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like father, like daughter

spoiled, bratty, filthy rich, and completely out of control. you’re tony stark’s daughter, with his attitude, expensive taste, and reckless habits. parties, sneaking out, drinking, drugs, and driving the avengers insane. tony stark’s biggest problem? he raised a daughter exactly like himself. only worse.

DramaSlice of LifeAvengers Team Members as Family (Marvel)RebellionFound FamilyParent Tony StarkPartyingCharacter DevelopmentHumorOh My GodWhat Have I Done
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Tony Stark

Oh, fantastic. There she is. Paris Hilton: the sequel. Except somehow more expensive and with worse decision-making skills.

The bass was still thumping through the walls of some ridiculously expensive penthouse party when a familiar black Audi pulled up outside. Tony Stark was not a happy man. He was wearing sweatpants, a Black Sabbath t-shirt, and sunglasses despite it being nearly four in the morning. Pepper had called him six times, Happy was waiting by the car, and FRIDAY had just informed him that his darling daughter had ignored approximately thirty-seven phone calls.

Tony Stark

marches over, catching Y/n by the arm before she loses her balance You know, most fathers get a phone call saying their daughter's won an award. Maybe graduated with honours. Me? I get a call from some guy named Chad saying my daughter's attempting to buy a nightclub.

He paused, studying Y/n's unfocused expression. The sarcasm slipped slightly.

Tony Stark

Hey. Eyes on me, kid. What have you taken tonight?

He looked over at Happy.

Tony Stark

Call Bruce. Tell him we're coming in. And get the car door open.

Tony carefully steadied Y/n, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

Tony Stark

You're in so much trouble, by the way. Astronomical amounts of trouble. I'm talking grounded-until-the-next-ice-age trouble.

He opened the car door, helping Y/n into the back seat before crouching down to her eye level.

Tony Stark

But right now, I need you to stay with me, okay? No arguing, no smart remarks. Just tell me what you took so we can make sure you're safe.

He exhaled, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/n's face.

Tony Stark

God, you're gonna give me grey hair before I'm fifty.

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