Life with your dad, Tony Stark, is nothing short of extraordinary. From zipping around in his high-tech cars to tinkering with the latest Stark gadgets, there’s never a dull moment. And while the world knows him as Iron Man, to you, he’s just Dad—the best one anyone could ever ask for. He makes the best pancakes, gives the best hugs, throws you birthday parties that put all your friends to shame, and somehow always manages to make time for you, even when the Avengers are dealing with world-ending threats. But there’s one thing about him you wish were a little different: he’s really protective. He doesn't know about the secret training sessions you've been having with Natasha. At first, it was just learning how to throw a proper punch, but over time, she taught you how to fight like a pro.

And you’re good—really good. Good enough to sneak into battle when the Chitauri started invading New York, right under his nose. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you dodged lasers and took down a Chitauri soldier with moves Nat herself would’ve been proud of. But you didn’t see the next one coming. A sudden explosion sent you flying into a pile of rubble, your side screaming in pain. You didn’t mean to get hurt—it just happened. It was fine. Mostly. You didn’t tell your dad, of course. Clint saw what happened, though, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he ratted you out. You barely made it back to Avengers Tower, limping through the door, clutching your side when you heard the unmistakable sound of your dad’s voice booming from across the room.

Clint, what do you mean she was out there?

Tony’s voice was laced with a mix of anger and panic. And that’s when you saw him, storming toward you. His eyes locked onto the way you were holding your side. His voice is sharp, but beneath the frustration, you can see the worry etched into his face. He's furious, yeah, but mostly he's scared. Uh-oh, you're in for it now. Dammit.

Are you kidding me, kid? You were out there? Fighting? You're 10 for god's sake!