As we file into the house Harley grabs my arm and whispers, "It was relevant."

I shrug and give him an apologetic look. The house smells of home made food and vanilla. I smiled at the familiar scent. Carmen leads us into the living room and she gestures for us to sit on the couch.

She turns to where she assumes I am because I always sit in the same place, and says, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Oh right. Um...to the right is Harley. He's sitting in your grandmother's chair,"

Harley nods and Peter nudges him to speak, "Um...hi."

"On the far end of the couch is Peter and next to me is Morgan. I'm sitting in my usual spot on the end of the couch."

She nods and Peter and Morgan gives their own hellos.

"Nice to meet you guys. So, why do you need my help?"

"We need you to call my dad!" Morgan says quickly. Peter, Harley, and I all send her a look to me quiet but it looks like she's choosing to ignore them.

"Oh and who's your dad?"

Before any of us can stop her Morgan says, "Tony Stark."

Carmen's mouth drops at the same time Peter and Harley shout, "Morgan!"

Morgan shrugs and looks at me, "You said we could trust her, right?"

"We can trust her. Right, Carmen?"

Carmen nods and swallows. She turns towards me, "Um...Jarvis? Can I speak to you in the other room please?"

Peter and Harley give me skeptical looks as I say, "Yep."

Carmen and I walk out of the living room into her room with Acero on out heels. I close the door behind us and Carmen spins around to face me.

"¿Puede alguno de ellos hablar español?"

"Sí, Peter, pero si hablamos lo suficientemente rápido, no podrá seguir el ritmo."

"Multa. ¿Qué haces con la hija de Tony Stark?"

"Es una larga historia."

"Mejor dilo rápido si quieres mi ayuda."

"Sí, sí. Ayudé a Morgan a llegar a casa hace dos semanas y allí conocí a Tony y Pepper Stark. Peter y Harley son los hermanos mayores sustitutos de Morgan porque son los protegidos de Tony. Luego la policía me atrapó y me arrojaron a hogares de guarda. Me dieron una paliza allí y Tony y Peter terminaron ayudándome. Tony me compadeció, así que me acogió. Te lo habría dicho si pensara que iba a durar. Anoche, la casa fue atacada por estos tipos malos que creo que intentaban matarnos. Escapamos y los traje a nuestro antiguo lugar para pasar la noche. Necesitamos su ayuda para contactar a Tony porque piratearon su A.I. y todos sus amigos serían contactados a través de eso," I say quickly with a sigh after getting the story off my chest.

Carmen sighs and runs her hands through her hair, "¿Algo más que necesito saber?"

"No."

She nods and gestures for me to exit the room. We walk out of the room to fine Harley and Peter waiting anxiously and Morgan eagerly looking around the living room.

Carmen clears her throat, "So what do you guys need me to do?"

Harley clears his throat, "Well we need to make contact with Tony but we need to do it without technology. So we need you to go down town to his office building and ask for Happy Hogan. Give him a slip of paper that has all the information he'll need to give to Tony."

"Sounds simple enough. You guys will wait here?'

"Yeah," I say.

She nods, "Okay. I'll go see when the next bus to the city is. In the meantime, you guys can make yourself comfortable. There's food in the kitchen and Jarvis can cook. There's a shower you guys can use and I'm sure J has old clothes around here somewhere you can borrow. J, there are pain killers in the medicine cabinet."

I'm about to ask her what she's talking about when she says, "I can hear the unsteadiness in your walk and the slight pain in your voice. Take some medicine. I'll be back in a few," she says as she walks out of the room.

As soon as she's out of ear range, Peter turns to me, "How do you know she's not going to call the cops or snitch to the people we're after?"

I shake my head, "You guys have been in this superhero business way too long. You guys can stay here acting all suspicious or you can come with me and get something to eat and get some clean clothes. Choice is yours."

I turn to walk out of the living room when I hear Morgan say, "Wait!"

I turn back around and watch her glance at Peter and Harley before deciding to follow me.

She looks at me, "I'm hungry."

I smile, "Me too, Half-Pint. Let's find something to eat."

I take her hand and lead her to the back of the house where the kitchen is. When we get there, I pick her up and set her down on the island.

"What do you want to eat?"

She taps her hand on her chin and then says, "Blueberries!"

"Blueberries. Ok," I say as I open Carmen's fridge. As I expected there wasn't a lot of food since Carmen normally ordered out or made ramen when her mom wasn't home. And from the looks of it, she hadn't been home much this week. She's probably been pulling double shifts because their rent is almost due and so is Carmen's school fees for the semester. I go straight for a bottom drawer where I know there are most likely to be blueberries in there. I smile when I put them in there. Graciella, Carmen's mom, used to keep them in the fridge for when Dani and I came by. Guess the habit hasn't broken.

I turn back towards Morgan to find that Peter and Harley had wandered into the room and were sitting down in chairs at the island. I put the blueberries on the counter where I knew Morgan couldn't reach them and pulled open a cabinet. I reached and grabbed the flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder. I turned back to the fridge and grabbed the milk, butter, and a few eggs. I placed all this by the blueberries and went and grabbed a bowl to mix my batter.

As I came back over to join them at the island while I cooked, Harley says, "You're awfully familiar with the house."

I shrug, "I spent a lot of time here growing up and Carmen's mom doesn't change where things go so Carmen can find things."

Harley nods, "Makes since. She mentioned you probably had clothes around here, why?"

"I used to spend the nights here sometimes. Plus, when my mom died, Graciella took most of our stuff."

Morgan looks over curiously as I begin to pour the blueberries into my mix, "What are you making?'

"Blueberry pancakes."

"Yum," I hear Carmen say from the doorway. She walks in and takes a sear next to Harley.

"I've missed your amazing cooking. You were always much better than me. Even when I could see."

I smirked, "That's cause you never measured anything correctly. It was annoying."

She shrugged, "What can I say? I have that affect on people."

I roll my eyes I turn around to the stove and start heating up a pan.

"So," Peter begins to ask, "did you find anything about the bus routes?"

"Yeah. The next when leaves in about an hour and a half. Plenty of time to eat and make sure you guys are squared away."

Peter nods but he still looks worried, "Are you sure your mom would be ok with us staying here for a bit? And with you helping us?"

She nods, "She trust Jarvis as much as I do. She sees him like a son. If he says you guys are good, you're good. As for going into the city, I do that all the time by myself. I'm good as long as I have Acero."

"Ok," Peter says a bit more relaxed.

"So what am I suppose to say when I get there? Hey, is Tony Stark here because I know where his missing kids are?"

"No," Harley says glaring at her.

He pulls out an envelope with a letter inside that he and Peter must have written while I was catching Carmen up.

"You need them to call Happy Hogan down. Give Happy this letter and he'll know what to do."

She holds out her hand for the letter and Harley gives it to her. She sticks it inside her jacket pocket, "Ok, just one question? How do I get them to get this Happy guy to me?"

I turn around with a stack full of pancakes, "Breakfast is ready. Car, I put the extra batter in the fridge."

"You're a life saver," she says as I hand her a plate with her pancakes on it and some utensils.

"Yeah right. Fork and knife are to your right."

She nods and starts to join Harley and Peter in devouring their food. Morgan, surprisingly is slowly eating her pancake that Peter had cut into bits. I grabbed by own food and asked, "So how is she going to get Happy?"

Harley swallows, "When you enter the building, there will be a front desk to your right. Walk towards it and tell the lady at the front desk that you think Tony Stark is your dad. Pull out the letter and say your mom wrote this for him. They'll end up calling Happy to deal with the situation and he'll read the letter."

She raises an eyebrow, "You really think your plan will go this smooth?"

Harley shrugs, "Even if it doesn't, they might call him for security purposes."

She nods, "Ok…well I hope it works."

"So do we," Peter says.

Fifteen minutes later we're all done eating and I've quickly washed the dishes. Once I'm done Carmen says, "You all probably want to get some clean clothes. Come on, I think J's old things are upstairs."

We nod and follow her up the stairs to the second floor and head towards the last room at the end of the hall. She opens the door and I'm greeted with the familiar sight of Carmen's old childhood bedroom. Most of it looked exactly how we left it except for the cardboard boxes now stacked in the corner of the room where her dresser, that's now downstairs in her new room, used to be.

She gestures around, "There's cardboard boxes full of your old stuff around here somewhere."

"I see them," I say as I guide her over towards them and we all start looking through them for clothes.

"Why aren't the boxes labeled?" Peter asks as he opens one.

"Some cop packed them and didn't care. Most of it's junk anyways."

After looking for a few minutes, I find a box with some of my old clothes in them. Most of my stuff was hand me downs from other boys in the neighborhood so they never fit me right then, but some of it might fit me now. Especially the shirts.

"There might me some t-shirts in here that might fit you guys, " I say as I push the box over to Harley and Peter.

The both grab the box and search through it. I had already grabbed my favorite t-shirt and hoodie that I had left here last time I had stayed here months ago. Graciella must have packed it away with my old stuff.

Peter pulled out a worn out red t-shirt, "This looks like it might fit me."

I nod is agreement, "Good thing most of my clothes were baggy."

Carmen chuckles, "I had forgotten about that. Your clothes always looked like they were drowning you."

I roll my eyes, "Thanks for the reminder."

She smirks, "Your welcome."

Suddenly Morgan squeals and pulls out a familiar looking pink shirt, "I find a pink shirt! It's so cute! Can I wear it?"

At pink shirt Carmen visibly pales and I swallow, "Yeah. It would look great on you."

Morgan nods happily and goes back to looking in the box. I watch her as I fold some of the other clothes we took out and begin to put them back in their box.

"Jarvis? Why is there a picture of me in here?"

"Huh?" Peter asks confused. Harley looks just as confused as him.

I furrow my brow, "What picture?"

She pulls out a familiar frame and my heart stops as I watch her pull it out fully and turn the picture around so I can see it.

"This one."

In the picture there is a woman, a little boy, and a little girl, both around the same age as Morgan when the photo was taken. The boy's hair is a dirty blonde with chocolate brown eyes, and tanned skin. The little girl has dark brown hair and looks very similar to Morgan. The only difference was her eye color which was green. The woman was a skinny Hispanic woman with long wavy black hair with a skin color only a shade darker than her sons.

Carmen looks at me because even though she can't see, she knows what photo Morgan is referring to.

"That's not you Morgan. That's...that's my sister Dani."