AN: This takes place eleven years after Endgame. Text like ==this== denotes Pepper wrote then crossed it out.
As always, thank you to the comments my previous fic Yellow Brick received. They're very appreciated!
Oh, guest so sorry about your mother and yeah grief is a strange thing isn't it? You never know where or when it will hit and sometimes it is year later.
Our ==little== girl is in her room crying and I don't know exactly how to help her. She had her heart broken for the first time today and it's taking all my willpower not to call the little insensitive brat ==Oh how I want to call him so much worse than just a brat!== up and tell him exactly what I think of him for breaking our baby's heart!
Morgan was so crazy about Kit, and despite the situation I am smiling as I hear you ask in a sarcastic voice What kind of a name is Kit? What exactly were his parents on when they decided to name him Kit? Who would name their kid Kit? Kit what? Like a sewing Kit? Kit is actually a nickname, and the name for the horrible little creep in question is actually Chandler Preston. ==I'm smiling again by the way, because I know you would have something smart to say another the name Chandler too.==
I am not looking forward to the moment when either Rhodey or Happy finds out about Kit breaking up with Morgan for another girl. I know both of them are going to want to kick the kid's butt into the middle of next century. I wouldn't be surprised if in Rhodey's case, though, if I actually have to stop him from wanting to do worse to the kid. You know, like grabbing one of your old gauntlet's and blasting him in his zit covered face! I'm not sure how I will be able to stop him after he finds out since I myself almost told FRIDAY to power up my old Rescue suit and went after the little creep myself ==again I really want to call this boy something stronger==!
It's amazing how homicidal thoughts can run rampant through your head when someone you love has been hurt by someone else, isn't it?
In any case, I am doing my best to keep from giving in to my impulse of dusting off one of my gauntlets, and blast him into the middle of the next century!
But it's not easy to do! By any means, it is not an easy thing to do!
I can only imagine how much I would have to be holding you back from doing the same thing.
I'm sitting here, thinking of you Tony. I am remembering what loving you and being loved by you felt like. Oh Tony, why did it take us so long to realize how we felt about each other? The better question is why did it take us so long to do something about how we felt?
I am also thinking about how much that I hope, how much that I want Morgan to some day find someone who will love her like you loved me. I want her to know how wonderful love can be when you have found the other part of yourself.
What I don't want her to know is what it's like when you find that part of yourself that you didn't know you were missing, and suddenly he's gone. I hope, I pray Morgan never finds out what that's like because losing you was almost more than I could bear.
But she isn't going to ever know what that's like. No, she is only ever going to know the sweetness of finding the love of your life.
Please, let it be all she ever knows.