Stark's Kid - Tony Stark's Daughter

5; Butterfly Clips

"Come on Victoria, you're gonna be late!" Tony called from downstairs. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head, blocking out the sun.

The blankets were swiftly pulled away from me and I screamed, holding onto my body to stay warm. I could hear Tony laugh and looked over my shoulder to look at him. I hissed at him like a cat that didn't want to be bothered. He hissed back and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up so I could wrap myself around him. I laid my head on his shoulder as he began walking downstairs. I probably would have fallen asleep in his arms if it weren't for some unfamiliar voices.

"Look at you! Dad of the week." A man's voice said. I looked up and moved the hair out of my face.

Sitting in the living room were six people.

There was a very pretty lady sitting on the far left of the sofa, who had red hair and was wearing a white button-up shirt, a black skirt, and high-heel shoes. Next to her was a man with dark curly-ish hair who wore a purple button-up shirt with jeans. Then there was a man with brown spiky hair who wore a flannel underneath a leather jacket, and jeans. The next one was different, he was leaning against the wall and had light brown hair, almost blonde, and wore a suit with a big star on his chest. He had a shield slung over his shoulder. The next was even weirder! He was a big muscly man with long blonde hair and wore a metal chest plate. The last one sat on the edge of the couch, he looked a lot younger than the rest of the group. He had brown hair and wore a flannel shirt underneath a sweater, with a jacket on top.

"Who are you people?" I spoke up, pulling myself closer to Tony. They all laughed and Tony rubbed my shoulder. I just stared at them.

"These are my friends Natasha, Bruce, Clint, Steve, Thor and Peter." Tony introduced each of them by pointing.

"I'm Victoria." I waved. I realized I was still wearing my pyjamas and felt my cheeks flush.

Tony sat me on a barstool at the island and set a plate of waffles in front of me. I thanked him, even though I knew he didn't make his own food.

"I work with these people," Tony started again. I listened as I gobbled down my breakfast.

"What do you do?"

"Um.... we're apart of an agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. Remember the suit I was making?" Tony asked. I nodded. "Well that's for my job. We're kind of like superheroes."

My eyes lit up. "Superheroes? I thought they were made up."

"We all have different suits and alternative names as well. Natasha is Black Widow, Bruce is Hulk, he turns into a big green monster when he's angry," my eyes widened and I looked to Bruce who just smiled awkwardly. "Clint is Hawkeye, Steve is Captain America, he fought in World War II and was frozen for seventy years, Thor is... Thor, he's a God of thunder, and Peter here is Spider-Man." Tony finished.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"I'm Iron Man."

Tony continued talking to the group, and I finished up my food. He told me to go get dressed so I excused myself and trotted upstairs. I ended up picking out some blue jeans, a tee-shirt that said 'Plants are Friends' on it, a yellow knitted cardigan, and some white sneakers with stripes and a bug on them. I applied a little bit of mascara too.

I examined myself in the stand-up mirror before leaving my room. I grabbed my book bag from the floor and swung it over my shoulder, then headed back downstairs. Pepper's been doing my hair for me for the past week I've been here, so I assumed she'd be here to do it again, but when I got downstairs I didn't see her.

"Is Pepper coming?" I announced to no one in particular. Dad was sitting on a barstool next to my dirty plate, and the group was still sitting in the living room.

"Uh— no, she's tied up at the office this morning. Did you need her?" Tony asked.

"Well, I mean, no I guess not, but she usually does my hair for me. But it's okay, I can try and do it myself or someth—" I started but was cut off.

"I can do it," a woman's voice said. I looked toward it and met eyes with the girl I now knew as 'Natasha'. She smiled at Tony and then back at me.

"Natasha I wouldn't ask you to do that." Tony brushed her off.

"No, I insist. I had a brother when I was little, but I always wanted a sister so I could play with her hair." Natasha stood up. "Come on Tony, you can watch and learn. Next time you can do it yourself."

Tony's eyes widened, but he agreed. I grabbed a hairbrush and some elastic bands from my bedroom and sat sideways on Tony's lap. Natasha sat behind me on the other barstool. She began gently brushing through my short hair in a comforting way. It felt nice and made me relax. She didn't take long. I hopped off Tony's lap and ran to the mirror on the wall. She had twisted and pulled back the front pieces of my hair and pinned them to the sides of my head, and placed a butterfly clip on each side as well. I grinned.

"Thank you Natasha!" I smiled at her, walking back to them.

"No problem, if you ever need me, your dad knows my number." She winked.

"Okay," Tony clapped his hands. "Ready to go?"

I sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be."