He probably didn't even know you were gone. That selfish jerk was up in his lab working on some stupid project that was bound to fail, and likely had no clue that you were now standing on the sidewalk outside, ready to run. To you, it was just one more disappointment in a long line of parental failures; before Iron Man, and before the Avengers, he was at least a descent parent. Was he a model father? No, of course not, this was Tony Stark. Before he decided to save the world, he at least took the time to do things with you, to teach you about the life around you, and he gave you the attention that you wanted from him as a father.

Once he joined the Avengers, it began to change, and once they all moved into the tower, it became worse than ever. He was too wrapped up in the business, and too focused on making the world safe rather than being a part of yours. He didn't completely ignore you, and he would be there when it was asked of him, but his lack of initiative to be there for you because it was right was enough to finally drive you away at the young age of only 15 years.

Your mother was an Inhuman; something that wasn't known when you were born, and something that even your father didn't know until you showed signs only recently. You had the ability of energy manipulation, with the power to absorb, amplify, scatter and negate kinetic, radiant, and gravitational energies. You were meant to join the Avengers one day, but now you would never join a team that had so completely taken your father from you.

One thing that Tony had given you was a flair for the dramatic, and to be the center of attention in any room. If you were walking away, you wanted him to give him a parting gift. Looking up at the tower, you focused your mind on the reactor that illuminated it so brightly in the night sky. Your eyes were fixated on the large A that hung above you; a symbol of all that you had come to despise. You waited several minutes for the sidewalk around you to clear before you began to walk away, smiling to yourself as the tower went dark and the massive symbol dropped from its perch and crashed to the ground behind you.

~~~(Ten Years Later)~~~

"Hey, babe, have you seen my right shoe?"

"Which one?"

"The one that goes with the left one!"

You stuck your head out around the corner from the back of the ship, looking at your fiancé with confusion and exasperation, "I meant which shoes, dumbass. Which pair of shoes are you wearing?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry," he mumbled, "these!" Peter stuck his foot in the air so that you could see what he was looking for, then waited in that position, expecting you to find it right away.

"You can put your foot down."

With a huff, he lowered his foot and stood to join you. He waited in the door of your shared quarters, watching you get dressed. "I just want to look good, so I thought these would be the best."

You turned around slowly, knowing that he never cared about what he was wearing enough to spend even a minute looking for anything. "Look good for what, exactly?" Stepping towards him, you gave him a skeptical look and poked him in the chest. "What are you up to, Quill?"

He opened his mouth and gasped as if he were completely shocked at your insinuation, "why would you think I'm up to something? That's just rude, (Y/N). I'm very offended."

"Okay, now I'm sure you're up to something. You're a terrible liar." You pushed him aside and hurried towards the front of the ship, stopping short when the view from the windows had changed drastically from when you last looked. The solar system had become all too familiar, and the planet directly ahead gave you an unnerving sense of dread. "No. Pete, no."

"Why not?" You felt his hands on your shoulders but you shrugged him off. "(Y/N), come on. He's your dad. Don't you think that he should know that your getting married? Don't you think that it's time to put everything behind you and move on?"

"I thought you understood," you whispered to yourself as much as to him. "This isn't something that's up for discussion." Reaching down to reset the coordinates, you found the controls locked and Peter making no moves to help you. "Unlock them."

"Babe..."

"It's not up for discussion!" Your anger began to boil over, and you could feel energy coursing through your body. If he wasn't going to turn the ship around, then you would have to do it on your own. Slamming your hand down on the control panel, you pushed as much power as you could into redirecting the craft and taking over its navigation system. It was draining you quickly, but you had to hurry anyway before he tried to interfere.

The ship began to shake as it turned, but not in the way you had expected. You released your hand but it was too late; your surge of energy had destroyed the system and you were headed towards the Earth without a way to steer from your course. Peter pushed you aside and threw himself into the pilot seat, trying to take control. After a few minutes of banging the panel and frantically pushing buttons, he finally sat back in defeat.

"Okay, well it looks like we'll be making quite an entrance, (Y/N). You've just guaranteed that we're gonna visit daddy."

~~~

It was all you could do to stay upright as the ship shuddered and slid into your landing. Peter had originally plotted a landing near the tower, but your interference brought the ship to a halt in the hangar bay; it was the only way he could land without risking hurting you or someone inside. It was anything but a smooth arrival, skidding into the hanger, taking out a part of the front wall and sliding through to the back. There was no way for you to make a subtle arrival now.

"Pete, this isn't going to go well, okay? Just let me handle it." You reached down to take his hand to not only lead him from the ship and into the tower, but to calm the shaking in your own. "I haven't seen him for ten years, and I have no idea what kind of reception we're going to get. Especially considering the entrance we've made."

"Yourfault" he coughed.

"Thanks," you sneered, rolling your eyes. You glanced out the window and saw him running towards you, with Steve in tow. "Let me go first. It's just the two of them." You pulled your hand from his and stepped out into their view, unsure if they would actually recognize you after all this time.

"(Y/N)?" Tony whispered, his face immediately growing pale. He took a few steps closer to get a better look, glancing over to Steve with wide eyes. "(Y/N), where did you go?" He stopped just a few feet from you, acting like he was unsure that you were real and even a bit scared to approach.

"Hey, dad."

At the confirmation that it was you, he rushed forward and grabbed your shoulders, holding you at arms length and speaking with a much louder voice filled with more confidence, "where did you go?"

"Tony, calm down," Steve said as he stepped in and put his hand on Tony's shoulder.

"Back off, Cap!"

"Hey, hey, let go of her," Peter barked out, joining you and quickly pulling you back and away from Tony's grasp. "I think we all need to take it down a bit, alright?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Peter Quill, your future son-in-law, that's the hell who."

You closed your eyes and groaned, awaiting the tirade that you were sure your father was about to start. "Oh my god..."

"This is some kind of joke right?" Tony laughed, thought his face was still angry, "it is, it's some sick joke that I'm just supposed to laugh off and act like nothing happened."

You turned to face Peter and began to push him back into the ship. "I told you."

"(Y/N), wait," Steve called out to you, "just wait a minute." He grabbed Tony by the arm and pulled him away, despite his resistance to stay. You watched the conversation between the two men; it was very animated, with Tony gesturing towards you and throwing his hands in the air several times. After a few minutes, and with Steve appearing to take the upper hand, they both rejoined you and Peter at the ship.

"(Y/N)," Tony said quietly, not making eye contact with you, and looking like he had just been scolded by Steve. "I'm sorry. Would you please come with me so that we can talk?" His gaze moved from the floor to Peter, though only for a second, "Alone?"

~~~

"If you were feeling that way, then why didn't you just talk to me?"

"I did talk to you, dad. You never listened. You were too wrapped up in saving the world to hear me anyway."

Tony leaned back in his chair, swiveling it slightly side to side as he looked at you. You were so much older and so different than the last time he saw you, but he could still see a lot of himself. It scared him how much of your mother that he saw as well; you had the same fight in you, and you took about as much of his crap as she had.

"I'm sorry that I was such a terrible father. I can't do anything about the past, and I can only apologize so many times. So," he sighed and leaned forward on the table, "how about you tell me about this Peter Quill guy."

You weren't sure if he was being genuine or not, or if he had motives in asking you, but you took the chance in trusting him for the first time in a very, very long time. "I met him right after I was taken, he protected me, taught me, and now here we are."

"And now here we are," he agreed with a small smile crossing his lips.

"I didn't mean to make that kind of entrance. Is there a way that you might be able to get us back in the sky? When we...are ready to?"

"Yeah, I can give her a kick. But can you do something for me?"

You took a deep breath, a little nervous about what he was going to ask, "Sure, let's have it."

"When you get married, I'd like you do it here. Let me do that for you? I'm great at parties, if you remember," he said with a quiet but nervous laugh. "And maybe you both stay for a while after? Maybe stay for a while now?"

You visibly relaxed and realized that the fight was over. "Well, we have this...team...that's waiting for us to join up again, but we can stay for a couple of days. And I'll talk to Pete about the rest."

He nodded and put his hand over yours, doing his best to be fatherly, "It's a start."

"It certainly is."