realized that Tony was a really shitty dad. You knew he could be better, you had seen the examples of good fathers when you had gone to your friends houses, you knew men could be caring because of Jarvis, a few of your exes, and that one history teacher at school that was more of a parent to you than Tony Stark could ever be.

Most weekends, as your dad threw parties in your house, as if he didn't have a teenager living with him, you would lock yourself in your room in order to a avoid seeing him look for some random girl to sleep with. Sometimes you couldn't believe your dad. He was almost 40 and he was still flirting with girls like he was 20, he was still being a playboy as if he didn't have a kid, as if he wasn't a father

Logically. you knew he didn't have a good example to base his parenting off of, but you couldn't help the anger that filled you at his inadequacy. Tony wasn't rude, or unrealistic, or verbally abusive like his own father, he just wasn't present. You rarely ever talked to him, which made it difficult to view him as your dad. It was odd knowing that you were raised by the same man that took up the role of a gentle caretaker as Tony. Jarvis was a good man, and his death hit both of you hard. It was as if you both had lost your dad, except Tony was a grown man, losing his "father" for the second time, and you were 17, lost and unsure in a sea of adolescence with no one to guide you.

It wasn't until after the funeral that you became almost bitter towards Tony. He seemed to get lost in his grief, wallowing alone but in the company of a bottle of scotch. You couldn't stand to watch him destroy himself because you were 17, and despite your growing hatred for your own father, you needed him. You needed a dad.

You began dragging him to his bed when he fell asleep drunk on the couch or in his lab; you began taking care of him more than he had ever taken care of you. Tony needed more care from you, his 17 year old kid, than it seemed he could afford to give to you as your father, which made you realize that he should have never had a kid when he did. You knew it was a mistake that he got stuck with. And while you had a mother out there somewhere, after the first year of your life and she couldn't stand Tony's constant cheating, she left you both behind. He never looked for her because he didn't care, and because he knew that he would be able to give you a better life than she could. He had money and resources. He could support a child and give them a good life, even if he didn't want to be a dad. It was the right thing to do. He chose to keep you because at least this way he knew you'd always have food on the table, a bed to sleep in, a roof over your head, and a college to go to, even if he knew he would be the world's second worst dad. His dad was the first.

You tried not to blame him for your childhood, but it was inevitable.

When you were 20, he was kidnapped in Afghanistan. The situation brought you back to being 17 and cleaning up his mess after a night of drinking. You knew it was wrong to be mad at him for getting kidnapped, but you couldn't help but blame him. He was a man blinded by greed and the market for weapons. But, mainly you hated that this incident pulled you from the life you were building for yourself. You didn't even know if he was alive or dead, but the world pulled you from your efforts to separate yourself from the Stark name and forced you to move on and take his place.

"Is Y/n Stark the New Head of Stark Industries?"; "Meet the Elusive Y/n Stark, The Heir to Stark Industries"; "Who Is Y/n Stark? And Where Have They Been?" the headlines read. Your dad was missing, presumed dead, and all anyone cared about was the business and Tony Stark's illegitimate child. It was bullshit and it was rude.

The worst part though was that you never wanted to be like him; never wanted to run Stark Industries; never wanted to create weapons of war. You had no interest in taking over Stark Industries but now it seemed that just because your last name was "Stark" that you had to.

Quickly though, as you fumbled through business meetings, probably pissing off far too many people, Pepper stepped up and began helping you. Together you handled every business deal, and every press release about your missing father. It hurt to know that if he was alive, he was probably suffering on the other side of the world, waiting to be saved by people who were unlikely to come to his rescue. God, every time you called for updates, you'd hear Rhodey beat himself up over. But, Tony was your irresponsible father who struggled to care about anybody but himself, and as much as you hated it, sometimes you felt like he deserved it.

Four months later, your father returned. Injured but alive, and the first thing he did when he saw you was hug you. That was the first time he felt like he was your dad. He apologized for ever willingly taking you for granted. Apparently a near death experience was the cold wake up call he needed to realize that neglecting you was not the right decision, even if he did provide for you.

After Pepper briefed him on everything that had been going on in his absence and everything you had been trying to do with the company, he invited you to help him facilitate Stark Industries' shift from weapons production to innovating technology for the betterment of the world. Which, shockingly to a man who spent his whole life surrounded by affluence, girls, and anything he ever desired, was cruel and violent. And he had contributed to that with his weapons, he felt as though he had to atone for that sin.

He was finally acting like a dad, and you finally felt like you had a family.

The next four years were a change from your usual pace. Your dad and you created a lot of inventions, and most importantly, helped a lot of people. He tried to make up for all the pain he caused before so he helped as many communities as he could. He donated, he volunteered, and he advocated. Your dad had truly changed from who he was before, from playboy to philanthropist, and it was change no one expected. But the biggest change to you was from Tony Stark to dad.

In 2012, you sat in the tower watching the news of your dad fighting and feared that you would lose him again. The fear wasn't new, you'd felt it when he got on that race track, and when Vanko and Hammer tried to kill him. But, a threat this unknown was multiplying your fear by a thousand. You knew how reckless your dad could be, and now that he was tasked with saving people from aliens, you were scared he would truly give it all he has. And it terrified you because now that you had him, you didn't think you could live without your dad.

But, it wasn't until Loki entered the tower that you began fearing for your own life. In a whirl of panic and fear, it had escaped your mind that this was all happening outside of your own windows.

Loki saunters into your living room, unnoticed as you were completely engrossed in the news and biting your fingernails in worry.

"Ah, a Stark Junior," he says. "Didn't know he had one of those."

You immediately jump up and face him, ready to defend your father's technology—what you assume he is after. There was so much lying around within the building that if Loki acquires it, the fight could shift in his favor erasing all hope of victory. The new reactor power source was one.

"Oh darling, so ready to fight. You've got fire in your eyes that rivals that of the Valkyrie," he praises. "You could have a place by my side, with so much power it would make a God falter." Loki steps closer to you, his eyes pleading and confident.

"I don't want power. I've seen power fill good men with greed," you spit. You had seen what power had done to your own father. He once felt like he could control the world and every war, but it made him arrogant and got him kidnapped.

Loki's face contorts into disgust. "Isn't power what all you measly mortals want? Control is the most coveted thing in your world and yet you reject the offer of a God?"

"You're not a God," you say, trying to remain confident in the face of your own growing fear. "But, whatever you are, I don't want to join you."

He steps closer and his glowing scepter finally catches your eye.

"Darling, I can make your desires into whatever I would like. So, if you won't join me willingly, I'll make you join me," he says, leaning his scepter towards your heart.

You quickly push it to the side and run away towards the door, but five apparitions of Loki appear in front of you and block your way. You step back and trip over a step and fall backwards.

One Loki steps forward and crouches down to be face to face with you.

"You're a wily one, aren't you?" he said, smiling slightly

Cornered, you do the last thing you can think of. Warn your dad.

"JARVIS, tell my dad that he's in the tower," you quickly announce before Loki could try to use the scepter again. Loki slaps you once he realizes what you did.

"You've got heart, Stark. But, alas, you're far too rebellious to be of any use to me, even under my control," Loki spits. And you can't remember anything afterwards. But, you do remember being picked up by a blonde haired man in a blue suit.

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a/n: sorry for making loki kind of an ass y'all know i love him but it's for the plot