Chapter 17: Single Malt Scotch

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Chapter 17

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Chapter 17.

There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes,

In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne,

Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall,

I hear the sounds from the places where I was born,

Upon the hill across the blue lake,

That's where I had my first heartbreak,

I still remember how it all changed, my father said,

Don't you worry, don't you worry child,

See heaven's got a plan for you,

Don't you worry, don't you worry now.

- Don't You Worry Child, Madilyn Bailey.


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Lily made her way to the elevator feeling dejected. The afternoon had been good; great, even. And they'd enjoyed the evening. The firework show was probably her favorite part, but was it too much for Steve?

A swirl of guilt and rejection settled in her stomach, making it feel heavy and stiff. It was July 4th and the only party Lily would be attending was her own one of pity.


"Ms. Ladahlen, your presence is requested on the penthouse 68th floor."

"68th? That's the penthouse, right? What does Tony want now?" Lily sighed. All she wanted to do was head to bed, put on her fluffy PJ's and crawl under the sheets. Hopefully, she'd wake up in about a week and Steve would've pulled his head out of his-

"That is correct, Ms. Ladahlan. Mr Stark has not given specifics, but he is currently in his bathroom revisiting a 1922 Single Malt Scotch. Go ahead."


The door's opened to Tony's room and Lily stepped in carefully, uncertain of what she would find. The loud retching echoed from his bathroom and Lily took a moment to squeeze her eyes shut. It wasn't that Tony was necessarily annoying when he was in this situation, but he definitely turned into a big baby who is in need of all of your attention, and with Pepper currently out of state, it seemed to fall into her hands. Great.

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