Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man.


"What is it?" I asked with concern.

She didn't answer. I followed her gaze to the television where I saw something that couldn't be real. That couldn't be dad, clad in a blue racing suit, preparing to race our Formula One car. Because that would be crazy. And incredibly stupid of him.

"Natalie. Natalie!" Pepper looked around for the woman who quickly hurried up to our table.

"Yes Miss Potts?"

"Did you know about this?"

Natalie immediately shook her head. "This is the first that I have known of it."

Pepper looked dismayed as everyone in the hotel began looking to the TV and wondering just what in the hell the billionaire was doing. "This...this cannot happen."

"Absolutely," Natalie agreed. "I understand. How can I help you?"

"Where's Happy?"

"He's waiting outside."

"Okay, get him. I need Happy."

"Right away." Natalie immediately left to go and find Happy.

My jaw had literally dropped as I watched dad put on his helmet and slip into the car. Half of my mind was still trying to convince me that this wasn't real. How could he be so stupid and reckless? Yes, he liked to race cars and had a little experience on race tracks but that did not make him qualified to get into a Formula One car and drive it in an international race against drivers that had years of experience. This had to be one of the most irresponsible and careless things he had ever done. Not only was he putting himself in danger by driving the damn thing, he was also putting the other drivers in danger. What on earth was going through his mind when he decided to do this?

Why wasn't anyone putting a stop to this? Probably because no one wanted to tell the famous billionaire what to do. I was hoping that someone, anyone, might pull him out but those hopes were dashed when the lights went on and the race began.

I clutched my phone so tightly that I was surprised it didn't break as I watched the cars take off around the track. I began praying in my mind, begging for him to be fine. He would drive, finish the race and I would yell at him to never do anything so stupid. But all I could focus on as I watched the cars get up to 160 mph was the fact that drivers had died trying to finish this race.

Both Pepper and I twisted around in our seats to stare out the window as the cars flew by. It was hard to believe my dad was in one of those cars.

My eyes went back to the TV. They hadn't even done one lap yet and my whole body was already tense from the stress. And they had 77 laps to go.

Just when it seemed like this day couldn't get any worse, it did. A man dressed in an orange jumpsuit had somehow gotten past security and pushed open a gate that led onto the track. The people in the crowd screamed and stood up to look at the man who was walking down the middle on the track.

"What is he doing?" I said to no one in particular as I watched him. No sane person would walk out onto a track with cars doing more than 160 mph driving past. Was he crazy?

The man suddenly ripped open the top of his jumpsuit to reveal that he had some sort of harness attached to his upper body. And something that looked suspiciously like an arc reactor was in the middle of the harness.

A feeling of dread spread through my body as he pulled out a pair of electrified whips. There could only be one reason he was here. He was after dad.

From what I could see on the screen, the whips were being powered from the arc reactor on the harness. The top of his jumpsuit burnt away as he powered up the whips.

I was beginning to panic which only intensified as a car came around the corner. Everyone watched in horror as the man swung a whip which sliced clean through the front of the car. The force of the attack caused it to flip over until it hit the barrier and came to a stop.

This couldn't be happening. This man couldn't be here to attack dad...to kill him.

"We have to do something!" I said desperately to Pepper. She had a similar expression of horror on her face. I wasn't going to just sit here and watch on TV as some mad man attacked everybody. I had to do something. And that's when I saw Happy standing by the door. He lifted his hand to show me that he had dad's suitcase armour.

I instantly thanked god that Happy had brought it with him.

A minute later, both Pepper and I had thrown ourselves into the back of the car. Happy threw it into gear and began driving towards the track as fast as he could.

My heart was pounding as I imagined what was happening on the track now. How long did dad have before he drove around the corner to see the man waiting to kill him? Had he already been attacked? Was he...?

No. He would be fine.

But how could he defend himself against a whip wielding man when he had nothing? He needed his suit.

"Go! Go!" I urged Happy. I knew Happy was going as fast as he could but it wasn't fast enough for my liking.

Up ahead a yellow guarded gate came into view. "Hang on!" Happy cried as he sped towards the gate that led onto the track. The pair of guards waving their arms at him to stop managed to dive out of the way a split second before we went crashing through the gate. The car jerked and served and without my seatbelt on, my head went smashing into the car door.

I grimaced from the pain but pushed it from my mind. We were hurtling down the track, dodging the few race cars that had managed to make it pass the man before he had walked onto the track. I began to worry when they stopped coming past. What was the man doing now?

My head was throbbing as I realized hitting the door had made a cut on my forehead. I could feel a steady stream of blood weaving a course down my face. I blinked the blood out of my eye and grabbed the seat in front of me to steady myself as we went flying around a corner.

"Give me the case!" Pepper yelled as she steadied herself using the back of Happy's seat.

While still keeping his eyes on the road, Happy reached down and hastily passed Pepper the case.

"Where's the key?"

Happy jerked the wheel as he dodged an oncoming car. "It's in my pocket!"

Pepper instantly reached over and searched his jacket pocket, quickly coming up with the key.

How far away were we? I hated feeling helpless! I was sitting in a car while my father could be dying!

The last time I had felt this powerless had been six months ago on the night my father and I had almost died; the night I had tried so hard to forget. All the memories and feelings of helplessness came flooding back.

I spotted smoke in the sky a moment before we went around a corner and we saw what had happened while we had been trying to get here. More cars were lying damaged on the road while two were burning out of control. My heart stopped as I saw one of the cars lying upside down was dads.

"Oh my God!" Pepper screamed as we flew towards the damage.

Through the smoke we could see dad standing in front of the man who was advancing on him, ready to kill. I had no idea what we were going to do when I realized Happy wasn't slowing down as we hurtled towards them both.

"Hold on!" he yelled.

I went scrambling for my seatbelt as my mind comprehended what he was going to do. I braced myself for the crash and prayed that dad moved out of the way in time.

I was thrown against the seatbelt as the car crashed head on into the railing. Pain instantly exploded in my chest as the seatbelt stopped me from hitting the seat in front of me. I gasped for air as I looked wildly around. Where was dad?

"Dad?!" I yelled. I yanked at the seatbelt holding me in place. The man who had been attacking him was pinned between the car and the railing and lying face down on the bonnet of the car. I didn't care if he was unconscious or dead, I just wanted to know my father was okay.

Relief flooded through my entire body as I saw dad jump down from the fence in front of us. Besides from a few cuts and bruises, he looked fine. I wanted to hug him. And scream at him.

"Are you okay?" I heard Happy ask him.

"Yeah," dad said as he stumbled up to Happy's window. "Were you heading for me or him?"

"I was trying to scare him!"

"Cause I can't tell!" I thought it was a little ungrateful of dad to be yelling at the guy who had just saved his life. Although I would probably be yelling if someone had almost hit me with a car.

Beside me, Pepper was hyperventilating. "Are you out of your mind?!" she screamed out of the window to dad.

Dad looked to Pepper when he suddenly spotted me next to her. His eyes quickly took in my rapid breathing and the blood on my face from the cut on my head.

"Oh yes," he suddenly said to Happy. "Let's drive my daughter towards the crazy man trying to kill me! That's a great idea!"

"Get in the car!" I yelled at him.

He walked around the back of the car, still muttering about Happy's driving. My heartbeat was just returning to normal when dad opened the front door and it was sliced in half.

I couldn't help the scream that came from my mouth as I looked over to see the man, still pinned, was now awake and swinging his whips. My first reaction was to look over at dad for help but he was standing helplessly by the car as his suitcase armour was still at Pepper's feet.

I reached for it only to be thrown back against the seat as Happy reversed the car

"What are you doing?" I asked but Happy couldn't hear me over Pepper's screams.

Happy put the car into drive and rammed into the man again.

"Hit him again!" dad was screaming from outside while Pepper was screaming inside.

I gripped the armrest as the car reversed and surged forward again. I was waiting for the man to finally get knocked out but he was just laughing.

Dad was yelling for his armour but Pepper was too busy screaming to hear him. I reached over to grab the case when a whip came down on the car. I pulled my hand away just in time. The roof began caving in from the damage as the whip came down on it again.

I was beginning to really freak out but I knew I needed to be calm. "Pepper, shut up!" I screamed at her, hoping that she might calm down a bit and throw dad the armour.

I looked out the window to see dad had walked around to Pepper's side of the car. "Give him the case!" I screamed. "Pepper!"

Finally Pepper calmed down enough to pick it up and throw it out the window.

Through the damaged car, I saw dad activate the armour and enclose himself within it. I was infinitely grateful that dad had the brilliant idea of designing a suit that was capable of travelling with us. Since he had designed and built the Mark V, he had taken it with him every time he had been away from the suits. I hated to think what would happen if he hadn't brought it with him to Monaco.

I knew that we were still very much in danger but as I watched my father become 'Iron Man', I knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to us. I wouldn't say that I had become accustomed to watching my father put on the suit and purposely put himself in danger. Every instinct in my body screamed in protest each time he left in it but, having helped design and build many of the suits he now owned, I knew their capabilities. I knew that despite the danger he put himself in he was safe inside the suit that was 95.5% titanium and 4.5% gold, I knew that the interior was coated in a dense, high-tensile synthetic fibre similar to Kevlar 49, I knew that they were able to withstand harsh attacks with various weapons. But despite knowing all this, it was still hard seeing videos of my father being shot at and attacked. It was even worse witnessing it firsthand.

The first thing Iron Man did was kick our car further down the track and out of the way of the whip man. I braced myself with the door handle as we skidded down the road then I looked past Pepper.

Iron Man raised his hand and I expected one shot from the repulsor would easily defeat this guy. But before he could even fire, the man cracked his whip and knocked his outstretched hand aside. Iron Man went to fire but again a whip knocked it down.

I was beginning to panic. It has never taken Iron Man to long to take down an enemy as they were never evenly matched. Nothing and no one could match the strength, power and technology the suit held. Yet here was this man, easily defending himself against Iron Man's attacks. My mind began running wild. Would he kill dad? Would he kill us? Would anyone else try and stop him?

My panic and fear increased tenfold when one of the whips wrapped itself around Iron Man's arm. A moment later, the other whip was around his neck. My heart was pounding furiously as I watched the man easily tug on the whips, causing Iron Man to skid across the road. I was gripping the seat beneath me to stop my hands from shaking as the man threw around my father like a rag doll. Another firm yank on the whips sent Iron Man tumbling through the air and landing on the bonnet of the car.

Pepper screamed beside me as Iron Man was dragged off the car and onto the road.

I needed to do something! This feeling of helplessness was consuming. Adrenaline was pumping through my body, tempting me to do something reckless. I could not just sit here and watch my father being thrown around by a man whose only intent is to kill him. But what could I do against a man with electrified whips?

My body moved before my mind could comprehend what I was doing. I had unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my door before Pepper's hand shot out to grasp my wrist.

"No!" she cried with desperation. "Morgan don't!"

"Pepper, I can't just sit here! I have to do something!" I had no idea what I planned to do but something had to be better than nothing!

"Wait," she said.

I was about to tell her that I couldn't wait when I saw why she had stopped me. The battle wasn't over yet but it looked like it was about to be. The whips were still wrapped around Iron Man but he was using that to his advantage. He was winding the whips around his body, shortening their lengths and drawing the man in closer. As soon as he was within reaching distance, Iron Man flipped him over his head and slammed him onto the road. Reaching down, Iron Man yanked the arc reactor from the harness, rendering the whips powerless.

By the time I had run from the car, police and security had surrounded the man. The crowd that still remained cheered for Iron Man as the man was dragged away.

"You lose!" the man cried in a thick Russian accent. Blood was dripping down his chin but he smiled. "You lose Stark!" The look in his eyes haunted me as he laughed, like this had all been just a game to him, like people's lives hadn't been at stake.

I threw myself against Iron Man and wrapped my arms around him. The hard, cold metal pressed against me but I hugged him tighter. I needed to be close, to know that he was okay. I never wanted to let him go.


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