(Warnings: Mentions of bullying!)

Tony watched as you walked into the Tower, your head down and your shoulders slumped. He knew you were hiding something from him. He'd been watching you walk into the Tower from his window every day for months, but the minute you saw him, you put on a fake smile. Whenever he asked you what was wrong, you'd always answer with the same thing. "I'm fine, Dad. Just a little tired from practice today." Then, you'd turn and leave the room.

Tony heard your steps coming down the hall, so he quickly pushed away from the window and rolled his chair back to the table. "Hey, kiddo. How was school today?" You licked your lips, a tell tale sign you were about to lie to him. You didn't even realize you did it. "It was fine. Scored a few goals in practice today." Tony smiled. "That's my girl. Let me get cleaned up and we can talk about your day, okay?" You nodded slowly and turned to walk out of the room. Tony noticed you limping slightly.

"You alright, Sweetpea?" he asked. You stopped and suddenly tensed. "Yeah. I'm good. I guess I overdid it at practice." Without waiting to hear his response, you practically ran from the room and into the elevator. Tony shook his head. He had to find out what was going on with you. He didn't realize that he would soon find out, and not in the best way. Meanwhile, you had made it to your room and were examining the bruise on your leg. Luckily, you could just pass it off as a soccer incident. Deep down, you wished that was the case.

The truth was, you'd been being bullied. Bullied by your peers and even a couple of your teammates. You didn't even know why. It could have had something to do with the fact that you kept to yourself. People tended not to like that. They thought the quiet ones had it easy, even though you worked just as hard as they did, if not more so. After all, you had big shoes to fill. You kept that part a secret though.

That Friday, you had another game and, for once, Tony was able to make it, along with the rest of the team. He didn't let you know that. He wanted to surprise you and surprised you were. "Dad? Uncle Steve? Aunt Wanda? What are you guys doing here?" you asked, your voice not only laced with surprise but a bit of fear as well. "We wanted to surprise you, kiddo! I haven't seen you play all season!" Tony announced, opening his arms for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist. "Thanks, Dad." He smiled and kissed the top of your head. "No problem. Now go do what you need to do to get ready." You nodded and dashed off to the locker room. "Wanda?"

Wanda nodded and stealthily followed you, Natasha not far behind. Tony had an ulterior motive. He really did want to watch your game, but he had to know what was happening with you. Why you were lying to him. A couple minutes later, Wanda returned. "You're not going to like it, Stark," she said. Tony darted off in the direction Wanda came from and found out she was right. He didn't like it. There you were, surrounded by a group of your classmates, including a teammate. They were taking turns shoving you and lobbing insults. You were doing your best to fight back, but you really didn't want to hurt anyone.

For a moment, Tony saw red, but then he realized that if he went in there in protective father mode, it would only make things worse for you in the long run. So instead, he decided to play it cool. "Hey, guys. Is this a new game I'm unaware of?" The pushing immediately stopped at the sound of an adult voice. They backed away, revealing your shaking form. He flashed a smile. "Hey, Sweetpea! How's it going?"

Your classmates' eyes went wide. Tony met your gaze and you realized what he was doing. "Hi, Dad," you whispered and then louder, "I'm glad you could make it." You pushed passed your peers and into Tony's waiting arms. "Thanks, Dad," you said so only he could hear you. "Wait! Y/N! Your dad is THE Tony Stark?!" You smirked and turned around to face them again. "Yep. And have you met my family? My Uncle Steve? My Aunt Natasha?" Their eyes grew even wider.

"Come on, ladies! Let's go! We've got a game to win!" the coach suddenly called out. Tony turned and lead you away, the rest of the team following, but Natasha stayed behind. She slowly turned to face the group. "If I ever find out you've been bullying Y/N again, your families and the school with find out about it," she threatened before following after the rest of your little group.

As you played your game, you could hear your dad in the stands. "Alright, Y/N! That's my girl!" The team cheered the loudest out of any parent there, especially Thor who screamed even louder than the coach when your team scored the winning goal. When the game was over, you ran off the field to join your family. "Great job, Y/N. Now, how about we celebrate with a pizza party at the Tower?" You nodded eagerly. You got in the car with Tony and, after a few minutes, you asked, "Dad? How did you know?" He smirked and replied, "You can't hide things from your dad. I always notice when something's wrong with you. You're my little girl after all."