Every family has demons, but none of them seem to scream as loudly as they do in the Stark family.
Tony Stark is known for many things; a father being one of them. Before he was Iron Man, before he was the CEO of Stark Industries, before he was...
you were on the other side, like always wondering what to do with life
what kind of man loves like this? what kind of man ─── florence + the machine
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malibu, california may 3, 2010
Times passes. The sky gets dimmer and I know I should probably get back. The only problem is that I don't know where back is. I think my phone is somewhere back in an Afghani desert and I definitely don't have any money on me. So, realistically, I'm screwed. But, not wanting to deal with that specific problem at the moment, I push myself off the ground and begin wandering the street. After cleaning up all of the garbage I kicked everywhere, I put the trash can back in its original place. I wave an apology to whoever may be watching before I slide my hands into my pockets and begin my trek.
Eventually, I end up at some main road where I hail a taxi. When I tell the driver the address, he's astounded and goes on a rant about how horrible my experience must have been for the entire ride. To ignore him, I rest my head between my raised knees and gently hum to myself. I probably look insane, but, at this point, I could care less. It's pitch black by the time he pulls up in front of the gate.
"Just wait here. I'll get your money," I mumble as I climb out.
"Are you sure? I could just follow you inside if that'd be easier?" he asks with excitement, wanting nothing more than to see the inside of the Stark mansion.
I frown and slam the door closed in response. My feet carry me to the holographic keypad and I type a few things before Jarvis' voice asks for my identification. I give a quiet hello to him, having missed his wonderfully British voice.
"Welcome home, Miss Stark," Jarvis says in his usual pleasant tone, "I do believe you should hurry inside."
A feeling of dread clenches my stomach, "Is he worried?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Is he mad?"
"Unbelievably."
I sigh, "What are the odds that I can make it to New York City before he figures out where I am, Jarvis?"
"Unfortunately low, Miss Stark."
"Hm," I sigh, "Well, please open the gate then."
"Of course."
The gates slowly swing open and I motion for the taxi driver to stay put as I walk through them. I wonder if I just act super nonchalant and casual, maybe he won't freak out. Maybe he'll just see that I'm fine enough to be mellow so he'll leave me alone. It's a strategy, not necessarily a good one, but it's all that I have right now. I push open the front door and step into the cool house. The familiar smell of home hits me and I can't fight the small smile that comes onto my face. I glance around, cautiously, and find that he's nowhere in sight. I let out a relieved breath and start to jog through the living room so I can make it to the staircase before I'm spotted.
