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Tony Stark [ Top Priority 💛🥀☁️ ]

My heart pangs at the realisation, he wasn't here, he didn't come to see me perform. Whatever. I could do this without him, I didn't need him to make this my greatest performance. And so that's what I did, I put my all into everything. Making it a performance he would regret not coming to see.

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The recital lasted about an hour, my friends walking out with me into the cold night. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the heating anger I felt in the enclosed room. As my friends split up, they waved goodbye as they hopped into their parents cars, driving off to their homes.

I sat there, sitting on the staircase leading to the doors of the building. Usually dad would send Happy or even Pepper to come pick me up from things he wasn't able to. But after sitting out on the chilling night, it became apparent that he wasn't coming, no one was. I take one last look at my phone, the lack of notifications making me sigh.

Defeated, I picked up my belongings and started my journey among the dark streets of Manhattan. I dragged myself back home, walking almost sluggishly as my mind raced. Did he care? Why else wouldn't he come? Did I do something wrong? Anger him? Maybe it was my fault he didn't show up. Maybe something came up. But why didn't he message me to let me know.

I'm brought out of my thoughts at the feeling of something escaping my eyes, and the taste of salt falls onto my upper lip. Fuck. I wipe my cheek, setting my mind on making it home, not wanting to fall apart on the side of the streets. I wasn't far anyways, only another 20 minutes until I would be back home.

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As I reach the front door, I unlock it with my spare keys before walking in. "Good evening, Y/N." I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y's robotic voice shoot from the speaker beside me. I smile slightly. "Hey Friday." I walk to the kitchen to pour myself some water, after taking a sip I ask. "Friday?" "Yes Sir?" I look around the lit house. "Where's dad?"

It takes a second for her to answer. "He's in his workshop." I nod, thanking her as I start to make my way there. Before reaching the stairs though, the sound of two voices makes its way through the glass. Dad's laugh booming as a young boy's follows. I didn't even have to see him to know who was down there. Peter. I sigh, I guess I knew why dad didn't come now.

I step back up the stairs, ignoring the two as I bee-line to my room. I throw my bag onto the floor, changing my clothes as tears start to well up in my eyes once again. I curse myself, putting my clothes away before falling into bed, muffling my sniffles with one of my pillows.

"Friday. Lock my door please." I hear her voice once more "Of course." before the sound of a 'click' comes from the mechanical door. I groan into my pillow, lying to my side as I closed my eyes.

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The whole night, I had thought long and hard, messaging one of my closest friends about what was going on. He offered to let me stay at his place, for as long as I needed to. We spoke about it all last night, planning for him to come pick me up tonight. It wasn't too long of a drive, less than an hour. He lived in Hillsdale, a nice change in scenery.

I stayed in my room, packing my things in a suitcase I would use when dad and I went on his "Business trips". Once packing all the things I wanted to take with me, I stuffed the case under my bed. I groggily walk into the kitchen, look around and not see dad anywhere. I mutter before cooking breakfast for myself.

He was probably in his workshop, working on god knows what now. He hadn't bothered to check up on me last night, not even to make sure I made it home safely and now he hadn't bothered to greet me. Finishing my food, I stomp back into my room, eating my food as all I can think about is how much I can't wait to leave this stupid house.