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Sunshine
Chapter One: Over the Rainbow
Dahliana Maria Stark: 10
Peter Parker: 10
Damian Wayne: 10
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Stark Household | Queens NY
Mid Summer
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"What on earth do you think you are doing?" A flicker of emotion flashes through Damian's eyes and his brows furrow. "I can't distinguish a single piece in your painting."
Dahlia lightly pushed him out of her workspace and turned her easel around, away from his prying eyes while carefully avoiding the small labrador at their feet playing with a toy pizza.
She's a chubby blonde lab Dahliana begged her dad for weeks to own. All Ava does is eat, nap, and repeat. Ava also loves to eat the grass and acorns she finds in the yard. Dahlia gives a sigh and a shake of her head.
"I'm not done yet, that's why! Don't look yet." She grumbles, fixing the clips at the bottom of the page to keep the wind from tearing her masterpiece off the stand.
Nothing he did could ruin her smile. Dahalia orchestrated their third "play date" as she liked to call it much to Damian's annoyance in order to get to know him better. She already knew he needed something to keep and catch his attention so to make things interesting she created a bet. Whoever created the better picture got to have the loser do and or participate in anything the winner wants. For Dahlia that meant doing anything Disney related.
Dahlia's tongue pokes out in concentration. Her Stitch still looks more like a giant fluff ball instead of the cute alien dog she fell in love with while Lilo just looks like a red and brown triangle. She just doesn't understand how she can see the two characters so perfectly in her head but can't transfer them onto the paper. The sky didn't even look like a sky.
Frustrated, she dipped her paintbrush in the water cup sitting on the stool on her left. Maybe she didn't clean her brush enough. That's why Stitch looks like a blob. She could possibly clean up the edges with water like it does her brush.
"If your tool is dripping wet the paper will just deteriorate." Damian didn't glance up from his own artwork. He opted for colored pencils rather than the paint Dahlia heavily insisted on. Her words: being messier is always better.
He rolled his eyes and told Pennyworth & Happy to set up the background with easels and paints to entertain the child. She had blown a raspberry at him in response. Childish, was his response with a quick eye roll that almost went unnoticed. She replied back with a simple whine of, You're not that much older than me!
"Don't worry about my brushes being clean, Damian. Worry about how you're going to be able to top my painting." She swiped her paintbrush across to create a cloud, white paint splattering across her face. Ava jumps in the air to try and catch the droplets that fly through the air in her mouth.
Dahlia laughs and tosses her paint brush onto the self of the easel before rubbing her hands behind the chubby blonde's ears. "Who's a good dog?" Dahliana coos with a wide smile.
Damian glances at her, emerald eyes sharp but clouded in amusement. "I do not have to worry about anything." He smirks. "My drawing will be immensely better than your glob of art." His left hand holds a gray colored pencil that once had a sharp point to a dull rounded end. "Stop coddling her as well. You encourage bad behavior that way."
Dahlia let his comment be ignored with a roll of her eyes. She may not be the best artist in her class but she's better than Pete so that has to account for something. "She needs love! Don't change the subject either! You're just jealous of my skills again." She heard his signature tutt leave his lips but paid him no attention. Jumba isn't the right kind of purple and that is a much more pressing matter.
Ava yelps, tail wagging and paws swiping at her bare feet and trying to climb up her white sundress, as Dahlia reaches for dark purple paint tube laying in the grass.
"Ava, stop it." Damian barks, moving to Dahlia's side to stand over her (their) dog. Paint brush poised and pointed towards the dog's pink nose.
Dahlia gently pushes his paint brush away from the dog. "Damian, be nice! She's just a baby that wants attention." She glares and he glares back. Nose tip to nose tip, neither one willing to give up on their stance.
"She will not learn discipline if you do not train her, Stark."
"She won't have love if you don't give it to her, Wayne. You are her dog dad and you have to show her you care." Dahlia's hand slowly creeps towards the tube of paint.
Damian clicks his tongue and crosses his arm. "I will not have an untrained dog attached to my name."
"I won't have an unloved dog attached to my name either. She isn't causing any harm."
"An untrained dog reflects poorly on their owner. I cannot accept ownership for this dog if she goes untrained."
"You're a mean dad!" Dahlia yells, squeezing the purple tube of paint in an attempt to drown Damian's shirt in a mess. Unfortunately for her, Damian has fast reflexes and jerks back and to the side while simultaneously grabbing the purple tube out of her hand.
His eyes narrow. She pouts over the fact that her paint fight was so quickly avoided. "I am not going to participate in such -'' Damian tilts his head slightly to the side to avoid an onslaught of blue paint to the face.
Dahlia scoops up another handful of paint, a huge toothy grin spreading across her face. "Afraid of getting a little dirty, Wayne? "
"If you think I will snoop down to that level then you are sadly mistaken, Stark." He tilts his chin up and folds his hands behind his back, practically daring her to challenge him in her eyes.
"Fine by me. I have no problem completely destroying you in a paint fight." She tosses her paint mixture only for Damian to dodge it with ease once more. Ava barks and wags her tail, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. "Just shows you that Stark's always win." A mischievous smile made its way across her face. "And Wayne's will always lose."
Damian saunters over to her with a calm, cool, and collected demeanor. "I do not lose anything. Especially against a Stark." He sneers and squeezes a bright red tube of paint onto her chest and stomach.
Dahlia lets out a battle cry and cackles with laughter. Trying to gather up paint as she runs away with Ava at her heels. "Bring it on, Wayne!"
Scooping up the dog toy shaped like a pepperoni pizza, Damian bolts after the short brown haired girl that is currently making a break for the toy house sitting in the far right corner of the yard.
"We need to get to safety Ava! Hurry!" Dahliana laughs, slightly tripping over her bare feet.
Dahlia throws and squirts out the tubes of paint over her shoulders as she runs. Laughing every time she looks back. "How do you run so fast?" She makes a move to slide to the left and head towards the screen doors of the house but Damian is faster and shuts the door on her. Ava begins to run between them back and forth, barking and jumping and occasionally falling over her own feet.
He intercepts her faster than she anticipated. He whirls her around and pins her arms to her sides with one arm.
She attempts to throw the rest of her paints, only managing to hit him in the knee, before turning around in his arms in an attempt to escape. Kicking her feet up against the glass in an attempt to push him flat onto his back but he's like a brick wall. Unmovable and sturdy. His arm, much too muscular for their age, wraps around her midsection, locking down her arms to her chest in one swift move.
Damian waves the toy pizza with his free hand in the air and whistles. Ava halts.
"Don't you dare! That's not fair! You're bribing her to be on your team." Dahlia huffs, feeling utterly betrayed by her own dog.
Damian smiles in that irritatingly smug way Dahlia absolutely loathes "I believe it is called using your resources."
Dahlia tries to thrash in his arms to make him fall backwards once again but he's just as immovable as before. Damian easily limits her mobility while sticking one of his feet between the two of hers; he did a quick swipe that caused her to tumble onto the ground between the glass screen and his feet.
With a sharp whistle to get Ava's attention, Damian tossed the stuffed pizza toy high in the air before it landed in the middle of Dahlia's stomach. The blonde labrador did not hesitate to attack its owner's stomach. Ava claws at her owner's dress in an attempt to grab the toy.
"You fight dirty." Dahlia grumbles, pushing the clawing dog off of her. "And you're a traitor, Ava."
Damian towers over her, unleashing green and yellow paint onto her head. "I wasn't taught to fight fair. I was taught to win." He smirks.
"I think I might hate you a little bit, Wayne." Dahlia sighs and flops onto her back in the grass. Ava occasionally bumps her head against Dahlia's with the pizza.
"And I'm starting to think these gatherings of yours are a bad idea. Honestly, can you two be together without causing a mess or a need for a deep cleaning?" Pepper shakes her head as she motions for Ava to run inside.
Dahlia smiles sheepishly, "Sorry, mama. It just kinda happened by accident."
"It always just 'kinda happens' with you. No matter who is involved. Come on. I'll have Happy hose you two down."
Damian lips did a slight twist that had Dahlian laughing all over again.
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Outtake / Unfinished Works
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Cheadle's Pet Sanctuary
Two Weeks After The Funeral
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"But, daddy, she's so cute and chunky." Dahlia tugs on her father's hand, trying to get him closer to the blonde four month old lab.
"No, she's yappy and will shed." Tony doesn't budge in where he stands, physically or mentally. Instead, he opts to stand by the door of the pet store with Happy while Pepper walks around towards the back. The lab barked louder in response.
"What about a hamster, Dahlia? They're less responsibility and less work. The brown one looks like she's ready for a new home." The strawberry blonde kneels in front of a glass case, motioning for the brown haired nine year old to follow her.
Dahlia pouts, standing on the tip toes of her flats to lean over the wall of the playpen to look at the lab closer. "But look at her, she's the cutest and so soft."
Damian strolled to her side, glancing down at the dog with uninterested eyes. "She is obviously unhealthy, Dahlia. She won't live as long if we don't get her down to a suitable weight."
Dahliana beams. "See, dad, Damian thinks we should get her too!"
"I don't believe he said that." Tony sighs, sounding exasperated but the small smile on his face betrays him."Go try looking at the rat that Potts wants you to have."
Dahliana hums in response. "In Damian talk that means we should get her so we should get her. I want to name her Lilo."
Damian snorts and reaches his hand down to rub the yellow lab's head. "You cannot name everything after that ridiculous child's cartoon." The dog yips as if to agree and Dahlia coos. "Ava, I believe, fits her much better."
"Dad, we got a name for her! Ava! Ava Stark-Wayne! It's perfect." Dahliana leans over the pen to reach down to hold the brown eyed lab, almost toppling over in the process. The only thing steadying her is her new friend's reflexes were quick enough to yank on the back of her shirt.
"Well, Tony, I guess you're getting a dog." Pepper laughed and Tony paled.
"Did…did she Stark - Wayne? As if they're sharing a dog? Like parents?" Tony blanched, blinking several times.
"They'll get married before you know it. Congratulations, Sir. Dahlia's first boyfriend." Happy claps him on the shoulder with a holler of laughter. "You're a grandpa now too."
"Happy...I will not hesitate to fire you."
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Stark Industries | Mid Summer
Two Days after the Wayne's Left Queens
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"Her name is Ava Stark-Wayne. Don't you like it?" Dahlia picks the blonde lab up and shoves Ava's face into Peter's. Dahlia awed when Ava attacked Peter's face with wet kisses.
The two nine year olds currently stay in the state of the art day care within the Stark Tower when Aunt May and Pepper are unavailable to watch them. At the moment they were the only two kids signed up for this particular day care despite what seemed like an endless row of cubby holes.
"Why does she have two last names?" Peter hesitantly stretched his hand towards the yapping dog, barely being contained in his best friend's hands.
Dahlia smiles and sets Ava back into her pink playpen, sensing that Peter is a bit nervous of the rambunctious puppy. "Damian helped me pick her out and take her home so we shared her. Today he sent her a collar. Wanna see? It's so cute and it's even Disney!"
Without waiting for a response, Dahlia races towards her mickey mouse backpack, pulling out random objects and strewing them across the floor much to the daycare teacher's dismay.
Peter quietly shuffles behind her, adjusting his glasses occasionally.
"Look, he picked out a pink Minnie Mouse collar with a matching tag that says all of our names! Isn't that cool, Pete?"
"Yeah, that's cool but Dahliana...But, um, who is Damian?"
Dahlia gives him a sheepish and apologetic look. "Damian Wayne. I met him a while ago and we've been hanging out a lot when he's in town. His dad has been working with my dad on some big project." Dahlia grabs Peter's hands in his in a rush, speaking at such a high speed that Peter barely kept up. "But don't worry! You will still be my very best friend that I love until the end of time!"
Unknown to her, a huge weight was lifted off of Peter Parker's chest. Relief clouded his mind and new air swept into his lungs. "Don't worry, Dayday. I know we'll stay together."
Dahlia gave his hand a tight squeeze before letting go. "Let's go see if we can walk Ava. She needs to get to know her godfather better!"
Go-Sip News: Stars are just likes us
Tony scrolls through the screen on the tablet, tuning out the screams and barking from the hallways. A scene he unfortunately sees as becoming the new normal for his small family.
"Tony, last minute ideas and half - assed attempts aren't going to cut it this time. We need to start working on a game plan. The public is against you on this and so will the court." Pepper paces back and forth in front of the arm chairs situated in front of his desk, hands waving with angry sighs.
Tony Stark and his newly found daughter, Dahliana Maria Stark have been spotted dog shopping with Damian Wayne during custody battles. He must be feeling pretty confident to buy her a puppy.
Or, he could just be trying to buy the girl's love. It's not like he's family friendly. Sure, he's somewhat with his former assistant but who knows how long that will last. Once a playboy, always a playboy. It would take a miracle for him to be able to win joint custody, let alone full custody.
Nasty court drama aside, just look at how cute Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne's kids look! Walking side by side and taking turns holding the dogs. I swear that's the closest I have seen the son of Wayne get even close to smiling.
Dahliana Wayne seems to be following in her father's footsteps real quick despite being with him for only a year. There has been no sign for her childhood friend that is usually at her side. Leaving the poor everyday friends for the elite in a snap. What exactly is Tony teaching her by having her choose her friends based on wealth?
Hopefully Tony will only be granted joint custody. I can't see him as a loving doting parent. Especially when it comes to teaching her from right or wrong. He can barely follow the law himself.
The man just doesn't have what it takes. The kid should stay with the mom and Stark sends her child support. Problem solved.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Marvel or DC or the songs used in these chapters. Just my OC and minor plot points involving her.
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