The moment that he got the green light from the doc, Tony was up and quickly navigating the hospital hallways to Mya's room so that he could see the kid for himself. He at least needed some sort of physical and visual assurance that she was, generally, in one piece and was at least comfortable enough to be resting well.
The moment that he reached her room, and slipped inside and saw her lying on the narrow, uncomfortable, little hospital bed- he broke down and started crying.
She was so still, and pale. Her eyes were wrapped in gauze, there were several looking nasty cuts and bruises on her arms, on her face- some of which had needed to be stitched closed. There was an IV with several bags of fluid attached to one of her arms. Wiping his face with one hand, he took a moment to try and compose himself.
Reminding himself that he needed to be strong for her.
Because she would try to be strong when she shouldn't. He would tell her this. That it was okay for her to be scared, uncertain of her future, and even saddened by the loss of her aunt. But that by no means meant that she should bottle anything up like he knew she would likely attempt to do.
Moving further into the room, he grabbed the chair against the wall and placed it next to the bed and dropped himself down into it and then hesitantly took her small hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Uncertain of what else he should do at the moment, he tried to think.
But anticipating the needs of an injured, enhanced teenage girl was incredibly difficult.
Should he stay put for now and see what happens? Should he send Happy out to buy flowers, and maybe a stuffed toy or two for comfort's sake? Or would she require comfort foods?
Her favorite ice cream maybe?
Actually he'd hold off on the ice cream for now. She might want some later once she was conscious and more aware of the fact that she was now his adopted daughter. As well as the reasons behind why since he very much doubted that anyone had bothered to tell her that her aunt was dead when she had woken up before.
Which meant that he had to be the bearer of the unbearable news. Those unbelievable bastards.
This of course, caused him to panic and to pull out his cell and call the number from the burner phone that Steve had sent to him barely a week after he and the others had left. The call was meant more as a means to calm and center himself than to really talk about anything.
And yet the second that Steve had picked up he had simply gone off. Almost like a gun.
He quickly spoke his jumbled mess of word vomit to Steve and then sometime around when he got to the why of the call, as well as began babbling about Mya and May, the accident, the hospital- did he say how much the doctors here were bastards already? He'd started crying again.
All while Steve sat silently at the other end of the line and listened.
Once he was finished calming himself enough, he hung up the phone and then refocused on his girl. His poor, poor girl... Reaching out absently, Tony gently brushed her long dark curls away from her face. His hand just grazing her skin enough for him to realize that she was warmer than normal.
His heart hammered in his chest as alarm rose up to rear it's ugly head yet again as he pressed his palm against her skin and muttered a foul oath as he immediately went for the call button to alert the nurses that something was wrong.
"I can't believe this happened." Happy said from his seat next to Rhodey. His head was down and his eyes were red rimmed from crying as he slowly said, "Poor Mya. She's going to be devastated!"
Now he may not have known May Parker personally, but from the way the kid had always spoken about her- it was as if the woman had hung the stars in the heavens. She had loved her so much.
And now May was gone.
And on his watch no less. He knew that he should have called Mya earlier to wish her a happy birthday. Maybe if he had, and had taken his job as the kid's 'handler' more seriously, May might still be alive and Mya... Mya wouldn't be injured and possibly blind for the rest of her life.
"Happy, this isn't your fault man. Things like this happen to people everyday. There's no warning, no way to stop it, and no reason to beat yourself up for something that you didn't do. I say we save the beating for the guy who actually deserves it." Rhodey said as calmly as he could.
He'd gotten to know Tony's kid pretty well since the whole Germany thing two years ago. In fact Tony had told him that she was the one who had helped him come up with the braces that he used to walk. And several months ago, she had come up with a way to make the cumbersome piece of equipment, smaller, and more easy to handle.
In fact from what Tony had told him about the new brace made it sound as if it would help him walk again normally after a specific amount of time. Which was beyond...phenomenal.
He had told Tony that once the braces were finished that he wanted to test them. He had been hard pressed to hide his excitement the next time he had seen Mya. The poor girl had been terrified that he was trying to kill her or something after he had tackled her to the floor in a bone crushing (for normal people, anyways) hug.
They'd been almost as good as friends as he and Tony were ever since.
Pepper looked up from her tablet, her expression solemn as she asked, "W-what kind of flowers did Tony say May liked again?" She was having a hard time focusing on the details of May's funeral. She couldn't stop thinking about Mya officially being an orphan now. In fact thinking about it was somewhat terrifying.
She kept running 'what if' scenario's in her mind.
What if Tony couldn't give Mya what she needed, physically and emotionally? After all, he'd never been a father before. He could barely stand children. The smaller ones freaked him out.
And then there was the fact that Mya would be depressed upon learning of her aunt. Tony didn't handle depression well. In fact when it came to depression he barely functioned at all.
And what if she got so depressed that she did something stupid to hurt herself? Would Tony be okay with putting her on a suicide watch? She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she almost missed Happy replying to her earlier question.
"Blue hydrenga's, bachelor buttons, sunflowers, red tulips, white tiger lilies, pink roses and lavender." Suddenly snapping out of her funk, Pepper muttered a tired sounding 'thanks' and continued planning May's funeral.