Well, I'm sold on getting Ada a dog. I've spent so much time trying to figure out the perfect one. Even took a quiz lol.

Happy fathers day to all! Happy day to everyone! Enjoy this day and this chapter!

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The door abruptly opening has Ada's head whipping around to see Peter marching in like he owns the place. She furrows her brows as he grabs her wheelchair without a word then comes to her side.

"Hi..." She says slowly while the boy places his hands on his hips.

"You're late." He states, no trace of the usual amusement on his face.

"I'm n-not g-...going." She tells him and looks back down at her drawing-in-progress.

"Yes, you are," Peter grumbles to his stubborn friend, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off her legs.

"N-no po-point." She'd woken up that morning without any motivation to move. Physical therapy is stupid, she hates it. And Jason and his little motivational speeches. If she could stand up long enough, she'd punch him in the face. Even risk falling over after inevitably losing her balance. It'd be worth it.

Huffing, Peter shakes his head. "That's stupid, of course, there's a point." He plops down on the edge of the bed, gaze glued to her face. "And even if there wasn't, it's better than just sitting in here, sulking."

"N-not sulk-ing." Ada nearly pouts, finally looking up to her friend.

"Yes, you are," Peter tells her with a humorless smile. "Now, we're going."

"No,"

"Yes," Peter takes the sketchbook from her, tossing it across the bed to land on the couch even as Ada makes a noise of protest. "Come on, Ada," Peter softens. "We're best friends, you're supposed to talk to me."

"W-what do y-you wa-want me to say, P-Peter?" Ada asks, throwing her arms out to the side. She catches her right hand before it can hit the bed. The cast is off but she's still trying to be careful with it.

"I don't know," Peter shrugs helplessly. "How about we start with why you don't want to go to therapy when just last week you griping about not doing enough."

Ada opens her mouth to shout something that definitely wouldn't help the situation, but she stops and lets out a sigh. "I-I re-remembered my dream l-last night."

"Bad one?" Peter asks carefully and Ada nods. "Want to tell me about it?"

"Th-though I was l-late?" Shaking his head, Peter smiles. Speech therapy was working really well. Ada still got discouraged and frustrated often, but he could tell a big difference. But sometimes when she's upset, she stutters more.

"Alright, I'll leave it for now," Peter stands and slides one arm under her knees while the other goes behind her shoulders.

"I can get up myself." Ada protests but wraps her arms around Peter's kneck when he lifts her off the bed effortlessly.

"Yeah, I know," He says while depositing her into the wheelchair. "But I don't feel like waiting for your slow butt."

Ada snorts, cracking a smile as she shifts to be more comfortable. "Rude," She mumbles while placing her hands on the wheels to turn herself around.

"Yeah, yeah," Peter mutters as he follows after her. "I was going to tell you what's been going on lately but now..."

"T-that's just...cr-cruel." Ada grumbles as they both stop to wait for the elevator. "T-tell me."

"Well," Peter looks around them, waiting until the doors close, leaving them alone. "There's uh, someone else at the compound now."

"I-I've he-heard that." Ada tells him, looking up to him in curiosity. "Who?"

"Who'd you hear that from?" Peter asks, knowing Mr. Stark wouldn't tell her but Ada just shrugs and he guesses it was one of the other avengers. "James Buchanan Barnes," Peter leans down, whispering into her ear quickly, moving back just in time for Ada to turn her wide eyes towards him. "Winter Soldier," Peter continues mumbling. "Captain Rogers's childhood best friend. Apparently he's been in Wakanda and he's...better now? No longer trying to kill anyone."

"T-that's nice." Ada whispers at the doors slide open.

"I love how the elevator lasted just long enough me to say all of that." Peter says before grabbing the wheelchair handles and pushing Ada out onto the floor. "If asked, you didn't hear any of that from me."

"M-my lips a-are sealed." Ada says over her shoulder just as they come into the room. Jason stands from his seat and raises an eyebrow at her. She smiles sheepishly in return.

"Thank you, Peter." He tells the boy who nods in return. "I was starting to think you weren't coming."

"I w-wasn't," Ada admits, her and Peter's conversation already pushed to the back of her mind.

"Well, you're here now," Jason sighs and smiles down at her. "That's what matters. But don't think I'm going easy on you."

"W-wouldn't ex-expect that." Ada whisper and pushes her wheels to follow after him.

Peter sticks around for the whole session, helping when he can. Distracting Ada from the thoughts inside her mind that try to drag her down with them. She actually chuckles, he takes that as a big win.

When finished, instead of taking her back to her room, Peter wheels Ada around the hospital and takes her outside for some fresh air. Is does her good and when they get back and he helps her into bed, she falls into a sleep without dreams.

Ada feels better than she has in a long while. She get's to leave today. Dr. Anderson is discharging her. She thinks if he didn't she would've gone crazy really soon. Well, more crazy. She'll still need to attend physical therapy for a while, but she was okay to leave now. Ada had been so excited when she heard that, but then she thought about where she was going and her stomach flipped. Or when she thought about where she wasn't going.

Pepper brings her some clothes. Clothes that could've only come from her home, her bedroom. She pushes the thought aside. Some lose jeans and, embarrassingly enough, her Iron Man shirt. Ada changes on her own while the woman packs up anything of theirs left lying around the room before Mr. Stark returns from filling out paperwork.

He smirks when he sees her shirt and she rolls her eyes at him. "All good here?" He asks them both and Pepper nods. "Alright, I'll go bring the car around." He pats Ada on the shoulder as he passes, closing the door behind him.

Pepper throws her purse over her shoulder with a sigh and grins when Ada moves her chair out of the way. They insisted she ride it down to the car, but she wasn't taking it with them. She was still unstable on her feet, but she could manage.

"Ready, sweetie?"

"Be-beyond." Ada nods, allowing Ms. Potts to push her without protest.

The trip down is uneventful. Pepper helps Ada into the car while Tony takes the wheelchair back inside before joining them. "Buckled up?" He asks while putting the car into drive and the other two occupants of the vehicle nod.

It's the same car he drove when he came to get her from the police station, Ada notices a few moments into the drive. She wonders if that night is what changed everything. If she hadn't been having a bad day, she never would've gone out with Chris. If she didn't go out with him, she never would've been arrested. Then she wouldn't have had that fight with Peter and she wouldn't have skipped school to see him the next day. If neither of those things happened, her father never would have had a reason to be mad. They wouldn't have fought, Tony wouldn't have talked to him. They wouldn't have started getting closer. They never would've gone out to dinner for her birthday. They never would've crashed. She would still have her dad.

Ada sniffs and wipes her face when she becomes aware of the tears spilling from her eyes. She trains her gaze outside the window and watches the scenery pass without really seeing it. All of those events led to her getting her dad back, but she lost him so soon after. She'd rather him be alive and distant than the way they were starting to be and...dead.

"Ada," The voice pulls the teenager from her thoughts and she looks up to see both adults looking back at her with poorly concealed worry. "We're here." Nodding, Ada looks back out the window to see the car had stopped. She hadn't even noticed.

Pepper appears by her side as soon as she pushes the door open. As much as she hates it, Ada does need the woman's help in climbing from the car. She lets her hold onto her arm to keep her steady as they lead her inside.

The teenager pays little mind to her surroundings, not even when they enter the penthouse. It's large and open, modern but she can feel the homely vibe it has. Ada sighs quietly.

"Come on, I'll show you your room." Pepper says and ushers the girl to the side. The door is closed but the woman easily pushes it open. It's a nice room, around the size of her old one, but Ada only feels the pit in her stomach deepening. It's not her room. Not where she wants to be. There's nothing of hers there, the walls are a blank grey. Almost like the hospital but darker. Everything is pristine, untouched. It feels cold and she hates it.

"You can make it your own." Pepper tells her as they walk into the room. "Do whatever you like, change whatever you want."

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Ada makes no sign that she'd heard the woman. "C-can I -I ju-just b-be a-alone f-for a m-minute?" She clears her throat and avoids Pepper's eyes. She hasn't stuttered that much in days.

"Of course," Pepper nods, hesitating before squeezing the girl's shoulder and quietly stepping out of the room, shutting the door with a soft click.

Releasing a shuddering breath, Ada places her head in her hands when the knots in her stomach clench in pain. And she cries.

They're home! Finally.

Um, so I've been planning to bring Bucky in for a while. I have ideas, okay? It's gonna be great, just hang with me.

I'm struggling with writers block and finding motivation. So, yeah, lol. Updates will be slower.

Two teasers again because I don't know when I'll update. I have the next three chapters but I don't want to be posting chapter to chapter. I want to have plenty of written so..yeah.

TeaserI: He feels the way her hands clasp tightly to the back of his jacket and holds her tighter.

TeaserII: She'd known this would happen. Maybe in some way, she's glad it has.

Thoughts?

Also, like, for real, what dog would be best for Ada?

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