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You saw a glimpse of the blush that constantly adorned the soldier's face, due to you. It was fun being flirty when the repercussions were slim to none.
Not to mention eye candy isn't that bad.
Speaking of eye candy, the sour stack of papers stared you down while the pool and all your friends and coworkers partied upstairs. They were all upstairs. You didn't need to hide. You sped through the rest of the papers finishing them faster than Pietro could possibly ruin the stack. Now time for food.
"Jarvis~" you cooed into the silence of the den.
"Yes, [y/n]?"
You were the only one he wasn't programmed to talk to with formalities. Or so you told everyone with a shrug. You just didn't want to be put on a pedestal when you were in the same boat. "What food are they lacking at the party? Desserts?"
"They have plenty of sweets."
"Drinks?"
"Mr. Stark has left no expense up paid for the best offered."
"Mr. Stark should account for informing his secretary of unauthorized purchases." Jarvis hummed in agreement. "Pigs in a blanket?"
"I see no pigs in any sort of wrapped in any clothe," Jarvis rang with what little sass he picked up from Tony. You rolled your eyes. "I understand you mean the food. That is currently not on the buffet table."
"What kind of pool party doesn't have weenies?!" You exclaimed while prepping the franks and dough. No one would miss the never made croissants from this morning.
"I see you do like the weenies." Jarvis snapped back. Okay, note to self, Jarvis is basically voice from above Tony with an accent.
As soon as the weenies wrapped in dough were in the oven, you had some time to kill. Just enough time to head down stairs and change. "Jarvis, be sure to tell me when it beeps or else they'll burn."
"Of course. Otherwise, no one would eat your incredibly appetizing cuisine."
"If only I'd known you thought so highly of my cooking. Maybe I'll make you cookies sometime." You stepped out into your room and ran to the closet. When you'd arrived Pepper had filled the room with clothes she thought you'd need, swim suits among those necessities. It was also blatantly obvious that Tony had no say in her choices, considering half of them were bikinis and would show your "scar."
With some digging and persistence, you came across the perfect suit. A 40s inspired bikini. It had a high-waisted bottom that would easily cover your scar and you could still look attractive. The sailor accents would just add to your amusement when it came to your 40s veterans, but that's definitely not the reason you chose it.
"[y/n], the weenies are almost perfectly cooked." Jarvis interrupted your plan of excuses to Tony. He'll understand.
You changed, grabbed a towel, and slipped on a cover up, for modesty's sake. It wasn't sheer like most cover ups. It just did as it said, covered you up. You grabbed the pigs in a blanket and nicely set them on a travelling tray on your way up to the roof.
All eyes were on you as you stepped onto the warm concrete of the roof. "Hi, I heard there was a party. I brought food." you anxiously held up the tray full of hand foods. As soon as the were on the table, people began to chatter and eat and dance again. It was nice feeling normal, not like a robot or an outsider, but a companion.
"[y/n], join us for a game of chicken." Bucky called from the pool. Hair slicked back and water rolling down his chest. You nodded, your chest swelling with joy for a second, and slipped off your cover up, hanging it on a lounging chair. Tony's eyes were on you but so were a few choice super soldiers. Tony's anger was the most obvious in his expression. You were about to head into the water when Tony grabbed your arm.
"Tony, what's up?!" You just wanted to be normal and play games with people you considered friends.
"No. Go change." Tony's fury grew and became contagious. His anger fueled yours.
"No." You folded your arms and stood your ground. Tony made no move, as did his emotions. You were going to get into the water again before he grabbed you again. This time the conversation between you caught people's attention. Nat, Bucky, Steve, and Most of the others in the pool were watching you like it was a concert.
"I am your father and that means you go change. Now," he used his most authoritative voice on you. As if he had any authority of you, besides employer.
"Father? I thought she was your niece?" Nat spoke up, from Steve's shoulders. Well, that was fun while it lasted.
"Since you request to be seen as my father," you grit your teeth at Tony. You turned to face everyone and in a commanding voice that rivaled Thor, "Hello, everyone. My name is [y/n][l/n] and I-" you looked at Tony, Pepper, and Bruce before you let out a sigh and continued. "I am an android. Tony is my programmer and Dr. Cho is my physical creator." You gave a curt bow and got in the water. "Now, who's going down like Titanic in this game of chicken. 'Cause it ain't gonna be me."
"How the fuck do you always surprise us?" Bucky commented with his lopsided grin. He swiftly dove and picked you up above the water for Chicken.
"I always knew Stark had a secret kid." Clint spoke from the tree he was in. Everyone laughed and it honestly made it that much harder to grapple Nat on Steve's shoulders.
No one was frightened by you. No one asked what you could do. And, even though you knew questions would come and eyebrows raised, they accepted you. Except Tony who was mumbling into Pepper's neck about 'how daughter's should respect their fathers.'
You giggled at the sight of it and Pepper laughed into his hair. He would be fine, you all will be.
By the way, Nat and Steve cheated at Chicken. You totally would've won, if Bucky's arm didn't throw you off balance or if- you know- you didn't have the balance of a turtle on its back, when on your own two feet.