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Daddy’s Little Girl Request for littlewave500 A/N: Co-written by Blossom. “I would like it to be a Dad Tony story, where the Reader is between 8 to 10 years old. She has been kidnapped by somebody. I don't know much else about the rest of the storyline only that the reader is scared but knows that her dad will come to rescue her.” Being the child of a billionaire was fun. Hard at times, but fun. For one thing, having everything you ever dreamed of right in front of you was a great feeling. The downside, though, were the people who called you selfish and spoiled. You had to admit, you were spoiled, especially for a ten yea

Colossus made it his personal mission to never question what Deadpool was doing. Chances are, the horribly scarred man was up to something that was a combination of dangerous, stupid, and just plain horrible. As in, it was a horrible idea. As in, he had no business doing whatever it is he was doing. But did Colossus question it? No. This, however, was the exception. “...Vhere did you find dat child?” His deep voice rumbled across the flat, garnering the mutant’s attention. He didn’t say much, just bounced the kid currently bundled up in a bloody blanket and squawking away, like most babies did. The man shrugged, plo

 Wade had stayed next to you for the next three days, only bothering to get food and water for you. You didn’t respond to anything except for sustenance and bathroom breaks. Not a word was said past your lips in between bouts of silence and crying. He was breaking down inside, unable to help you break free of this semi-catatonic stage. Natasha had stayed the first day, thinking being around a woman would help. It did nothing to you. So she left, and Wade was sitting around in a depressed state. He tried jokes, serious conversations, obvious statements... not a single response! Growling, the mercenary stood up and glanced at your curled

 Sighing slightly, you laid your head against the cool window. Your father would be home soon, and it put a damper on your good spirits. The entire week had been spent with Wade, having fun. For once, happiness had filled you up. It was weird, in a way, to feel such safety and security with a man. He made you laugh, helped you smile. And he wouldn’t stop flirting, in a tasteful fashion. Your heart would flutter at the mere thought of him. However, he had to leave yesterday to do his job. He didn’t say much, only promised to be back soon. You hoped he was. Standing up, you made sure the entire house was clean and supper was. The do

 You woke up, feeling more excited than you have in years. The reason why was not only the weekend, but the fact your abusive father would be gone for the next week. It was selfish to say, but you wouldn’t deny the fact you hoped he would never come back. Ignoring the many cuts and scars on your (s/c) body, you dressed for the chilly air. It was around one so you headed to the library. Books allowed you to escape the dismal entirety of existence, and blocked the pain. Your mother had often read to you when you were little. Wade glanced out his window, bored as hell. Fury had ‘promised’ the mercenary a full week’s vaca