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Chapter Twelve
'Reforged'
Hangar / 22.03.2010
Walking up the ramp of the Bus, Coulson removed his sunglasses, stowing them in his jacket.
"Stark." spoke Coulson, looking to where Tony and Rhodey were securing a crate. "You won't be going anywhere with your arm like that."
"I'll manage," replied Tony, tearing off the sling.
Coulson sighed, "Not going to-"
"Episkey," muttered a voice from behind Coulson.
"Nice," grinned Tony, flexing his healed arm as Harry stepped into the Bus, returning his wand to his pocket, hospital gown swapped for jeans and a black hoodie with a brown leather jacket over the top.
"Glad to see you made, Mr. Potter," stated Coulson.
"It's Harry," replied the teen, "Besides, that file you gave me, it said Voldemort will attack Little Whinging today, other than Hogwarts, that's the only home I know."
"I understand," replied Coulson, before setting off for the cockpit. "I'm going to talk to the pilot."
"Harry, meet Rhodey," smiled Tony, "Rhodey, Harry."
"I've heard a lot about you," nodded Harry, shaking Rhodey's offered hand.
"All bad, I presume," responded Rhodey, "it's all he ever remembers."
"A present, I whipped them up while up while you were out cold," informed Tony, opening a case to show their contents to Harry.
Reaching forward, Harry took one of the two cherry red gauntlets from the case, marveling at the sleeker design. "You made these in a few days?"
"More like the last couple of hours," admitted Tony, "the better resources here, wherever that is, helped, plus one of the techies was very helpful, what was his name again? Fry?"
"Fitz," supplied Rhodey.
"Anyway, I also had time to do a few repairs and upgrades to my suit," grinned Tony, "even a coat of paint."
"Buckle up, we're taking off," called Coulson from a walkway above, the ramp closing shut.
Yinsen sighed as he followed Agent Hart down the identical corridors. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"When the Ten Rings attacked your home in New York, you weren't the only survivor," replied Hart, opening a door with his ID card and entering.
"No," muttered Yinsen, going pale.
Slowly walking into the room, Yinsen felt his chest constrict.
"Hi, Dad," smiled a girl as she slowly stood up, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Antonia," whispered Yinsen, holding her close as she enveloped him in a tight hug. "How are you alive? I saw them shoot you."
"They did," replied Antonia, shrugging off the shoulder of her jacket to reveal a large scar on her shoulder. "I nearly didn't make it."
"I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you," stated Yinsen, hugging Antonia again.
"It wasn't your fault," assured Antonia.
Here it is, the rather, unfinished, draft of Chapter 12 that I've had sat around for the last year and a bit. The main reason I have for posting it is to avoid the rules on author's notes without content to pose anyone reading a question.
If I were to rewrite the story with an almost identical plot, but more fleshed out and with more direction, would you rather I started a new story entry, or updated this one.
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