It took me a while to write this, not only did I break my keyboard (still broken), but I couldn't figure out what to write...so excuse my horrible story. Needs to be Beated.
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Heather had done many things in her life that she was not necessarily proud of, a lot of these things were spur of the moment or sheer stupidly. Like the time she spray painted the local bridge, she had been stupid and was caught right in the middle of spray painting a giant heart on the side of the cement walls.
She was lucky that it was her parents who caught her and not the police and still to this day a half-finished heart remained on the side of this bridge, the bridge was no longer in use.
After her granddaughter went missing, Grandmother Bethune spent large amounts of time by that bridge. She had even finished the half heart in hopes that somehow it would bring her precious granddaughter back.
There was a sick feeling she felt towards her grandson who had successfully ruined their family. Heather may have not been her blood granddaughter but she loved her like one from the moment she saw her. She never had any girls of her own, and neither did her son. Heather was the daughter she never had.
She was well aware of how Heather's older brothers treated her, and no matter how many times she had intervened it didn't seem to make a difference. The boys would treat Heather the same when no one was looking, and they would be stupid to get caught by their grandmother.
She was there every single time Heather needed her, and it hurt that Heather had not come to her, and instead chose to run away. Not even so much as a call was made to tell her that she was safe.
Even though Heather was her only granddaughter, and she held massive amounts of love for her. She would be the first to admit that Heather had a poor choice in men and she would always blame her father and her son for that.
In her high school years, Heather had chosen to date men who treated her like meat. So when Tony came round, she was more than happy that someone had taken interest in her that didn't see her as an accessory. She knew these feelings Tony had where new for him, and that their relationship wasn't perfect but it was still a great one.
A look of sadness passed Grandmother's face when she found the engagement band neatly placed on the banister of the deck, and to ensure that her granddaughter and Tony had a chance, pocketed them so Tony wouldn't see. She knew Tony was a smart man and that he wouldn't have tried to find her if he had seen the ring.
No one seemed to notice the old woman sneaking around the house, doing a number of things. First snooping through the barn only to discover Heather had been working on a new bike that she had intended to give Tony for his birthday. The sight had made her eyes water, because Heather had once firmly told him he would never get any of her bikes. She then snooped through all the mail Heather still accumulated even though she wasn't there.
It took the woman months to find anything, but when she did it came through the mail. At first it seemed like nothing, but when she had noticed the numerous stamps on the front saying it had been lost in delivery she knew it was important.
Her fingers shook as she opened the letter, and as soon as she discovered what was inside she grabbed her wallet and driving glasses. She failed to tell anyone where she was going, her old mind now on a mission and that mission was to knock some sense into her Granddaughter.
She had been to Canada before; she in fact grew up in Canada only moving to the states for a short period of time with her husband. They divorced after the birth of her son, where she then moved back to Canada until her now ex-husband died and gave the house to his only son.
The house was in total disarray when they first moved, and after a lot of her hard work it was a home. But even if that house was their home, it was nothing compared to the feeling of being back in Canada. There was a certain air to the country, and even something about its people.
She had gotten lost for the first time in years not use to the new changes in Toronto but as soon as she found her way she slowly drove the car to the hospital. She parked in two parking spots not caring who would get angry. She dared someone to say something to her, because the rage that was bubbling in her body would be far greater than anything someone could throw at her.
She had ignored the nurse's desk and marched up to the fifth floor in the hospital passing many curious on lookers. It didn't take a genius to notice the old woman was on a mission, and it was a mission that no one wanted to get in the way of.
She finally found the room she was looking for, walking in uncaring about who was in side. She could have been wrong in assuming that this is where Heather would be but when she stepped into the room to see her Granddaughter sitting on the opposite side of a sleeping form her hair cut extremely short she almost lost her temper.
A woman who was sitting closer to the door stood up to shoo her out of the room when she snapped. "Sit down you old hag! You come here!" she demanded pointing to the ground in front of her. The woman Heather had come to known as Lisa sat down slowly a look of fear etched on her face. She looked to Heather for guidance; Heather's face was twisted in anger. She was surprised to see her grandmother there, but when she quickly figured out the reasons behind her appearance she felt the anger bubble.
Pushing herself out of the chair she moved around the very small room, exposing to her grandmother the very large stomach she carried on her. Heather watched as her grandmother's face instantly softened. If she wasn't about to give her granddaughter a tongue lashing she would have praised her.
Not only because pregnancy looked good on her, but because the sight had proved her right. Heather had chosen to keep the baby, and proved that her grandson was a liar. It was among great speculation that she had chosen to abort, but she had held onto the belief that her precious granddaughter wouldn't.
Heather pushed passed her Grandmother, her stomach taking up so much room that she couldn't slip by. A silence hung over the two as Heather led her to a small room with four chairs. Shutting the door firmly behind them, as soon as they were cut off from the rest of the hospital Grandmother's had went directly to Heather's stomach. She tried to feel for some kind of movement but could only feel the shape of some kind of infant body part.
For an instant she almost forgot why she was there. Clearing her throat the older woman pointed to a chair commanding Heather to sit down. Although Heather was angry about her appearance she didn't dare challenge her. Sitting down the small chair Heather grunted, the weight off her feet.
"You and I both know why I'm here." She said sitting down beside Heather carefully, her small hands reached out for Heather's. A look of distress crossed Heather's face as she experienced the comfort from her grandmother. Heather didn't know why she would show such kindness towards her, when her family had basically shunned her only months prior.
The old woman gently patted her hand sighing as she chose her next words carefully. All anger she had walking up to the room had reduced to a small controllable simmer.
"I'm not going back." Heather said firmly running her hand through her hair, the sight of Heather's short hair made her sad even if she thought the short locks looked good on her. Tony would be surprised; she actually thought he might weep over the sight.
"We need to talk about what happened." She said softly watching the deep frown on Heather's face. Heather pulled her hand away from her grandmother, placing it under her large stomach. The older woman observed as small movements occurred in her stomach and knew the child was kicking.
"There is nothing to talk about." Heather said trying to calm down the child on the inside.
"There is a lot to talk about, and I think you really need to hear it." a huff came from Heather's lips she knew she had no choice but to listen but figured that if she did then she wouldn't have to later. She would listen to her grandmother then she would never have to see her again.
"Your brother black mailed the doctor into giving you saline injections instead of the birth control." Heather seemed shocked for a second, it had explained to her why she had gotten pregnant and she didn't need to be explained why her brother did it.
Her Grandmother then went on to explain his plan and how he had tried to catch Tony cheating on her with her Ex-boyfriends current girlfriend and how he had planned instead to get her pregnant, and dumped by Tony. Only then would he have felt that he had destroyed Heather's life. He didn't consider that Tony would want the child, and that had foiled his plan. Her brother was currently being sued by the doctor who had been brave enough to charge him, since Heather was not around.
When Grandmother was finished her story, Heather nodded her head in acceptance before standing up to leave the room. The bubbling of anger returned to the old woman's chest and she quickly followed after Heather.
"Is that it? You're just going to walk away? Return to the arms of the bastard who left you and your mother hanging dry?" a few nurses stopped in the hallway to watch the scene unfold, Heather had turned around to look at her grandmother with a deep frown.
"It's better than the family who didn't want me, and the boyfriend who didn't care about me." Heather spat watching her Grandmother's face turn red, the silence in the halls was so thick that they could hear the soft hum of machines.
"Your family loves you Heather. I love you, we may not be perfect but we dam well try. But if you want to throw away the best man who ever cared about you then you're a fool. That man Heather loves you so much! He hasn't stopped looking for you since you left." The words didn't seem to affect Heather and the old woman could only get angrier.
"Dam it Heather, How can you forgive your father and not Tony!" She snapped, Heather didn't respond but simply walked back into the room she was in before. She had many things running through her mind, and the emotions attached weren't helping. She shut the door behind her as she stepped into the room ignoring Lisa who was completely confused.
Silently Heather sat back down in her chair resting her hands on the side of the bed, her head completely in the clouds. She was quickly drawn out of her thoughts when a weak hand grabbed her's, her eyes quickly darted to see the source. A man, who was withered and sick, shook his head softly.
"Don't make the same mistakes as me." He rasped pointing at her, his hand shaking. Heather could only nod her head swallowing harshly as she took in his words.
The smell of booze seemed strong in the house, and no matter how hard Tony seemed to try he couldn't get the smell out. He of course had more than a couple drinks a night but unlike a few months ago he was sober during the day, and only started drinking at night.
This was usually the time he started to think about Heather, shifting in his seat he ignored the cell phone that went off. The sound had become accustom to him over the past couple months since Steve liked to call the only number he knew on speed dial and ask if he had found Heather yet.
He had learned just to ignore all calls because he didn't want to explain to anyone he hadn't found Heather. She was clever and had hidden herself well; he had no idea where she could be. Taking a large swallow of rum, he watched the phone shut its self-off as it finished its final ring.
The room was filled with silence for a few seconds before the obnoxious ringing started again; flipping the phone open he muttered an unpleasant greeting as he swallowed another mouth full of his drink.
"Get down here and talk some sense into the girl!" an old woman snapped on the other end of the phone. His mind blank with who was calling him, he switched his phone to his other ear.
"I'm sorry who?" he asked placing the bottle to his lips again. An angry grunt came from the other end of the phone and he listened intently as the women told him how much of an idiot he was.
"Heather of course you idiot!" she snapped, Tony choked on the rum he had swallowed and with one hand hit his chest to dislodge the culprit that managed to make his eyes water.
His mind could only think of one thing and the words blurted out of his mouth a lot faster than he could think of them. "Where is she?"
The trip to Toronto seemed long, but only after his head started to pound. He knew it was stupid to fly in his suit under the influence but he didn't think about it until he had crossed the border. By the time he reached Canada he was completely sober and had no idea what he was going to say. He only knew where he was going and who he was going to see.
People stood in awe as he landed on the roof of the hospital and they would have been flabbergasted to watch his suit fold down into a suitcase. Although the suit he was wearing was an older prototype it was the only one that turned into a suitcase. He had never thought he would need one to fold so small since he and Pepper had started to redesign the building.
It was a thought that had occurred to him one night in his drunken state and he thought it was a beyond brilliant plan, it meant he could avoid home as much as possible and since Heather was gone avoiding anything that had to do with her sometimes eased his troubled mind. But even though things like the Vanko incident he couldn't keep her completely off his mind.
He was thankful that his arms were so strong because when he picked up the suit it was heavy enough for him to grunt in annoyance, now at the location of Heather he walked down into the hospital ignoring the blabber of some nursing staff who were angry that Tony had used the roof for his own personal landing spot.
He had to quickly assure them that he would donate money to the hospital later; when they heard they would get new funding they backed off but continued to glare at him. He then proceeded to take the elevator to the floor Heather was on.
He was met with odd looks as he slowly read each door number before stopping at the number he was looking for. Steadying himself before stepping he ran his hand through his hair. The room was small and it had an eerie silence to it, an older thin man slept in the bed. He was completely bald and that included his eyebrows. It was obvious that he was undergoing chemo, and it was obvious that the man was Heather's father.
There was no way this man could deny that Heather was his daughter, and if he had hair he was sure it would match Heather's. There was a deep inhaling of breath from the other side of the room, and only then did he notice a woman sleeping on a makeshift bed. For a moment he didn't recognize who she was, until he had realised it was his precious Heather very pregnant and with short hair.
He couldn't help himself; it was almost as if she was calling him. He silently made his way across the room sitting on a small corner of the couch, his calloused hand reaching for her rounded stomach. He had waited so long to feel the swell of her stomach and now that he was running his thumb against it his eyes watered. The feeling was even more amazing than what he had anticipated. There was a sudden movement from under his hand and he could no longer stop the few tears from escaping.
A sharpe pain irradiated from his jaw and he found himself not only dazed but bleeding. "You fucking creep!" Heather snapped struggling to get up off the couch as he nursed the split lip she skillfully gave him.
"I can't believe you! The first thing you do when you show up out of the blue is feel me up? Not even so much as a hello? You disgusting pig!" she snapped, he had caught her movement just in time, she had raised her hand to hit him again but he stopped it grabbing her arm. Now even angrier then she was before she reached to smack him again and he skillfully blocked it.
"Okay, you and I both know I deserved that!" he said trying to calm her down, he wanted to talk to her, he wanted to make everything right and if that meant her breaking his nose then he would let it happen.
"You deserve a kick in the..."
"I came here to talk to you, not fight." He said softly, Heather snorted pulling her hands away from him with a tug. He waited for her to throw another punch but when she crossed her arms he relaxed.
"Well then I'm not going to listen or give you any chance to explain yourself, because you Tony Stark are an egotistical jerk!" she snapped, he had realised she was completely serious because like he didn't give her a chance to explains herself. She was trying to get up and storm out of the room. The sight warmed his heart, Heather couldn't get off the couch and for the first time in her life she couldn't run away from her problems.
"Please, be a better person then me and hear me out." he said, Heather had given up and glared at him. She was clearly panting and tried from her attempted escape. Having no choice but to listen she crossed her arms and looked away.
If she wanted him to beg, then he was going to beg. Getting down on his knees he crawled over to Heather grabbing her knees in attempt to draw her attention to him. She was pretending to ignore him and that was more than enough for him.
"You have no idea how sorry I am, how long I looked for you, and how much I hate myself." His small speech had begun to catch Heather's attention and she watched as he admitted so many things, but the most shocking if all was that he was at dying before she had left, and she was the only thing that was barely holding him together. He had failed to notice the small river of tears that had fallen down her face until a few of them fell onto his hands. She was trying very hard to try and keep it together but her hormones weren't allowing her.
"You were supposed to be my best friend, my everything and you weren't there to protect me when I needed you most. You wouldn't even listen to me!" she wept covering her face with her hands, the sight broke his heart. She was right, it was his job to protect her and he had been so angry at the time he actually casted her out when she needed him most.
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