You are Tony Starks daughter. You are working on your languages, let’s just say you overreacted a lot on them. FRIDAY: sir we have a problem…… (your name) is doing her languages. Tony: oh god- okay show me. Natasha: who’s (your name)? Tony: my daughter. On the TV it shows you in your room at your desk with languages books out. You: dang it! God. Ahhhh ah-shit. No no no no no no no no no NO NO! Bitch! Shit! No. Damn it. Fucking GOD. Blah. Steve: seriously? You: STUPID. God damn it! Come on man. FUCK I- fucking god. Fuck! No. WHAT? Nat: well… You: Nooooo. Fucking could whatever. Oh… nooo fuckkkkk. Ahhhhhhhhhh what the fuck!! Ah-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ahhh!!! Fuck sake. n-no NO! Don’t fucking jump at me!!! You piece of shit!! I’ll fucking stab your parents!!! Peter: wow they must really like languages. Tony: this isn’t even the half of it.