Gemma woke up to the sound of a car driving into the garage. "Mr. Stark has arrived," JARVIS's voice chimed. She went down to the workshop, seeing Tony sitting at his desk. He was looking at a hologram of what looked like a bulky metal suit. "JARVIS, you up?" he asked. "For you sir, always," the British voice replied. She chuckled then walked towards her father's desk. "What are you working on?" she asked. "Something big," he replied. "JARVIS, I'd like to open a new project file, index as Mark Two." Tony started to pull away layers of the bulky suit hologram. "Are you going to make another suit?" she inquired. "Not another suit, a better suit," he said, smiling at her.
"Shall I store this on the Stark Industries central database?" JARVIS's voice chimed in again. "Actually I don't know who to trust right now," Tony said. "Until further notice, why don't we keep everything on my private server?"
"Working on a secret project, are we, sir?" JARVIS asked, humorously. "I don't want it falling into the wrong hands. In mine, it might actually do some good." Tony then turned to Gemma. "Would you like to help me?"
"With the suit?" she asked. "Of course," he told her. She smirked, and then agreed. It had been so long since both of them worked together. She really liked it when they did, it was the only real bonding time they got.
Over the next few weeks, Gemma and Tony had planned out the Mark Two suit, and started to build the boots, which they planned to create with the ability to fly. Even with Tony causing chaos within Stark Industries, he'd managed to spend a lot of time at home with her. One afternoon, the two were ready to test the boots. Tony stood in the middle of the work shop, on a green mat. Gemma stood at his desk looking at the hologram schematic of the slim metal boot. "Dummy, look alive. You're on standby for fire safety," he told the faceless, cylinder robot. "You ready Dad?" she asked, crossing her arms. He nodded. "We're going to start off nice and easy," he said. "Don't start with the power level too high," she informed him. "Start at less than ten percent."
"Come on, where's the fun in that?" Gemma rolled her eyes. "Start at ten percent thrust capacity," Tony said. "But dad-"
"In three, two, one." The next few seconds seemed to happen too quickly. Tony was forced off the ground, and collided with the cement wall above the cars. He hit the ground with a thud, and Gemma rushed over to him. "Oh my God, Dad!" Her eyes were huge. "Are you okay?" she asked. He was lying on the ground, eyes wide, like he was in shock. "Yeah, I'm fine," he managed to say. She took in a deep breath. "Next time, listen to me, okay?" she asked him fiercely. "Yeah, next time I'll listening to you," he responded. She started to laugh "What?" he asked, poking her arm. "You!"
"What about me?" He got up and walked over to his desk and took off the boots. "I've been buzzing you. Haven't you heard the intercom?" a voice said from behind them. Pepper stood in the door way of the workshop. "Yeah, everything's…" he trailed off. "What is it?" Gemma cut in. "Obadiah's upstairs," she told them. Gemma looked at her father, and then went from the cool workshop to the warmth of the living room. Obadiah stood near the loveseat, a piece of pizza in his hand. She greeted him, and took a piece of pizza from the box on the coffee table. Within minutes, Tony and Pepper joined them. Pepper sat down on the loveseat, going through some papers, and Gemma stood beside Tony. "It went that bad, huh?" Tony said. He was referring to the board of directors meeting that took place in New York for Stark Industries. Tony would've attended, but since his change of plans at the press conference, Obadiah told him he could handle the board. "Just because I brought pizza back from New York, doesn't mean it went bad," Obadiah explained. She rolled her eyes. "Sure it doesn't," Tony said sarcastically.
Obadiah sighed, and wiped his forehead with his hand. "It would have been better if you were there," Obadiah reasoned. This confused Gemma. Earlier, he had told Tony to avoid the public, at least until he got the whole no-weapons thing figured out. "You told me to lay low. That's what I've been doing," Tony said, as if reading her thoughts. "This was a board of directors meeting," Obadiah said. "This was a board of directors meeting?" Tony asked. It was like he was oblivious to what was happening in his own company. "You know what, never mind. It's probably better that you hadn't gone," he sighed. "The board is claiming you have post-traumatic stress." This didn't surprise her. Whenever the board didn't agree with something Tony said to the public, they somehow found a way to make an excuse so it didn't happen. Sure, he took a big risk, but maybe it was the right risk. "They're filing an injunction. They want to lock you out," Obadiah continued. "What?" Gemma asked. "They can't do that!" Tony rubbed her arm to comfort her. "They- they want to lock me out because the stock's dropped forty points?" Tony asked, half chuckling.
"Fifty-six and a half," Pepper informed them from the loveseat. Tony shot her a not helping look, while Gemma just smirked. Gemma went to her room to change from her jeans and tank top to her bright pajamas. When she got back down, she could still here her father and Obadiah bickering. They were going on about Tony's latest project, even though he wouldn't tell Obadiah what it was. She stayed in the hallway until Tony went back down to the workshop, and Obadiah left, slamming the door as he went.