Your father has always been busy. You've always known it, since your earliest childhood. Obviously when you were little, he took care of you a lot. But times have changed. You grew up, he grow up too. He had more and more responsibility. It was just hard for him to take care of his family and work at the same time. Not counting the Avengers and Peter.

But as a teenager, you needed his affection and his attention. No matter what anyone else thought, you needed your father. Yes, your mother, Pepper, did a lot. But even a strong woman like her couldn't replace a father.

After a lot of broken promises, arguments and gifts of forgiveness, Tony had finally promised to spend time with you. He suggested meeting you at the mall, for shopping and possibly other things like movies, coffee, etc...

And you should have known he was still going to be busy. He was your father after all. Why did you even hope?

"I'm sorry honey. Look, I can't come. Just buy something to make for it? Love ya. BEEP-"

. . .

"But all I wanted was you..."

He hung up before you could even answer, too ashamed to hear your hurt voice.

So the last thing he expected was to get a call from the hospital. A fire broke out a few minutes after his message, and you couldn't escape fast enough. You had been trapped by the flames.

He swore to himself that he would never forgive himself for that day. He had rushed to the hospital with Pepper, but seeing your body full of bandages and inert had broken his heart. The work can wait today.

"You're going to be okay sweetheart... Come on baby... Open your pretty eyes..." he whispered in a soft, low voice, sitting next to you and holding your hand in his and stroking your palm with his thumb while you were still unconscious, Pepper by his side.