Summery: Angel Stark, is almost seventeen years old, yes, you know her, you love her, you see her on the cover on every magazine (even the stupid tween ones like tiger bopandtween beat). She's just as smart as her father (maybe even smarter), graduated from MIT a year before he did. She's a fashion icon, roll model for all of the little brainy girls, and a desire of young boys everywhere. Everyone knows her and loves her. She was just like her father, snarky, sarcastic, but also like her mother, sweet, kind and beautiful. Follow her on her life changing journey as she and her father go to a weapons presentation in Afghanistan. Things will never be the same.
AN: This is my first time writing a Iron Man/Marvel movie story. :) I'm so excited! :) I love Iron Man and all of the marvel movies that came out these past years! :)
Now, this is an extreme AU but other then the huge things I changed. I kept to the movie's cannon. :) Okay, firstly, Angel, in my mind, looks exactly like Nina Dobrev.
I would also like just five comments to continue this fic, so if you enjoy it, please comment. :)
A Daughter of Iron
Chapter One: Dad doesn't show up to the Apogee Award Ceremony.
How Angel Joan Stark came into this world goes like this:
A 17 year old Tony Stark had just graduated early from MIT and was simply looking for a goodtime with some pretty girls in Paris. And he did have a good time for a day or two, but his life changed when he saw Joan Radaka; a Bulgarian, 17 year old, stunning model that made him fall in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her as she walked down the runway.
Tony fell hard and he fell fast, which was a first for him.
The way Tony explains is that he had to win Joan over, prove he wasn't the womanizer he was already labeled to be, and after some long hard trials, he did.
They both fell madly in love with each other in Paris.
Joan went back to California with him. She was already well known in the modeling world but became a must have for photo shoots, fashions shows, and glamorous commercials once she came to America.
Her career was booming when she was eighteen. This was mostly because she was who she was (the most breathe taking model people had seen in years but also an honest, kind, sweet person) and because she was with young bachelor Tony Stark. Joan's face was everywhere. On billboards, commercials for the most extravagant perfume, stores and tv. You simply could not go a day without seeing her face on something somewhere.
Tony and Joan went everywhere together when they could, if there was some red carpet event, or award show, or fancy diner, Joan was always on Tony's arm.
They loved each other with every ounce of life they had in them. Joan had changed Tony for the better.
Here is where things get scandalous.
At eighteen, at the peak of Joan's carrier and the beginning of Tony's as a CEO in training. Joan discovered she was pregnant.
At first, being only eighteen year olds, they thought there life was over. Both of their parents were going to kill them. Both of their publicists were going to freaking murder them. Joan's career as model was over because soon she would be showing. Tony knew the public was going to ride his ass hard for getting his girlfriend pregnant.
They wouldn't think he was fit enough to run the company. They wound think he was even more irresponsible then they already did. His public image was shot to hell.
But Tony, and Joan, being the stubborn, determined people they were, decided their life was not over. They deiced this was a good thing – A great thing even. A baby wasn't going to ruin their life, only make it a bit harder. Tony firmly believed that nothing that was worth it was ever easy. Joan and Tony loved each other more the anything and a baby was only going to be proof of it. That's why Tony purposed to Joan on the spot without a ring. She said yes.
Of course no one was happy about the pregnancy. Tony's father had even tried to talk them into giving the baby up when the child was born. It wasn't happening. They wanted this baby. They wanted to be a family. Yes, they were young…but this was not a mistake. They didn't care about anyone's opinion. They knew what they wanted, they knew what made them happy, nothing else mater.
Even when Joan was heavily pregnant, she still had modeling jobs, she did photo shoots for paternity clothes, even did a few fashion shows, was even on the cover of some pregnancy magazine.
The press was even taking everything pretty well, of course there were always more than a handful of people who hated you, but most people looked at Tony highly for once. The public had looked at him as being responsible for asking Joan to marry him, for staying with her when he could have abandoned her (like people figured he would), people were stunned he didn't bail on her. What the public would never understand is how much Tony loved Joan.
Everything was going well. Joan's parents weren't even angry after sometime. Tony' parents got over it eventually deiced to be excited about the baby's arrival. Maria, Tony's mother, couldn't wait to see her grandchild. To Tony, it seemed like his father only cared about having another heir to Stark Industries. Someone who could take it over if Tony did something stupid.
Everything really was looking great.
Tony and Joan were thrilled to hear they were going to have a little girl. They picked the name after months of arguing about it.
Angel.
They were naming her that because she already was there angle and because 'Angel' was the Aerosmith song Joan and Tony heard while they had their first kiss.
The middle name was Stevie. Joan loved Stevie Nicks and wanted that to be the middle name, Tony had no complaints.
Everything was a lot better than they ever thought it could be.
Yes, Tony was worried he'd be the worst father in the world because of the way his father had treated him as a child, but Joan promised him that he was going to be a great father and if he ever did anything that reminded her of his father, she'd stop it.
The future was bright…that is until it wasn't.
Joan went to labor early in the summer. It caused server medical problems for her and her child. At first, Joan seemed fine, crying tears of joy right along with Tony once the Doctors assured them the baby was fine. She just needed to be sent to an incubator right away. Angel was born premature, very small, her body organs and bones were not fully developed yet. Thankfully, the Nurse who was about to take their angle to the Incubator room held her right in front of Joan for her to see.
"My Angel," was her last words because Joan began hemorrhaging.
The loss of blood weakening her, causing her heart rate to slow very quickly, and then she slipped into unconsciousness.
A frantic Tony was sent out of the room as they tried to revive his better half, the love of his life.
After two whole days of trying to keep Joan alive, she died at the age of 19 despite the doctor's hard efforts.
Tony was never the same after that. No one had ever seen him so heartbroken. Even his father tried to comfort him, but it couldn't be done. Not by his friends, or his parents, only his little daughter who was the only thing left of Joan.
She had Joan's tan-ish skin. She had Joan's crystal blue eyes. Being around Angel was the only thing that made him feel like Joan was with him. This was their little girl. They had created her. A part of Joan lived in her and Tony vowed to love their child enough for the both of them even though Joan had passed. He would give her the world and more. He would spoil her rotten. He would tell his baby he loved her everyday unlike his father who never spoke the words to him. He was going to try to be the best father in the world, for Joan and his baby girl.
Tony changed Angel's middle name from Stevie to Joan, in honor of her late mother.
He had to fight Joan's parents for the right to keep her. He won.
Tony's parents died in a car crash only a year after he lost Joan.
He became CEO of Stark Industries a year later at the age of 21, bringing his daughter to work 90% of the time.
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Angel Joan Stark is 16 (almost 17 years old, thank you very much)
Yes, you know her, you love her, you see her on the cover on every magazine (Even the stupid tween ones like tiger bop and tween beat).
She's just as smart as her father (maybe even smarter), graduated from MIT a year before her father did. She's a fashion icon, roll model for all of the little brainy girls, and a desire of young boys everywhere. Everyone knows her and loves her. She was just like her father, snarky, sarcastic, but also like her mother, sweet, kind and beautiful. That's why when she was smart ass people thought it was funny and cute; when her dad did it they thought he was an ass. She couldn't blame them; they didn't understand her father like she did.
But even she was having trouble not being angry with her dad right now. He was supposed to be here to accept his award.
Angel was at Casers Palace where the Apogee Award ceremony was being held in a very lavish ballroom. She was dressed in a long, tight, red, strapless dress.
It was stunning with ruffles at the bottom, the only down side was that it was a bitch to try to move in. She had a diamond necklace around her neck that her last boyfriend had bought her.
She was no longer with that boyfriend simply because he bored her. Angel had her father attention span, and if you weren't interesting enough, she didn't pay too much attention to you.
Her dark brown hair was down and curled only a little tonight. It had taken her and her stylist three hours to look the way she looked right now and she had done it all for her dad.
Angel felt stupid for thinking he would show up. She just thought for once her dad would care about something like this. He never cared about anything when it came to work. The only thing he seemed to give a damn about was her, other than that, all he cared about was having a good time.
Angel sighed, now she would have to get up on the stage with Obadiah and accept it.
She didn't mind talking in front of crowd at all, it was something she was used to by the time she was 5, she just hated that she had to when her father should be doing it.
The montage on her father's life was rolling on all of the screens. Currently talking about how the loss of her mother only made Tony determined to be a great father and a great CEO.
Angel's phone buzzed in her hand under the table and she looked at the message her dad had sent to her when she asked him where he was.
"I am where you think I am."
She cursed inwardly knowing that meant he was not going to make it here in time.
"What's the word?" Obadiah whispered to her from his seat.
She looked at him with an apologetic look.
"He answered my questions with vague answer. That tells me he has no plans on showing," Angel said disappointingly.
Her dad would do anything, buy anything, and be anything for her. He was the best dad in the world. Angel knew there was no dad better than her own. She just didn't like how she seemed to be all he actually cared about. Everything else her father did was on his own terms. He was a wild card. You couldn't rely on him for situations like this. You simply just had to hope he felt like showing up.
Today, he clearly didn't.
"As liaison Stark Industry, I've had the unique privilege in serving with a real patriot," Rhodey said and Angel's heart sank.
He was saying such sweet things about her dad and he wasn't even here.
Rhodey (someone she considered to be her uncle), stood at the podium, in his uniform, spot light on him, speaking to this room full of business moguls.
"He is my friend, and he is my great mentor," Rhodey said with pure honesty.
"Damn it, Dad," Angel hissed under her breath.
Rhodey was only doing this because she had told him that Tony would be honored.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to present this year's Apogee Award to Tony Stark!"
The room erupted into applause.
Angel looked around, hoping that her dad would make an unexpected entrance.
He didn't.
When Angel looked back at the stage she could see that Rhodey had the award in his hand.
"Tony?" He called into the microphone looking through the crowd.
His eyes met Obadiah and Angel's table where they set with the board of Stark Industries. An empty seat was to Angel's left and she mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry,' when Rhodey looked at her.
Obadiah just shrugged.
"Come on Angel," Obadiah said in a sigh and stood.
Angel stood and locked his extended arm with hers.
Obadiah was like her grandfather, she had known him since she was a baby and he treated her like she was his granddaughter. She was completely comfortable around him.
She put on her biggest and best smile as they walked onto the stage. Once they were on the stage she unlocked his arm from her and walked toward Rhodey.
"Thank you, Colonel! Obadiah said loudly as Angel gave her uncle Rhodey an apologetic smile before giving him a hug.
"I am so sorry Dad left you hanging like this," She said in a whisper and the clapping died down at Obadiah thanked the crowd.
"It's alright, thanks for coming up here to accept it," He said once she pulled away.
She took the award from him and began listening to what Obadiah was saying. He had just said something that made the crowd laugh.
"I am not but I have the second best thing, his daughter," He gestured for Angel to stand up to the podium and she did with a billion dollar smile on her face.
It was forced but no one could tell. She was in truth pissed with her dad for not being here.
"Hi everybody! Well…This is not the first time I have had to accept an award for my Dad," she said with a laugh and the crowd laughed as well.
"Yeah, but I know my Dad wishes he could be here," Angel was an amazing liar; it was trick she had picked up from her dad.
"If he was, I know he would ramble on about how on honored he felt," the crowd laughed when she talked about Tony rambling.
Because if you ever met Tony you knew he talked at million mills an hour and would jump subject topic in mid-sentence.
"But seriously, he would thank everyone for this amazing award. I want to thank you on his behalf; because it truly is an honor."
It wasn't a lie, her father would thank them, but he would probably insult some people by accident as well.
"Obadiah, would you like to say anything?" Angel asked and he nodded simply and she stepped away from the podium and back to Rhodey.
"Like Angel said, Tony wishes he could be here, but you know, the best thing about Tony is also the worse thing…he's always working."
Obadiah and Angel thanked the crowd again and the ceremony ended.
She, Obadiah, and Rhodey all stood together by their table as people made their way for the exit doors.
"I really am sorry, Uncle Rhodey. I thought he would show," Angel said for the millionth time.
"It's fine, I'm used to it, I'm just sorry you two came for nothing," Rhodey said.
"Don't worry about it, I had a good time, the wine was excellent," Obadiah promised him.
"And I didn't mind coming either, it's not too often I get to come to Vegas," Angel said.
She didn't mind coming, she did mind getting dressed up for nothing. Angel loved getting dressed up, but she hated when it was for no good reason. If she knew her dad wasn't coming she would have worn something more comfortable.
"I'm going to head on home," Obadiah said in a sigh and then he put his hand on Angel's shoulder, "Sweetheart, you will be sure your dad makes it tomorrow, right?"
She nodded.
"I promise, we'll make it, even if I have to drag his ass there," Angel assured him and he laughed.
"Good girl, I'll see you later," he said and gave her a quick hug, she hugged him back.
"Bye," she told him when he pulled away and he waved before making his way for the exit.
"Here Rhodey, I want you to give the award to him, maybe he'll feel more guilty about it," she said and handed the award to him.
Rhodey laughed.
"It's not in your father's DNA to feel guilty," he said and Angel laughed.
"Want me to walk you to your limo," he asked her.
"Sure," she told him and they made their way for the exit doors.
When they reached the lobby, a crowd of people were saying Tony Stark was gambling in the casino.
Mad as ever, Angel began heading there with Rhodey right behind her.
Angel got stopped by security, and even after she swore she wouldn't gamble, they wouldn't let her in. Rhodey had to say he was in the air force and would be sure to keep an eye on her just for security to let Angel in. She was walking much faster than Rhodey simply because she was angrier. Angel left Rhodey far behind her once she spotted a crowd of people surrounding the Craps table.
She could hear her dad cheering with the crowd after he made a good call.
When she made her way to the front of the crowd, she saw her Dad in a horrible outfit, red glassed sun glasses, hair slicked back. Angel was mortified because he looked like a 60's tv host dooshbag. What made her sick to her stomach was when she saw the young girl right in front of him, her hand on his chest, only inches away from him.
Angel guessed she was around 23, too young for her dad.
She couldn't understand why this woman wanted him so much with how he was dressed.
His security guards moved aside to let her through.
"We should stay till morning," Tony told the girl and Angel rolled her eyes.
"Dad," she called in a dull tone.
Both of their heads shot in Angel's direction. The girl blushed and went a little wide eyed and Tony just smiled awkwardly at his daughter and gently pushed the girl away from him.
He took a few steps toward Angel with open arms.
"Hello, Sweetie. You look amazing, just like your mother," he said quickly and gave her a hug; she ignored his complements when she pulled away from him.
"Did you forget where you were supposed to be?" She snapped at him and gestured to the table.
"I'm here; this is where I'm supposed to be. I know you're not supposed to be here. How did you get in? Your 16 you're not old enough-
"Dad! Rhodey was counting on you," she scolded and Rhodey finally caught up to her and looked at Tony.
"I know and I'm here," Tony said obviously.
It was clear now he did care enough to show up, he just didn't care to remember what time he was supposed to be here.
"You are unbelievable," Rhodey told him.
"Oh no," Tony groaned.
"Did Angel rope you into this? We have plenty of time before-
"No one roped me into anything," Rhodey cut him off and Angel stepped aside so they could face each other.
"I'm sorry," her dad said with a smile, knowing damn well he had probably missed the award ceremony.
"Angel, Obadiah, and all of the award committee told me that if I presented you with an award that you'd be deeply honored," Rhodey told him.
"Of course Id' be deeply honored. And it's you, that's great," Tony told him simply.
"So when do we do it?" Tony asked but then told the person dealing he was going one more round.
"Right here," Rhodey said and pulled the award from behind his back.
"Here you go," Rhodey added and Tony looked back at him and down at the award.
"There it is. That was easy," he said with a smile.
"I hope you're happy, I had to accept for you with Obadiah," Angel complained.
"And I love you for doing that for me, seriously honey," he promised and held out his right arm for her to come stand by him.
She sighed and stood beside him, giving a girl in orange who was gawking at her dad a bitchy smirk.
Angel hated the women her Dad tended to 'like.' They were all easy women who had no standers.
Pepper, her dad's assistant, but someone who was like a mom to Angel, said after Joan died that her dad slipped back into his old ways. He simply was looking for a 'good time' to have with any woman that was pretty enough. It wasn't her dad's fault; after her mom died he never really cared to look for love again. But a few years ago, she could finally see the way Pepper and her dad would flirt with each other. Ever since then, she's secretly been rooting for them to get together. Pepper was sweet, and the one person besides Rhodey and herself who really honestly cared about him.
"I'm sorry," Tony said to Rhodey.
"And I'm sorry you got all dressed up for nothing," he added and kissed Angel's temple.
"It's okay," her and Rhodey almost said in the same 'you've done this to use a million times' sigh.
Tony took the award he had and looked at it as if was a simple toy.
"Wow! Would you look at that? That's something else. I don't have any of those floating around," he said sarcastically and handed the award to the girl in black Angel had seen her pressed against her dad.
"Dad," Angel complained, worrying the gold digger would run off with the award and sell it on ebay.
"Don't worry," Tony said and looked at the girl, "You won't run off with it will you?"
He asked and the girl batted her eyelashes and shook her head.
"Good, because if you did, I'm sure if my security guards didn't get you, my daughter sure as hell would," he said with a laugh and he grabbed the dice off the table.
He bent over the table and pushed a whole bunch of betting chips forward. It was times like this where Angel realized they were so lucky to be rich.
"Alright we're gonna let it ride," he called once he leaned back up.
"Sweetheart, do one thing for me, blow on this," he said and held up his hand that had the dice in it.
"Dad no," Angel said firmly.
He looked so stupid, who actually blew on the dice anymore?
"Come on, please-
"No-
"I'll never ask again-
"No-
"Please-
"Dad no-
"Please it's for good luck-
"UGH FINE," Angel groaned and huffed one quick breathe of air on his hand.
"Someone's has an attitude," Tony commented and turned to the girl in black
"Give me a hand, will you? Angel here may have just dammed it instead of blessing it. Give me a little something – something," Tony said and she gave a seductive look at him and blew a slow breath on his hand.
"Dear God," Angel said under her breath in annoyance and disgust.
"Okay, you too," Tony said and turned toward Rhodey.
Angel laughed for once at the grossed out look on Rhodey's face.
"I don't blow on a man's dice," he told him.
"Come on, honey bear!" Tony teased.
Rhodey couldn't put up with it anymore and knocked the dice out of his hand, sending it hurtling toward the table.
"There it is! Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes rolls! And…"
Tony trilled off as they waited to see what the dice number would be.
"Two Craps! Line away," the dealer called and Angel laughed.
"That's what happens," Rhodey said simply with a shrug.
"How much money did you just lose," she asked her dad whose arm was still around her.
"That is not important right now. Worse things have happened. I think we're going to be fine. Color me up, Willam," Angel laughed a little at her dad's lack of gambling ability.
He was a really sucky gambler, but that was because he had nothing to lose.
oOo
"Dad, listen to me, we have to leave early tomorrow-
"Why didn't you bring your security guards? We have them for a reason, honey. I don't like that you came here unprotected," Tony said, cutting her off as they were heading for the exit through the lobby.
"I don't' need protection. I'm a black belt in karate because you made me take it since I was eight. If anything, people need protection from me," she said quickly trying to get back to the point.
"You can't sleep till noon Dad we have to get on the plane at-
"I know you're a black belt but I still don't' want you to think that makes you invincible. Bring your security guards with you next time you go anywhere."
Her Dad had always been a worrywart when it came to her.
"Okay, Dad, whatever, will you listen to me now?"
She asked in an irritated voice.
"I've been listening," he said as if that was obvious, Angel just sighed, trying to contain her annoyance.
"Listen to, Angel, Tony. She's the only reason I'm positive you'll make it to the plane tomorrow," Rhodey said.
He stood to Tony's right while Angel had her arm locked with her dad's left. The security guards were trailing right behind them.
"I will. I always listen to her," Tony promised.
"When it comes to your work you don't," Angel pointed out.
"I do when it counts," he argued and she just sighed.
"This is where I exit," Rhodey said and Tony shook his hand.
"Bye," Angel called.
"Make sure you two aren't late tomorrow," Rhodey said to Angel and she nodded.
"You can count on it," Tony said and Rhodey just looked at Angel for conformation.
"I will," he promised and Rhodey made his way toward his own car.
"I still cannot fathom why people trust you over me," Tony said and Angel laughed.
"Because I actually fall through on what I say I'll do," she said and he placed his hand on his heart as if he was offended.
"I fall through for people," he said.
"Yeah, days later when you care to remember," Angel said in a laugh.
Tony did not reply because he had noticed a man dressed up as Caesar as he took some pictures with tourists.
"Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's. Here you go," her Dad said simply and just gave the award to the random guy.
"Dad!" Angel shrieked in shock.
Even though he didn't think the award was a big deal, she did.
"Oh come on! You'll get one in twenty years," Tony said dismissively and hurried his daughter out the door.
"You realize he's just going to sell the thing," she asked angrily.
"Of course, then hopefully, he will no longer have to be an ugly looking Caesar," Tony said simply.
She groaned as they walked into the parking lot.
This night really was a waist.
"You want to ride home with me or in your own limo," Tony asked and before Angel could answer they heard someone calling both of their names.
Angel groaned inwardly.
She could recognize a reporter's call since she was five. They all had the same annoying tone.
Angel unhooked her arm from her father's and turned around to see a young blonde woman, she was probably in her late twenties.
"I'm sorry but no interview tonight," Angel said in a dull voice which showed she wasn't sorry at all.
She just wanted to go home, take a bath, and get some rest.
They had to get up early in the morning for a long flight and then after that, give a weapon presentation with her father.
She and Tony had spent at least 6 months building the Jericho. It was the first weapon the entire board of Stark Industries approved of. They had showed them great weapons before, but the board simply wouldn't accept them because Angel was so young. She had started making weapons with her father from the age of ten. It was a secret at the time, but when she turned thirteen, she and her father began trying to persuade the bored that Angel was a genius and to forget the small fact that she was just thirteen.
Of course, they wouldn't, but what the board doesn't know is that a few of 'Tony's' best weapons were made by both himself and his daughter. It was this year; they finally decided Angel at least appeared to be old enough and responsible enough for the weapon to be approved was her first time presenting a weapon; she was very proud and wanted to prove to everyone she wasn't just a teenager whose dad taught her a way with weapons.
"I'm Christine Everheart. Vanity Fair magazine. Can I please ask you both couple of questions?"
Angel sighed, reporters were bad, but when they were desperate they were dreadful to deal with. She would have to speak with her though, simply because Angel had been on the cover of Vanity Fair just last year.
"Is she cute?"
Angel heard her dad ask Hogan, his long time friend, body guard, and driver.
"Are you serious," Angel asked in a whispered hiss as she whirled around.
She knew her father liked woman…liked them a lot, but did he have to try to flirt with a girl now?
"Of course I am-
"Dad!
"She's alright," Hogan said.
"Good God," Angel muttered as her father turned around with a bright smile.
He shook the girl's hand and Angel forced a smile and shook hers as well.
"Okay, shoot," Tony said.
"Miss Stark, you first. Some say you're too young and or irresponsible to be creating these weapons with your father. What is your opinion on the matter?"
Angel was used to this question by now; it had been coming ever since Stark Industries announced it to the public.
"Firstly, I'm turning 17 in a few months and lots of young people have done monumental things at young ages. My favorite being, Alexander the Great. He conquered all of the known word to Greeks, not to mention he founded his first colony at the young age of 17 as to being irresponsible, I don't see it. Just because I party with some of my girlfriends on the weekends, it doesn't make me irresponsible. I don't drink, I don't do drugs, and I graduated from MIT months ago. I call myself a lot more responsible compared to most teenagers."
The statement was not a lie, she had never drank, or done drugs. It was simply because she had more respect for herself then most girls, and because her father would be disappointed in her.
It was Ironic, for someone who didn't have respect for himself at all, she would hate if she ever lose his respect at all.
"Okay, what do you think about getting into the business so young- Bringing death at such a young-
"Okay that uncall-
"No, Dad. I can handle it," Angel said and gave a smirk at Christine.
"What you call 'bringing death,' I call trying to protect the American people and its soldiers, and I consider it to be an honor to even attempt to do so," Angel said firmly.
She believed this. Yes, sometime, the thoughts of all the lives her family's name had destroyed bothered her. But...every time she ever thought of all the death they brought, she had to reminded herself they were trying to bring peace- they were trying to protect the soldiers. That was a good thing.
"Very well spoken for your age," Christine said with an impressed smile.
Angel just nodded, irritated with this woman for her annoying questions and for her father being interested in her.
"Now, Mr. Stark, You've been called the da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?"
Angel was already smiling because she knew what her father would say.
"Absolutely ridiculous. I don't paint."
Angel let out a small laugh. They had the same sense of humor.
"What about your other name? 'The Merchant of Death?'
"Sounds kick ass to me," Angel said and Tony laughed.
"Yeah, doesn't sound bad at all," her father agreed.
They could both already tell what kind of reporter this girl was and Angel didn't have much patience for a reporter who would only point out what she thought was wrong with them and what place they held in the world.
Angel was leaving, and knowing that this woman got on her dad's nerves just as much as hers, she thought it was safe to leave him alone with her.
"Dad, I'm going to go ahead and head home," Angel whispered to him and he nodded.
"Alright. Take some of my guards, and be safe," Tony said and gave her a quick hug.
"Make her want to pull her hair out, please, before I do it myself," Angel whispered and Tony laughed.
"I intend to," he said and Angel deiced to ignore the fact that her dad sounded smug.
"Have a goodnight, Mrs. Everheart," Angel said with a smirk before she began to walk away toward her own limo.
"Hogan, go with, Angel."
Tony ordered and Angel groaned.
She thought he would simply forget that he told her to take some of the body guards.
Angel kept waking, hoping she would at least be a few feet in front of him, but he quickly hurried to her side.
"I'm sorry, Miss Angel. I know how much you hate being looked after," he said and she gave him a reassuring smile.
"It's not your fault. It's my dad who's over protective," she said.
"Oh, and thanks for telling him the chick was cute," Angel said sarcastically and he laughed a little.
"Sorry. He asked, I answered, and if it helps, next time I'll ask you if you want me to say she's ugly," Hogan promised.
"Please do," Angel said with a laugh, they had reached her limo and her cute driver, David, got out of the car.
David had dark brown hair; he was extremely tall and extremely well built. Angel had chosen him for sexy looks alone…she regretted nothing.
"Go drive Mr. Stark's car," Hogan ordered.
Angel frowned; she loved watching David's green eyes look her over in the rearview mirror.
"Can't you just be a passenger for once," Angel asked and Hogan scoffed.
"Not in my nature," Hogan said and Angel half laughed and sighed.
They walked to the car door and David opened the door.
"Thank you, David," Angel said and Hogan looked disapprovingly at him.
"Habit, Sir," David explained and Hogan just sighed as he walked to the driver's side.
"Sorry about him. He likes his job," Angel said with an awkward laugh.
She didn't like David. She hasn't liked anyone in too long, but she did like making out with cute boys.
"I like my job too," David said with a wink and Angel smirked at him.
Angel made sure Hogan was in the car before she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him into a lust filled kiss. He kissed her back just as forcefully, and when they pulled apart Angel's heart was racing. He looked so stunned, but also turned on, it was adorable.
Angel smirked at him. She had picked the right driver.
"I'll…see you around, David," she said before ducking into the car as if nothing had happened.
Angel closed the car door and she saw Hogan's look of amusement/loathing in the rearview mirror.
"I think your dad may have seen that," Hogan said and she shrugged.
That meant Tony would probably fire him, she didn't care. David had been a great kisser, but she figured she could find someone better and sexier.
"Oh well. Nice knowing, David, then," Angel said with a laugh.
Maybe the night wasn't a compete waist. The kiss, the look of shock and lust on David's face, was worth it.
Now she needed to get home and prepare for tomorrow.