Hello and welcome to the first chapter of my MARVEL oneshot book. I hope you all will enjoy and have a wonderful time while you are here! This was also originally written before Endgame.

:~Anything for my little girl~:

Mutation: Siren- Her singing voice, and sometimes her own speaking voice, is deadly to all those who listen to it. At first, it will draw people in, but the closer they get to her the more painful it becomes. They get caught in a hypnotized state and cannot snap out of it until she stops.

Not a soul was in the living room of Stark Tower, but that didn't surprise the young teen. Her heavy backpack filled with college level textbooks and binders packed to the brim with papers was held tightly to her back. She quickly worked her way to her room, attempting to get there before her father and his 'coworkers' got back from their meeting. As soon as her hand grasped the doorknob, she could her the boisterous voices of the Avengers. Swiftly opening the door and shutting it behind her, the girl throws her bag onto the bed and lays down beside it. A heavy sigh making its way from her lips and small tears make their way into her sheets.

A quick knock grabbed the teens attention, but she made no move to acknowledge it. "(Y/N), you home? Can I come in?" Her father, Tony Stark, asks. "Sure, Dad. The door's unlocked." She responds, her voice muffled by her bed sheets. Tony enters the room, his charismatic charm forever present on his face. "How was school, sweetheart?" The billionaire, playboy, philanthropist asks as he gently sits beside his daughter. His hand gently rubbing her back as she sighs deeply. "It was ok, I guess. It was boring. Nothing new or fun; just tiring. I wish I could be here with you guys and not have to waste my time with a bunch of heathens." Facing her father, she gives him a strong hug, burying her face into his chest.

Her father chuckles, completely understanding where she's coming from. "I know the feeling, kiddo. You've only got a year left of school. Soon enough, you can stay here with me and help out in the tower." She smiles and nods. "That sounds so much nicer than dealing with immature teenagers who only want to get high or laid." Tony bursts into laughter, along with his daughter, at the comment. "Hormones can do that." Tony snickers, attempting to calm himself down.

"Speaking of the body, how's everything going? Is it acting up?" His fingers gently brushing against his daughters cheeks, pulling her attention back to him. Her eyes seem to hold a pain to them that she's afraid to let her father understand. A fear that holds her back from being the sociable girl she used to be. "My friend won't talk to me anymore. He thinks I'm trying to kill him and everyone else in the school. It was an accident and I'm afraid he might tell the principal that I'm a mutant."

Tony's face seems to fall as he notices the pain in her voice and the sheer terror she has at the thought of being expelled. He shakes his head and holds her closer, his grip not hurting her but comforting as he gently pets her hair and holds her back. Her tears now fall without shame and her cries nearly bring him to tears as well.

"I don't wanna be kick out for something I can't control yet. I didn't mean to hurt him!" She whimpered. All Tony could do was rock his not so little, little girl back and forth until her breathing evened out. "Shh, I know you didn't mean to. You'll get the hang of it, I promise. How about you come down to the lab with me and Bruce? Maybe we can work on something that can help you practice." (Y/N) nodded and held her father tighter. "Thanks, Dad. You're the best." Tony grins and kisses the top of her forehead. "Anything for my little girl."