Here it is! The last chapter until we get to canon! Next chapter is going to be longer and it's where we officially start Iron Man! I'm so excited! This chapter is really short and I skipped a freaking year, I just want to start the canon chapters. But don't worry, I might slip in some flashbacks during the movies!
Primrose's Age: Six years old.
Date: October 17th, 2007
Location: New York City, Central Park Zoo
Primrose was busy having a staring contest with a lemur, its bright, yellow eyes intently bored into her brown ones and the two seemed both stubborn on looking away. Emma, twenty-nine, on the other hand, was downright amused.
The two were at inside the Tropic Zone of the zoo, checking out the boras, poisonous frogs and in this case, the Black-and-White ruffed lemurs. And one seemed to have caught Primrose's attention, or perhaps it was the other way around.
This year for her birthday, Tony had unfortunately been too busy. But being the understanding child she was becoming, Primrose told him that it was okay because as long he doesn't forget her birthday she would never be mad at him. Emma was starting to realize that her daughter was becoming mature for her age. Primrose wasn't exactly intelligent like her father was at her age but Emma noticed some spatial intelligence signs on Primrose.
Tony and Emma were definitely raising a little artist. Prim loves drawing and they would always recognize where they've been whenever Emma and her went on a walk, one time Primrose recognized a blue house they saw just because of a little chipmunk they've seen the other day. Primrose also loves looking at picture books and family photos of Emma and Tony, she asked so many questions about their past – it made Tony a little uncomfortable but Emma loved talking about her childhood.
"Mommy, take a photo of it so I can draw it at home!" Primrose suddenly tugged at her shirt, it seems like the brunette had lost the staring contest.
Emma paused and looked at her with an expectant and mild stern expression.
Primrose took a moment to finally catch up to why her mother was giving her one of the 'looks', "Oh! Please, can you take a photo?" she gave her a grin, trying to look innocent at the fact that she almost forgot her manners.
And so Emma took another photograph, she has been doing it for the past half-an-hour. Primrose practically demanded it before they left home, the little girl wants to draw every animal and then show it to her father since he wasn't here.
They then walked out of the Tropic Zone into the Temperate Zone, where Primrose squealed about how cute the red pandas were and how much she wanted to hug one, Emma took note of that and decided to buy a red panda plushie at the gift shop when they decided to leave. They also saw Snow Monkeys,
"Did you know that red pandas use their bushy tail to keep their balance when they climb those trees?" Emma told her daughter as they walked hand-in-hand to see the cranes.
There weren't many people around the zoo, maybe because it was a Wednesday afternoon and everyone was either busy with school or work – Emma had asked the day off and Primrose's tutor was asked not to come today so the two could've enjoyed the day better.
"Wow, really?" Primrose awed.
Emma nodded, "And Snow Monkeys actually love water, usually monkeys stay away from it because they can't swim but these ones actually like it."
Prim always thought that her parents were smart, so she wanted to be like them too so she asked them as many questions as she could, even when sometimes she could not understand the answers – she would pretend she did.
After they passed by the grizzly bears, they went to the central garden to sit down on a park bench and watch the sea lions for a while. While they did that, Emma decided to give Primrose the snacks the had brought. They watched the people pass by and Emma starting seeing some parents pass by with their respective children, mothers pushing their strollers, fathers carrying their kid on their shoulders. So many children of many ages, that made Emma wonder about Primrose. She was growing up so fast and learning quick, too. Emma didn't like thinking about her daughter growing up, it made her feel emotional.
But she knew it was going to happen.
After the small break, they visited the harbor seals, the penguins, and sea birds and the children's zoo where Emma took many photos of Primrose petting goats, there was one that came out beautifully of Primrose petting a Nubian goat with the sunlight right underneath them.
It was near six in the afternoon when they left the zoo, Primrose hugging a red panda plushie close to herself, and before they reached Emma's car, a sudden figure approached them.
"Ms. Evans! Ms. Evans!"
Emma groaned and hurried her steps, Primrose tagging along.
"Ms. Evans! I just want to ask some questions! How was Primrose's day? Did she have fun?" Emma didn't look back at the male voice following her, probably some random reporter and he was getting the attention of some bystanders.
"It was great, now please leave us alone."
Fortunately, he did stop pestering her and stayed behind. And as soon as they got inside the car, Emma waited for Primrose to buckle up to finally stop driving. She wasn't going to let a reporter who found out where they were today sour her mood.
"You're okay?" Emma asked Primrose as she drove through the streets of New York City.
She nodded, "Yeah, but I'm hungry!"
Emma smiled, "Then let's go pick up your birthday cake and junk food."
"And a movie!"
The blonde chuckled softly, "Yes honey, we'll pass by Blockbuster afterward."
8 PM
"How can you fit so many Reeses' Cups in your tiny body?" Emma asked, petting her own, full tummy.
They have been home for hours now, the candles have been blown an hour ago and the junk food eating began only thirty minutes ago. Emma was allowing Primrose to eat these type of food in quantity just for today, she normally wouldn't let her daughter eat this much crap every day but even Emma had to admit that once in a while, it felt good.
She hasn't eaten pizza in weeks, and today she didn't feel like cooking so she ordered her daughter's favorite. Pepperoni with olives. Emma personally hated olives, so she ordered for half of the pie to have pepperoni and olives and the other just pepperoni.
Her daughter devoured her half in minutes, and Emma was shocked that her little girl could still git two scoops of chocolate ice cream and two cups of Reeses'.
"I'm a monster," Primrose replied, licking the rest of the chocolate out of her lips.
"Okay, monster, no more food for tonight. It's time to brush your teeth and go to bed." Emma said as she looked at the clock on the wall above the television.
Primrose made a complaining noise, but after seeing the look on Emma's face she decided to hop out of the couch and obey her.
"I'll check on you to see if you really brushed them!" Emma called out as she heard her daughter making noises in the bathroom, "Do you need help?"
"Nope!" Primrose yelled from the bathroom, turning on the faucet.
Emma decided to clean up while her daughter brushed her teeth, she placed all the wrappers and plastics in the trash can and placed the already cold pizza in the fridge, next to the birthday cake.
"Hm, need to go grocery shopping soon," Emma mumbled to herself as she checked how empty her fridge was getting. Just as she closed the fridge's door, she heard Primrose high pitch scream from the bathroom.
Emma scattered towards it immediately, and she met with Primrose halfway when the little girl was already running to her, the foam of the paste dripping down her chin.
"PRIM! What's wrong?!" she exclaimed, shocked at her daughter's panic.
"SPIDER!" Primrose cried in panic, "Mommy there's a huge spider in there!"
Emma instantly relaxed her whole tensed up body, and let out a dramatic sigh of relief, "Primrose Maria Evans-Stark!"
"W-What?" she looked at her mother, still panic in her eyes, but confused as to why she was hearing her full name. Emma only called her that whenever she was in trouble.
"Don't give me a heart attack over a spider!" Emma scolded her, making her way to the bathroom. She rolled her eyes when Primrose tried to pull her back.
"No, mommy! It's dangerous! Don't go in there!" the six-year-old begged as if her mom's life was in actual danger.
Emma ignored her pleas and entered the bathroom, looking up in the ceiling, "Where is it?" she asked.
"It was crawling on the wall next to the bathtub" Primrose fearfully told her as she stayed in the doorway, her eyes widened, "Make sure it doesn't go near my toys, mommy" she whispered like she was scared the spider would hear and attack them.
Emma smiled amusedly and looked inside the tub, and there it was, a small spider trying to crawl up the watery walls. Emma tutted at it and bravely reached for it, careful to not squeeze it. As she held it in her hand, she quickly made a small cage with the other.
"There, I got it," As Emma made her way out of the bathroom, Primrose screamed and ran away from her, hiding in her bedroom.
"Prim? It's okay, come here." the blonde called out, trying to persuade her daughter.
"Mommy! STAY BACK!" Primrose yelled, hiding under the duvet of her bed, "I'll tell daddy!"
Emma sighed, she felt the little spider crawling on her hands to free itself, "Sit on your bed, I'll show you that you don't need to be afraid of it." the woman gently said as she walked inside the bedroom, "I promise you'll be fine, honey." she sat down on the bed, and waited for Primrose to get out of her hiding.
When she did, Prim still used the duvet as protection, covering her whole body and only showing her head. She was staring at her hand both curiously and fearfully.
"Look closely," Emma waited for the spider to settle before she uncovered one of her hands, "See?" she heard Primrose gasp, but after a while, the scary moment became anti-climatic when the spider didn't move.
"Uh," Primrose mumbled, deciding to approach her mom's hand, "It's so small." she stated, "But it looked so big in the bathroom," she added, looking at the spider with a small smile, "It's kinda cute!"
Emma smiled fondly at her.
Then the spider moved, quickly escaping.
Primrose refused to sleep in her bedroom for a week after that.
