A/N: I finished my book! I cried for 2 hours afterwords but it was still a brilliant book, if you haven't already you should defiantly go read throne of glass (if you like fantasy). Well anyway, back to the story.
Disclaimer: still don't own marvel :/
It went on like that for days, Tony would come up with some other way to try to make the suit fly. And Orna would hold the camera and laugh.
One night, when the duo had just finished the design of a flight stabiliser, Pepper walked into the workshopwith 2 coffees and a box.
"Did you not hear me buzzing on the intercom?" She asked, setting the box on the table.
"I... Uh... What?" Both Tony and Orna said at the same time.
"Obadiah's upstairs, and I thought you were done making weapons?"
"No this is a flight stabiliser, completely harmless" Tony said pointing aforementioned stabiliser at the wall. He turned it on and it blew him backwords into his work table.
"That wasn't meant to happen" Orna said, biting her lip so as not to laugh.
The father and daughter went upstairs, the arc reactor glowing underneath Tony's t-shirt.
"how'd it go?"Tony asked until he noticed the pizza on the table, "that bad huh?"
"Just because I brought pizza back from New York doesn't mean it went bad" Obadiah said from where he was playing the piano.
"Sure it doesn't" Ornas father said softly, as they both took a slice of pizza, making world saving suits sure built up an appetite. It was one of the best pizzas Orna had ever tasted. But that's just New York pizza for you.
"Would have gone better if you were there!" Obadiah yelled, ceasing his playing.
"Uh uh, you told me to lay low that's what I've been doing. I lay low, you take care of all the..."
He was interrupted when Obadiah said "oh come on, the public, the press. This was a board of directors meeting"
"This, what? This was a board of directors meeting?" Her father replied incredulously.
Obi sighed, "the board, are calling it post traumatic stress, their filing an encharge"
Post traumatic stress? Orna wondered, because of Afghanistan? I thought he was over that, although, Inever got over my time at the academy so...
"A what?" Her father asked, confused.
"They wanna lock you out" he seemed to be getting slightly angry now. His bald head was shining with sweat. It must have been a rough day for him.
"Why because the points dipped 40 points? We knew that was gonna happen" her father was getting angry as well now.
"65 and a half actually" pepper said tightly. Why was every one getting angry, Orna wondered as she chewed on her pizza, it was really great pizza.
Orna blocked them out at this point, the conversation got awfully boring. Something about points and being responsible.
"...I'm gonna go" she tuned back in as her father stood from the sofa and started walking towards the stairs, "I'll be in the shop"
"Hey, hey, hey. Tony. Listen, I'm trying to turn this thing around, but you gotta give me something, something that'll pitch 'em." He pointed towards the arc reactor in her fathers chest, "let me have the engineers analyse that, you know to lob some specs"
"No, no absolutely not. This one stays with me" he lowered his voice as he softly said "that's it Obi, forget it"
"Alright then this stays with me then" he took the pizza box out of Ornas hands as she glared at him, it was a really good pizza "here you can have a piece"
"Thank you" Orna and Tony both took a slice of pizza and followed each other to the workshop.
"You mind if I come down there, see what your doing?" Orna nearly froze on the stairs, she had never trusted Obi, least of all with something like this.
Luckily her father just dismissed him nonchalantly "good night Obi" he called as he and Orna descended the stairs to the workshop.
A lot of tests on the suit later and her father was finally flying, he even had the full suit and had gone for a test flight on it around Malibu, (Orna wasn't invited along to her chagrin) although he had crushed one of his cars in the process. Orna was
slightly angry about that. He crushed her favourite.
they nowwere making some last adjustments to the suit, Tony was mumbling about something called the Cisco while Orna just wanted to get it painted. She was thinking a shiny black, or maybe silver. BLUE!
"What colour should I render it sir" the A.I. asked from wherever he was.
"I'm thinking gold" was all her father said. The design on the screen changed and the suit suddenly looked gold. It looked very over the top. Defiantlynot as nice as blue.
"Render complete sir"
It was missing something, Orna thought hard on what it could be until her eyes fell on the old car her father was trying to fix up.
"Jarvis, throw in some hot rod red," she called, she felt silly talking to the walls, her father looked at her curiously, until the design apeared on the screen.
"Oh yes. very, very nice" he commented, she had to admit, it screamed 'Tony Stark'.
The T.V suddenly turned on and it seemed that the reporter was at somekind of gala fundraiser.
For her fathers charity.
"Jarvis how long will the painting take?"
"Estimated completion time, 5 hours sir"
"Don't wait up for me honey" he said, while kissing the top of her head, relief flooded her body, she didn't have to go to whatever stupid event it was now.
Instead she curled up on the sofa to watch T.V while her father got his suit on (not the metal one this time) and left.
A/N: here is the next chapter, this one actually took a bit longer to write because I had to watch the movie about 5 times before it stocked what happened next.
And I got a review!
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