Tony's Girl (Tony x Reader) 2

You were washing the dishes, Tony had insisted on hiring help but you wouldn’t have it. You could easily manage a few dirty dishes. The sound of cartoons played in the background with the occasional giggle from your daughter.

When you finished drying the last scotch glass you made your way to the living room to watch whatever singing puppet show your daughter was watching. When she wasn’t there playing with her Avengers action figures you became nervous. You began looking around everywhere for her, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

You left no stuffed animal unturned and tore down each pillow fort but she was no where to be found. You started to panic and began a brisk run throughout the house. What if she had gotten outside? What if someone had taken her?

You rushed into Tony’s lab, slamming the door against the wall gaining his attention. He glanced up at you before returning to his work. Clearly he didn’t see how flustered and panic you were.

“She’s missing Tony! I can’t find her!” You ran beside him and grabbed his arm beginning to pull at him.

“What are you talking about, she’s been in here with me. She’s right over there.” He pointed in her direction and when you saw her your jaw dropped.

“You should have seen your face.” He laughed and returned to his work but you began smacking his arm regaining his attention. He looked up at you and noticed your horrified expression. He turned his attention to his daughter and finally noticed what she held in her tiny little fingers.

He quickly stood up and slowly made his way to his daughter in order not to excite her or panic her. She held the Iron Man’s right hand in her tiny grasp and she swung it happily in the air. Of course he knew very well what kind of fire-power was in that glove.

“Sweetie, hand daddy the glove.” He began reaching for it but she pulled it back quickly with a pout. Asking a two year old to share was not going to work. She began swinging it in the air giggling and every time Tony reached for it she pulled it back taunting him.

“Pretty please give daddy back his glove.” He didn’t like having to beg but he’d rather beg than get his head blown off.

“No!” Her new favourite word, “Mine!” This was the hardest villain Tony had ever faced.

“Honey, look what mommy found.” You knelt down beside your daughter and waved her favorite toy. The Captain America doll Steve had bought her. The one Tony had thought he’d thrown out. Your daughter let out a gasp and quickly dropped the glove and reached for the doll. You swept her up and handed her the doll.

“How exactly did you do that?” Tony put the glove back with the rest of the suit and finally noticed the crayon drawings all over his lab.

“Tony you may be a genius, but I’m a mom.” And with a smirk you left him baffled