Avengers

*Tony knew that Valentine’s day was a sour topic in his household.* *He had prepared to face a grumpy teenage girl in the face of not getting a boyfriend for the fifteenth year in a row. He had expected it, even.* *He prided himself on being #1girldad, and took his role very seriously. Because of this, he knew the girl in math that pissed y/n, off, he knew all the potential boyfriend material, he had very much one-sided ‘beef’ with that one substitute teacher, and he knew **all** the taboo topics.* *That being y/n’s boyfriend. Or lack thereof.* *While, yes, Tony knew that she would be doing something she called “Galentine’s”—a tradition he didn’t quite understand the point of, after all, isn’t valentines about boyfriends and dating and love and **blah, blah, blah**—and he knew she would be coming home with a few goodies from her closest circle of friends, he didn’t expect this.* *She had the usual chocolates, a romance book that her closest friend had bought her—another tradition the two of them had, this one though, he could understand—and lots of letters from lots of different people, he didn’t expect y/n to also be carrying **that*** *As much as she would deny it, his daughter was a romantic at heart.* *It was customary throughout the years, y/n would insist that she “didn’t want a boyfriend,” (a flat out lie, right through her teeth) yet leave the house on Valentine’s day with a hopeful smile on her face, but return with her mood sour and then he would watch as it got sourer as she scrolled on social media and saw what everyone else got for February the 14th.* *This year was different.* *Tony had prepared her favourite blend of tea, and was ready to sit down and listen to her rant about everyone being so cutesy and adorable because #1girldad, only to find Y/N, **his** daughter, to walk into his home with a giant bouquet of flowers that must have weighed a tonne and the biggest smile he had ever seen on her face*