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Tony Stark [ Top Priority 💛🥀☁️ ]

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When night arrives, I sneak to the front door, suitcase and an extra backpack in my hands. It's not like dad would've noticed anyways, he was still busy 'working' I sigh as I open the front door, F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice stopping me. "Where are you going this late at night, Y/N?" I checked my watch, it was only 9:30.

"I'm having a sleepover at a friend's place." F.R.I.D.A.Y replies with something along the lines of "Have fun." I scattered out the door and looked around for the car my friend drove, once it came into view, I made my way to it. "Hey man, you got everything?" I nod as I place my luggage in the back seat, hopping into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, thanks for this." I buckle my seatbelt before turning to him. "Of course, I'm here for you man." The ride to his house is mostly silent besides the quiet music playing from the car's speaker. I lean my head back, taking out my phone as I distract myself on the long drive.

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A week had passed when my phone started to blow up, messages from friends and people from school filled my inbox. "Hey, are you okay?" "Where are you?" "I haven't seen you in a while, are you alright?" However, nothing from dad. I make sure my location is turned off before continuing with my day, sitting down to watch some T.V. I scroll through channels, my eyes landing on my name on a news headline, I put down the remote as I read the whole heading.

"Y/N Stark, Son of Tony Stark, has been reported missing." An explanation of the time of my 'disappearance' was reported, including the places I would most often hang out and where I was last seen, at the performance theatre our school had rented out for the recital. Shit.

I hear my friend's footsteps behind me, "I think it might be time for you to go back, everyone's worried sick." My phone rings over and over again with messages, calls, mentions on social media. Everyone asked about the news and if I was okay. I shut down my phone, shoving it in my back pocket. "Yeah, maybe."

I hear a familiar voice play on the T.V behind me, I shoot back around to face it as I see my father being harassed by paparazzi. Microphones and cameras in his face as he tries to get into his car. "Do you have any idea where he could be?" "Do you have anything to do with Y/N's disappearance?" "Is he alive?" "Do you have any information on Y/N's whereabouts?" A frown appears on my face as he looks at the camera, his eyes sunken and dark and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I know as much as you guys do." He aggressively replies. "And if the lot of you don't leave, I'll have you all jobless by tomorrow." The voices quiet down, interviewers walking away from the car he got into, the engine starting with a roar.

I sigh, I never meant for it to go this far. "Let's go" I leave to pack my stuff back up again.

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It's late at night as my friend parks in front of my house, I see extra security put up to keep the paparazzi out. I turn to my friend, thanking him before stepping out of the vehicle, I pull out my luggage, walking towards the gate. As I open it, I trudge up the long driveway to the house. Making it to the top, I drop my bags beside me, taking deep breaths as the steep walk winded me.

I bring them back into my hands, pulling them to the front door. I try to quietly open the lock, keys jingling as I hear the slight 'click' to indicate the door unlocking. I push against the handle, pulling my bags in as I hear shuffling in the room near me.

I looked over to the living room, my dad curled into himself, maps, documents and holograms covering the table. My heart wrenches at his appearance, the lack of sleep evident on his face and scruffed hair.

I pull my bags over to the staircase. "Y/N?" Fast footsteps approach me as I turn to the noise. I can't help the bittersweet smile that makes its way onto my mouth as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes darted across my face, looking for any sign of injury. His arms wrap around me, tightening as I feel his relieved breaths escape him.

I hug back, head shoved into his chest as I hold onto him. "I'm so sorry, so sorry. I didn't mean for this-" "No, no, no, no." He repeats sullenly "It's my fault, I shouldn't have done what I did, I'm so sorry." I chuckle as I shake my head. "Please forgive me Y/N." I let out a short breathy laugh. "Of course, I'm sorry I didn't just talk to you about it, I never wanted to worry you."

He smiles, "I never wanted to make you think I didn't care about you. You're my son. So much more important than anyone, especially Peter." He rubs a hand against my back. "You're my top priority, and I'll make sure you never doubt that again." "Thank you."

That night was spent in the living room, we spoke to each other, explaining how the situation affected us both. The both of us understanding the other's view, making sure to talk about what's going on next time. We talk for a while, sleep only falling upon us hours later.

As I start to yawn, dad brings my head to his chest. My eyes drift shut as I fall asleep in his arms, the same way I used to when I was younger.

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It had been about a month since the whole ordeal. News of a new recital making its way into school newsletters and I was beaming. I couldn't wait, this time being able to truly showcase my abilities with my dad being there to witness it.

Once arriving home, I quickly threw my bag on the floor in front of the door. I rush down the stairs after, opening the door with a little more patience so as to not startle my dad. "Hey dad!" I close the door behind me, making my way to his workstation.

"Hey kid, what's up?" He turns from his work, leaning back against the table as he looks at me. I handed him the poster I had borrowed from one of the drama students. He reads through it, eyes tracing each word before lifting his head back up to me. "Another one?" He holds a wide smile on his face as he drops his hand down.

"Yeah, you better come to this one." He laughs at my playful jab, nodding as he holds the poster close to him. "I'll be there, I promise." I nod. "Thanks dad. I really appreciate it." "Of course." He lightly responds, pulling me into a hug.

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It was yet again, time for me to perform. I couldn't wait, knowing my dad would definitely be out there this time. As we get ready on the stage, I take a quick glance at the crowd, my eyes landing on my dad, sitting in the middle of the front row. I chuckle to myself, of course he was.

As the curtains draw open, I can't help but smile at the proud look he gives me. As the group starts to sing, I look down at him, both of his hands presenting a thumbs-up. My heart warms at the action. He turns to the parent to the left of him, whispering something. I only catch onto a couple words "That- -y son-." He points up to me, a look of admiration plastered across his face.

A/N: I wrote this entire thing in one day, it only took me about 5 hours. And it's somehow my longest fic yet. It's not proof-read tho so apologies for anything that doesn't make sense or anything like that.

- Written by Owner 1