A/N Thank you all for your continued support of this story.

We left off with Luna and Brandon in her room at the birthday party. They had just left to go get drinks while it is still safe.

I think everyone knows how the party turns out. I'll leave you with that.

Brandon and I weaved our way through the guests. There were already a lot of guests here. Some of them were already buzzed, their speech slightly slurred or their steps faltering. When we finally reached the bar I ordered a non alcoholic pina colada, Brandon ordered a coke.

"Alright, if we get separated go back to my room, but I want to try and go to the roof," I told Brandon. Brandon frowned while sipping from his coke can.

"Why the roof?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I dunno, no one knows how to get to the roof except me, and it's pretty up there," I explained.

Brandon nodded. We started weaving through the guests. After a few minutes I turned back to Brandon "Okay we're going to take the next- damn it!" I exclaimed. Brandon was nowhere to be found.

Cursing, I turned back so I could fight the ever growing crowd to get back to my room. I made it back, to find a couple on my bed. The man's shirt was halfway off, but luckily the woman still had her clothes on. "Hey!" I yelled, letting my door slam open, "Go find another fucking room!" Both broke apart, the man looking irritated and the woman looking embarrassed, rushed from the room.

I sat down hard on my bed, groaning at my messed up sheets. After about a half an hour I started texting and calling Brandon, but he wasn't answering, so I started walking around to try and find him. Another half an hour of awkward conversations and three spilled drinks later and I still hadn't found Brandon. Did he really ditch me at my birthday party?

The DJ's music was too loud, the headache that I had all but gotten rid of is now coming back, throbbing to the beat of the music. I was continually being shoved around by people, so much so that I had taken to moving them with my telekinesis rather than actually shoving past them. I turned into the main entertaining room when I saw something that caused someone's glass shatter. Natalie was standing with her back on Dad's chest, with the Iron Man arm on. Dad leaned down to whisper in her ear, and then the Iron Man ice sculpture next to me shattered. I flinched when a flying shard of ice cut my cheek. Oh. Hell. No.

"Is he serious?" A voice asked from behind me, stopping me from 'suiting up' and attacking the two of them. When I turned Pepper gasped, "oh my god your-"

"I know," I interrupted angrily, "You need to go talk to him, otherwise I might actually punch him," I told Pepper. She swallowed hard, but nodded. "And try and get him to stop drinking please," I added as she walked away. She nodded again. As she stormed towards Dad I turned in the opposite direction to go to my room. I made it there, and was surprised to see Brandon sitting on my bed. "Where have you been?" I asked coldly. I didn't mean to, but I was already in such a bad mood that I couldn't help it. He gaped at me as I passed him to get to my bathroom. I reached under the sink, grabbing the first aid kit that Pepper had given me a few months ago. In case no one was around and I needed help, she had said.

"What happened to you?" Brandon asked worriedly. I rolled my eyes, the cut wasn't deep, it was just bleeding a fair amount.

"Ice sculpture exploded," I replied shortly, cursing as I applied some antiseptic to the cut after I cleaned away the blood. I put a band-aid on it, putting away the first aid kit quickly.

"Holy shit you do that quickly," Brandon commented, looking at me in amazement.

I cringed, I did do that pretty quickly for someone who has no reason to be injured very often. "My dad is Iron Man," I told him quickly, hoping that he would buy it.

"Oh yeah, that's true," he replied following me back into my room. I was about to ask him what happened to him to make him disappear for an hour, but was interrupted by a crash.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, knowing that that had to be Dad. Brandon looked alarmed, but I silenced him with a look, going into my closet so I could grab more comfortable clothes, and pulling out my phone.

"Happy?" I asked the moment the phone stopped ringing.

"What's up Luna, is something wrong?" Happy asked worriedly.

Ignoring his question I continued on grabbing a pair of jeans and a hoodie, "Where are you right now?"

"By the gate making sure that nobody gets in who isn't supposed to, Luna is something wrong?" Happy asked urgently.

I walked in to my bathroom and began to change out of the tight, uncomfortable dress, "Listen, last time I saw him Dad was kind of tipsy, and he's probably extremely drunk right now, and he sounds like he's got some of the suit on. I need you to come to my room and get Brandon out of here so I can suit up and take care of my dad," I explained to Happy carefully.

"I think I should probably-"

"Happy with all due respect you're no match for the suit, just get Brandon out of here, I don't care if you have to carry him out, and convince as many people as you can to go too, please," I added as an afterthought.

"Do you think that this is going to lead to violence, Ms. Stark?" Happy asked, but I could tell he was rushing into the house.

"I'd rather be safe than sorry," I replied to Happy grimly. I finished changing, slipping my feet into a pair of sneakers, and left the bathroom. Honestly I wanted Happy to get Brandon out because I didn't want him to see my dad black out drunk and if for whatever reason Dad decided to get violent, not that I had ever known him to be a violent drunk, I didn't want Brandon to get hurt in the process.

There was another crash, I flinched and so did Brandon. "Shouldn't we do something about that?" he asked., seeming worried.

"Already did," I replied, preoccupied with putting my dress away. I didn't mention that Happy would be forcing him to leave. I knew that Brandon wouldn't like it, but I need Brandon to be safe. I don't want Brandon to get caught in the cross fire if there is going to be any.

"So then what are we going to do?" Brandon questioned, looking nervous. It is odd to see someone nervous, to know that they are nervous. Brandon is probably nervous because of what a drunk man in an Iron Man suit is capable of. In fact, since my room is directly above the entertaining room that the majority of the guests are in, I'm surprised that a hole hasn't been blown in my floor yet honestly, but I know that I can't let Brandon know that. I don't want him to be afraid of my father. My father is a good man, just… lately he hasn't been acting like it. That's all. He wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone, not without a good reason.

"He's just drunk, he's not going to do anything that could hurt anybody," I told him confidently, but what Brandon didn't know was I that added 'not on purpose anyway,' in my head.

Brandon shook his head, "Drunk people have caused a lot more damage without an Iron Man suit," Brandon replied bitterly, turning away to look out of the window at the open sea. I cringed, how could I forget about our conversation that had just happened an hour ago?

"Brandon I-"

"Alright kid, we need to leave," Happy interrupted as he opened my door. Brandon looked from me to him in confusion.

"Wha- no, I'm not going. Luna what is going on!" Brandon exclaimed as Happy wrestled with Brandon's arms so he could drag Brandon out. He looked so hurt, so betrayed, I felt a stab of sympathy and guilt.

"Brandon it's not like that. I need to know that you're safe, and you won't be if you are here," I told him, hoping- praying that he would understand.

"You'd have the same chance as me Luna, what can you do that I can't?" he asked before Happy shut the door on the two of us.

"A lot more than you think," I said under my breath.

I stood in the middle of my room for a few moments before asking JARVIS to transition my windows so no one would be able to see inside, then I began to encase myself in my suit.

KNOCK KNOCK! SLAM!

Someone had opened my door. Luckily enough for me my suit came out from my spine and encased me that way, so though all of my suit was visible from behind me, from the front, which was facing the door, nothing could be seen. That didn't stop me from jumping and slamming the door shut with my telekinesis from pure fright.

"Hey!" a feminine voice exclaimed from the other side of the door. I scrambled to my door quickly, I had seen the cherry red hair. If she is coming to me, this can't be good. I wrenched open the door, finding an angry looking Natalie, her forehead was pink, hair astray. I may have hit her in the face with the door. It was an accident but I am still proud of it.

"Hey," I replied, fighting to keep the smirk off of my face.

Natalie glared at me, "You need to get downstairs now. Pepper asked for me to find you, she couldn't manage to calm Mr. Stark down and she thinks that you may be able to do a better job," She explained coldly.

I glared at her for a few moments before giving in, "Fine, I'll take a whack at it," I told her begrudgingly, but what Natalie didn't know was that I actually meant I was going to take a whack at him.

Natalie and I walked down to the entertaining room to find Dad was shooting things that people threw up into the air. When I was showered in watermelon I was about to suit up accidentally, when I heard a metallic voice from behind me.

"I'm only going to say this once, get out," I spun around along with everyone else in the room. The Mark II stood in front of the stairs to the lab. Rhodey. It has to be Rhodey. It sounds kind of like Rhodey and Rhodey is the only one at this party except for me, Pepper, Happy, and Natalie who has access to the lab. Soon the whole room was empty except for Rhodey, Pepper, Dad, and I.

"Pepper, Luna, you too. Go," Rhodey ordered.

I was about to argue, but a strong, firm grip encased me upper arm. I got tugged to the side, and the person was practically dragging me out. Let's just say that after years of living on my own before being forced to go to an orphanage didn't leave me weak. In fact, I had to be strong. I had to fend for myself and that meant that with my powers I occasionally had to fight people. It would take someone strong to be able to forcibly drag me anywhere.

I glanced over at the person who had now gotten me to the front door. Pepper? "Pepper let me go!" I exclaimed, pulling my arm out of her grip. How had Pepper gotten so strong? Or was she always strong?

"Luna, you heard Rhodey, he said to leave!" she exclaimed, grabbing my arm yet again and pulling me to the car. I could hear noises of Dad and Rhodey fighting, and I wanted to stop them desperately.

"No!" I yelled, wrenching my arm out of her hands and pushing through the steadily growing crowd that was gathering around my home. I sprinted back into the house. Damn all of these glass windows! If it weren't for them I could have transformed already and stopped them!

People were still running out of the house, I ran near Natalie, finding it odd that she was still in the house. "Natalie!" Pepper yelled from behind me.

"Ms. Potts,"

"Oh don't you Miss Potts me, I'm on to you! You know what? Ever since you came here-"

She was interrupted by something crashing behind me. I yelped, whipping around to see Rhodey and my father rolling around on the ground, then standing up, fighting. "Luna!" Happy yelled, grabbing both me and Pepper, "Get out of here!" he yelled. He threw me over his shoulder while guiding Pepper out of the room.

"Hey!" I yelled, struggling to get out of Happy's grip. "Let me down, Happy! I can stop them!"

We were back in the crowd, Happy finally let me down, but as soon as he did so I ran off. "Luna!" I could hear him yell from somewhere behind me. I pushed past the party goers, trying my hardest to get back into the house. I have to stop them from fighting! They're going to destroy the house if they don't destroy each other first! Once I got to the front of the crowd I saw Dad standing there in the middle of the room just beyond the glass. What is he doing?

I stepped forward nervously, "Dad?" I asked. I have never felt scared of my father before, but now I kind of do.

"Aaaaaah!" he screamed. People around me yelled in fear, running away, I took a step back, looking at my father fearfully. He stood, watching me. People were still running away, otherwise I would have suited up, just in case.

From behind I saw Rhodey grab a bench, hitting my father over the head with it. Dad flew right into the fireplace, which ignited. "Dad!" I yelled. Even though I knew that he fixed the suit so it could safely withstand high temperatures it was still scary.

When I yelled, the glass in front of me shattered. Neither my father nor Rhodey noticed, in fact, they were facing each other, pointing their repulsors at each other. My powers are spiraling out of control, I realized fearfully. If I get too excited I could start the supernova effect, as I like to call it. I can't use my powers. It is too dangerous. If I do I could kill everyone in the vicinity.

"You think you got what it takes to wear that suit?" Dad asked Rhodey, jolting me back into reality.

"Put your hand down!"

"Take the shot!"

Realizing what they were about to do I gasped, running down the steps that would lead to the driveway. I knew how much damage one repulsor blast can do, but two together? We've never tested what it does, and I don't want to be around unarmored while they do it. Plus the headache that I had was building, if anything that happens upsets or excites me I could lose control and become a supernova. And that can't happen. I'm not ready, I'm not prepared. I don't even know what this new power could be, what if it turns out to be something dangerous. It could kill people. I ran as hard as I could, hearing the repulsors go off. I wasn't quick enough. I could see the white light heading towards me. I shut my eyes tightly, scared of what was going to happen.

The force of the blast lifted me off of my feet. I was twisting in the air, with no idea which way was up or down my arms flailed, hoping that I could grab something before I went over the stone railing that would send me over our small cliff and into the dark water below. Pain exploded over my back and the back of my skull. "oof" I grunted when I hit presumably the railing, falling hard onto the ground. Something embedded itself into my face, arms and neck, glass, maybe, from the windows that I hadn't broken yet. I opened my eyes once the ringing in my ears had died out. Immediately I wished that I hadn't. Everything was blurry, and even the slightest movement made my head hurt even more. Blackness danced across my vision, but I fought to stay conscious. I must have been on the edge of the blast. If I hadn't I probably would have died, that or sent right over the railing. Pain exploded all over my head, my brain to be specific. No. I can't have this happen. Not here. I fought with myself, writhing and gasping in pain, trying to control my powers. I could hear the stone flooring crack. I need to stop this. There's no telling how many people I can hurt! I clamped my hands over my head, yelling a cry of pain before my vision went black.

I woke up lying on the cold ground, feeling extremely sore and painful.

After lying for a few moments I tried moving my arms and legs. Nothing broken there. Using the railing for assistance I slowly got to my feet. The pain was already starting to fade slightly. I looked up at what was once the entertaining room. It looked like a bomb had gone off. "Dad," I gasped, though my voice wasn't much more than a whisper. Slowly and painfully I made my way up the stairs that I had been thrown down. The men were lying on the ground. Then, they both moaned. I sighed in relief. They're both alive at least.

Suddenly I felt disgusted. They could have killed someone. Deciding that I didn't want to be around when either of them got up I made my way to the driveway. All of the partygoers had left, thankfully.

"Oh my god!" a voice yelled.

Groaning, I turned. Pepper was running towards me, "Luna, oh my god are you okay?" she asked worriedly, looking me up and down.

"I'm fine Pepper," I sighed, "Can- can I sleep at your house tonight? I don't really want to be here right now," I admitted tiredly.

Pepper looked at me sadly, "Of course, Luna, come on," She replied, leading me to the car. I got into the passenger side, leaning my head tiredly against the window. I knew that Pepper was probably very worried, but I really didn't want to talk about how my father almost killed me. There is no way that Dad was so drunk to the point where he attacked his best friend. No way. Something else has to be going on. And I can't keep defending him now. Unless he wants to tell me why he acted the way that he did I won't defend him, I've been brushing off everything that he has been doing for too long now. If he thinks that I am going to forgive him easily he has another thing coming. He was reminding me too much of someone else. I need to stay away from him until I can get my head together…

"Luna, we're here," Pepper said, looking at me with worry written all over his face.

Groaning, I got out of the car, walking into her apartment. I'd been in here a few times. Pepper didn't really like leaving me home alone when Dad went out on trips, so she always had me over. I sat down at the little bar in her kitchen that Pepper used as a table to eat at.

"He's really gotten himself into a mess this time, huh Pepper?" I asked, using my forearms on the bar to keep me from collapsing.

"He has," Pepper replied, going into the bathroom, probably getting a first aid kit. She returned with the kit, along with a pair of tweezers.

"Thank you Pepper," I said sincerely. I honestly don't know what I would do without her, she was acting more and more as a parental figure towards me than a friend. And honestly, I liked it. I would be honored to call her my mother.

Pepper stood at the opposite side of the bar, and opened the kit. Then, she got out a pair of tweezers. "Ouch!" I exclaimed when she pulled something out of my face. I hadn't even noticed that it was stinging until now. Pepper dropped a small piece of bloody glass on a paper towel.

"Sorry," she apologized, but still looked determined, "but you can't go to sleep with all of this glass in you," I nodded, cringing with each piece of glass she pulled out.

When she was finished she got some antiseptic, and wiped my face with it gently. That stung. A lot. "Thank you Pepper," I thanked sincerely. She merely nodded.

"Can we talk in the morning?" I asked, "I feel like I'm ready to pass out," Pepper nodded. She gave me a pair of pajamas, I went to the spare room that I always slept in when I needed to stay over. I peeked in the mirror, cringing at what I saw. My back was a colorful combination of blue, black, and purple. Lovely. I changed into the new clothes carefully before collapsing on the bed, and promptly falling asleep.

A/N Tony's gotten himself into a load of shit. I think by now we all know how Luna's personality is, so I think we can make an educated guess on what is to come. I shall give no spoilers.

Please review. Reviews really give me an idea of how you guys think, and I honestly love them so much. They inspire me to write better and makes writing this so much more enjoyable than it already is.

Lets play a game, shall we? First person to guess what Luna's new power is correctly will get their username in this story somehow, or if you give me a name that you want me to use in the story I'll name one of the characters with a name that you have given me. This will go through the duration of the story until we learn what her power is, and I'll let all of you know who won. I'll just drop the name in where I find a place to put it. Or, I could create a whole new character specifically for that name. It all depends. I'll tell you when the game is closed. Happy guessing.

Until next time!