TITLE: Spellbound

DISCLAIMER: All things Harry Potter belong J K Rowling. Tony Stark, SHIELD, Nick Fury, and everyone else belong to Marvel Comics / Marvel studios, as does any of the characters in the MCU that get dragged kicking and screaming into this... basically, if you recognise it, it isn't mine… I'm just here for the fun.

Ginny looked up from her book for a second time to check the man that had introduced himself as Tony was fast asleep, a nurse had come by with some food for them both, a large type of sandwich in rolled bread and some crisps, along with a large pot of coffee for the man and a muggle drink for her. She'd eaten the sandwich happily, though the metal can of something called 'classic coca cola' had been left alone.

She'd been subtly watching the man for any sign he was going to do anything, her wand acting as a bookmark in her book for now so it would be easy to reach and use to defend herself and Hermione, though the man had just sat there, fiddling with some sort of glass muggle device for a while before falling asleep. So she'd watched for a moment, contemplating him.

He definitely reminded her of Hermione, she could say that for certain. He had the same brown eyes that were always flicking around looking for something to learn, the same wild hair, though his looked to be pretty straight compared to Hermione's bushy mane. There was just something about him, his face, that reminded her of Hermione, a kindness but with metal underneath that was stronger than anything else. She had no doubt he could be stern if he wanted to be, but for now he simply looked weary and worried, and that sort of worried couldn't be faked, unless he was a far better actor than she was giving him credit for, and she'd grown up with Fred and George, so she knew acting when she saw it.

She'd also noticed a glow coming from his chest under the black t-shirt he was wearing, she'd tried to decipher the writing on the t-shirt for a while but had given up after a while. She was pretty sure it said 'Black Sabbath', but the swirling script made it had to read when he kept fidgeting and moving around. The blue glow coming from the center of his chest still caught her eye though, and short of being some sort of large necklace or something, she couldn't imagine what it was at all.

She'd actually breathed a sigh of relief aloud when he'd rolled up his sleeves to get comfortable and pour some more coffee, even from her position on the other side of the bed she could see his forearms as he moved around, and aside from a few scars, there were no indications of any dark mark or anything else that would trouble her. So far, the man looked to be exactly what he said, just a worried muggle that was too tired to think straight at the moment.

She closed her book silently as she stood up, slipping her wand out and readying it up her sleeve for now as she put the book down on the chair she'd vacated before quietly walking across the room, watching the man for any indication that he was going to wake up and do anything before she slipped out of the door, closing it quietly behind her before watching through the window in the door for several minutes to make sure the man stayed asleep.

"Miss?"

She turned around at the voice, catching sight of the nurse that had brought the food and drinks in earlier. "Hi." She said with a small smile. "I'm just… um…"

"We moved your parents and brothers to a waiting room just down the hall," The nurse explained with a smile. "Just down there, fourth door on the left." He explained, pointing down a corridor that came off the main area of rooms that Hermione had been moved to. "Toilets are on your right as well." He finished off.

"Thanks," Ginny nodded at that, moving off in the direction the nurse had indicated to find her parents, her wand already at the ready as she walked down the new corridor. Thankfully she found the room easily enough, slipping through the door quietly she was greeted with her mum and dad rushing over to her quickly and asking half a dozen of questions.

"Thank Merlin, the doctor wouldn't let us in the room, kept saying only two visitors at a time while she was resting." Arthur said quickly, explaining why they hadn't come in when the strange man had entered the room.

"How is she dear? Is he a relative of Hermione's?" Molly asked, dragging Ginny in for a quick hug.

"She's still resting," Ginny explained. "The doctors called him Mr Stark and seemed pretty big on keeping him happy. It was like he's a Malfoy or something, people bringing him food and drink so he didn't even have to get up from the chair they brought him."

"He… he's not a…" Molly asked fearfully.

"I don't think so," Ginny shook her head. "He doesn't look like a Malfoy anyway, and he keeps fiddling with a muggle device, I think the Malfoy's would rather cut their arms off than do something like that." She said with a laugh.

"Well, no dear." Molly had to agree with her reasonings on that. "We were just worried," She explained. "Arthur kept trying to look through the window, but that muggle doctor kept shooing him away."

"They're just doing their jobs mum," Ginny sighed with a smile. "He was the one that asked the doctor to bring you guys some food and get you a room to wait in." She explained.

"Ahh, I wondered where those sandwiches had come from." Molly smiled thankfully. "The nurse didn't say anything when he brought them in."

"Where's Fred and George?" Ginny asked finally, realising that it was only her parents in the room at the moment, worrying about the thought of the twins running around a muggle hospital on their own she looked back at her mum in panic.

"Your mother took them home," Arthur explained. "Those muggle drinks gave them more energy than a dozen pepper up potions, they couldn't sit still."

"Wow, I'm glad I didn't drink mine." Ginny whispered, trying to imagine how crazy the twins must have been going with that much energy.

"They were making right nuisances of themselves. Merlin knows how much sugar must be in those things." Molly shook her head in disgust. "I told them to use that energy to find Ron and let him know how Hermione is doing." She explained, frowning at the thought that Ron had rather chosen to spend time back at the house practicing Quidditch than come and see Hermione again.

"I'm sure he was just trying to make us comfortable dear," Arthur said, calming Molly down. "Muggles must drink that sort of thing all the time to keep going without magic to help them." He explained. "I should go and thank him."

"He fell asleep," Ginny explained quickly. "He was telling me how he flew all the way from somewhere called Las Angeles to London when he found out about Hermione."

"A muggle city on the other side of America." Arthur explained. "Well, that explains why he's tired then. He must have flown on a muggle airplane over the ocean. Merlin that's impressive, I'd love to find out…"

"Not now Arthur," Molly whispered, smacking him on the shoulder. "He came all the way from America when he found out?" She asked, turning back to Ginny.

Ginny nodded at that. "He said…" She paused before continuing when she reasoned her parents were going to find out anyway. "He said he was Hermione's father." She explained. "And I can see it really, when I was watching him, he acts like Hermione does in the library, he looks like her too."

"Hermione's mother must have remarried." Arthur mused thoughtfully. "Not uncommon these days with muggle families." He said aloud. "The Ministry has a hell of a time tracking down some young witches and wizards sometimes, living in different homes at different weeks. Very tricky business you know."

"Muggles," Molly whispered, shaking her head in bemusement.

"So Hermione's dad's American?" Ginny asked thoughtfully, realising that must have been the strange accent he spoke with.

"I'm sure the doctors wouldn't have let him in the room or organise things around him if he wasn't family dear." Molly explained with a smile.

"But what does that mean for Hermione?" Ginny asked, looking between her mum and dad. "Will she go to live with him now? In America? What about Hogwarts and Harry and Ron?" She asked in quick succession.

"I don't know," Arthur admitted. "If he is Hermione's legal guardian now, then I'd assume that she would go and live with him wherever that is."

"That sucks." Ginny whispered quietly.

Hermione was just starting to stir when she heard the door to the room click shut, it took her a minute of blinking her eyes to adjust to the light in the room and focus before she realised it was Ginny that had come in.

"Ginny," She tried to say, coughing a bit and wincing at how sore he throat was as she saw Ginny move quickly to her side of the bed.

"Hey there." Ginny smiled softly, moving to stand by the side of the bed and hold her shoulder softly.

"What… where?" Hermione asked, looking around the room and catching sight of the unfamiliar man asleep in the chair on the other side of the room.

"The doctors moved you to another room so you could get some rest." Ginny explained quickly. "Gave dad a hell of a fright wheeling your bed around with all this…." She paused before flicking her eyes to the man to make sure he was still asleep. "Muggle stuff hooked up to you." She finished with a whisper.

"Who's he?" Hermione asked in another whisper, trying to lean her neck around to get a better look at the man but wincing in pain as she moved.

"He said he flew over from America when he heard about the accident." Ginny said softly, trying not to mention Hermione's mum and dad, knowing it would upset her more every time she spoke about them. "Dad's been going crazy wanting to talk to him about airplanes and things." She said with a small smile.

"America?" Hermione whispered, her eyes going wide at that. She didn't know anyone in America, did she? Her mum and dad had never mentioned any uncles or family out there. Her grandparents on both her mum and dad's side had died when she was little, and her mum and dad had never said they had any brothers anywhere, so she couldn't think of anyone that would fly all this way for her.

She choked back a cry as she thought of her parents again, blinking fiercely and forcing herself not to cry as the thoughts of what had happened came back to her mind again.

"Sorry," Ginny whispered, leaning down over the bed to hug Hermione gently, doing her best not to put any weight on the muggle hard things that had been wrapped around Hermione's arm and leg. "I'm sure he's…"

"What? I'm awake!" The man suddenly muttered, shaking his head and looking around the room. "Dozed off?"

"You looked like you needed it." Ginny said with a small smile as she pulled back from gently hugging Hermione.

"Oh, hey, you're awake." He said, standing up from the chair and stretching before moving to the side of the bed opposite Ginny.

"Hi," Hermione whispered nervously.

"Sore throat?" The man nodded knowingly. "I'll get someone to get you some water." He said, moving away from the bed quickly and to the door where he poked his head out and waved someone over, talking quietly to him.

"Definitely American." Hermione confirmed to Ginny, recognising the accent easily enough.

Ginny nodded back but didn't really know what Hermione was talking about, happy enough to simply agree that she was right, she always was anyway.

"The doctor brought those in for you while you were sleeping," Ginny said as he came back into the room and closed the door behind him, pointing to the pile of papers that had been left on the small table near the pot of coffee.

"Right," The man nodded, seemingly ignoring the important looking papers for now as he walked back over to stand by Hermione's bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked then winced. "Sorry, stupid question, ignore that." He said, shaking his head.

"Would this help?" Ginny asked, kneeling down to pick up the metal can of muggle drink she'd left by the side of her chair earlier, remembering what her dad had said about muggles needing the sugar in them to keep functioning.

"You're a goddess," The man said reverently as he accepted the can from her, stepping back from the bed as he opened it with a quick motion and drank deeply from the red can.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked, looking to Ginny. Still curious about the strange man in the room with them. Ginny seemed pretty relaxed around him for now, and she knew if Molly and Arthur were worried by him then they'd be in the room with her as well.

"Nearly two." Ginny said softly. "Mum took Fred and George home, they drank too much sugar and couldn't keep still." She said with a small smile.

"Oh merlin," Hermione whispered, blinking and trying to imagine when Fred and George on a sugar high must have looked like.

"Hi, right, lets try that again." The man said, having emptied the can of drink and crumpled it in his hand before tossing it idly into a bin in the corner of the room. "I'm Tony."

"Hermione." She whispered back, her throat still a bit sore.

"Was hoping that, either that or I was in the wrong room." Tony said with a grin.

"I should go," Ginny said quietly. "Give you two some space."

Hermione saw Tony smile thankfully at that but she shook her head quickly. "Stay, please?" She said softly, trying to reach up with her right hand to grab Ginny but failing miserably at the attempt, wincing in pain as the movement stretched the IV in her forearm.

"Ok, if you want me to." Ginny nodded, seeing Hermione's arm relax as she agreed to stay.

"Fine by me," Tony shrugged. "It's just… it's personal ok?" He explained. "And a bit awkward." He admitted when he saw the look Hermione was giving him.

"Ginny stays." Hermione croaked out.

"No argument here." Tony shrugged, holding up his hands in a mock surrender pose, knowing Hermione would probably want some moral support anyway, and by the look of things she trusted the redhaired girl enough.

"Who are you?" Hermione whispered, wanting some answers at last.

"Tony Stark," Tony introduced himself, catching the glint of recognition in Hermione's eyes when he said his name. "You've heard of me?" He asked aloud when he saw the curious look on Ginny's face.

"In magazines," Hermione admitted. "I thought I recognised you."

"Probably the painkillers dulling your brain, happens." Tony nodded.

"You know him?" Ginny asked curiously, looking between the man and the shocked look on Hermione's face right now.

"No, she doesn't." Tony said, a sad look on his face. "I… I knew your mom, a while back actually. About sixteen years ago really." He said quietly.

"You knew my mum?" Hermione asked in shock, trying to figure out what her mum would have been doing to know someone famous like Tony Stark.

"She worked for me," Tony admitted. "Before, you know, going to dentist school and meeting your dad." He explained.

"Oh," Hermione whispered, not knowing what else to say to that really and still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Tony Stark was in her hospital room and had flown all the way from America to see her. "You… you stayed in touch?"

"Not really," Tony admitted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I didn't… you see…" Tony trailed off as he tried to think how to word things properly. "I only found out about you and your mum yesterday." He started slowly. "I came as soon as I saw the news." He said quickly.

"You… you must have been good friends." Hermione whispered, forcing back another sob as she thought about her parents again.

"Actually, I hadn't seen your mom in a long time," Tony admitted. Sixteen years." He said again, hinting and hoping that the drugs hadn't dulled the girls brain enough that she wouldn't get the hint.

"Sixteen…" Hermione trailed off as she spoke aloud, her eyes going wide as she caught on to what Tony was hinting. "Oh!" She said in shock, her face expressing the surprise at what she was being told.

"I'm pretty sure my face looked like that when I found out." Tony admitted with a grin. "Only, you know, less hair." He said with a forced laugh. "Actually, I fell off a chair if you really want to know." He grinned, sharing the secret with the two girls.

"You… you…" Hermione tried to speak but couldn't put into words what she was thinking, her brain had completely stalled at the news that someone else was her father. That couldn't be right surely, she knew her dad, she'd always known her dad, they didn't really look alike really but her mum had always said she took after her side of the family not his.

"Hi," Tony waved with a grin.

"He's your dad?" Ginny asked curiously.

"That's what the paternity test says," Tony nodded in agreement, watching as that bit of news sunk into Hermione's head. She was obviously smart and quick witted, even with the painkillers dulling her brain he could see that she recognised what a paternity test was and what it meant. "I mean, we can do another one if you want? Now you're awake and whatever else you need?" He said quickly, catching the worried look on Hermione's face. "The hospital here seems pretty good, they could probably do one, I think. If not, I'm sure I've got someone back at the London offices who can do one quickly enough." He explained.

"You… you came for me?" Hermione whispered, still in shock at what she was being told. She'd always known she'd been born before her parents had got married, their wedding photos showed her as a flower girl two, maybe three years old in the photos, but she'd always just assumed that they'd been together for a long time before they got married and hadn't really asked about it much. Whenever she did her mum would go quiet, she'd always figured it was down to her dad being religious and not wanted to talk about having a baby before they were married, not that she'd been born before he parents had even met.

"Of course." Tony said firmly. "Hey, I might have only just found out about this, but I'm not an idiot." He said with a smile. "I came as soon…" He trailed off as the door to the room opened, catching all of their attention as a doctor and nurse came in.

"You're awake then," The doctor smiled as he moved to the bed when Tony stepped aside. "How are you feeling?" He asked, bringing up a plastic cup of water with a straw in for her to drink from. "Better now you've slept some?" He asked once she'd drank some water.

"A bit," Hermione said, thankful for the cool liquid that she'd been offered.

"Think you can sit up?" The doctor asked. "We can raise the bed up to make you a bit more comfortable if you'd like." When she nodded at that he reached down to the bed controls. "Tell me if you feel any pain in your back alright?" He said firmly, waiting for the nurse to move around to the other side of the bed and steady her cast arm before he pressed the button to raise up the head portion of the bed slowly, angling it up to about thirty-five degrees before stopping. "Any pain?" He asked.

"My chest, not my back." Hermione admitted, still reeling from what she'd just been told by Tony Stark.

"That's just bruising, it'll go down over time and get easier." The doctor explained, moving to help Hermione sit up a bit and pull the hospital gown out from underneath her back to reduce the tightness across the front of her body from where she'd been sleeping. "We're going to lower the dose of pain killers alright? If it gets bad again, I want you to let someone know and we'll bring in an extra dose for you alright?" He asked, checking with her and then confirming it with Mr Stark as well.

"Ok," Hermione nodded, watching as the nurse fiddled with one of the machines hooked up to the IV that was connected to her right arm.

"You're doing really well," The doctor said reassuringly to Hermione. "The casts will itch but I want you to try and keep them as still as you can." He explained. "You've got some nasty breaks there. Another option would be pinning the bones together to help them heal, I wouldn't really recommend it on someone so young though, the recovery time might be even longer after the operation. I'd rather wait and see how they're doing on their own before recommending surgery."

"Wait," Hermione said quickly.

"What do you think?" The doctor asked, looking to Mr Stark.

"It's her choice," Tony said. "If she wants to wait, then wait." He said with a nod.

"Very well," The doctor nodded, happy that his advice was being listened to. "If you have any more discomfort or trouble sleeping, I want you to let us know." He said firmly.

"Ok," Hermione nodded meekly, knowing from her parents that following medical advice was always the best thing to do.

"Good," The doctor smiled at that. "We'll organise some more X-rays for later in the week, see how you're doing. But it's going to be two months at the minimum before the cast is removed. Maybe three for your arm depending on how you heal."

"Thanks doc," Tony nodded as the doctor moved away from the bed.

"I'd like to keep her in for a few more nights of observation," The doctor explained. "I'm certain there's no concussion or nerve damage, but in these cases its better to be safe than deal with a problem later on."

Tony watched the shocked look on the redhead's face and the shared look between the girls, seeing their worried expressions he could see that the girls were close friends. "What about private care?" He asked, catching the doctor before he left the room. "Will she be well enough to be moved out of the hospital if I have someone to keep an eye on her?"

"That could be arranged." The doctor nodded after thinking for a moment. "I'd still like to have her for observation for at least one more night, we can run some last x-rays through tonight, but if she feels up to it, I'd be comfortable releasing her as long as there was an adequate professional on site in case she needs it."

"Tell me what she needs and I'll have it waiting for her." Tony said firmly. "Wheelchairs, nurses, whatever she needs."

"Very well," The doctor said calmly, knowing full well that the Stark money could afford probably better equipment than the hospital could offer anyway. "I'll draw up a list of things she'll need, along with recommendations for what will make things easier for her." He said, mentally already drawing up the list in question.

"No expense spared." Tony nodded.

"That will make things easier." The doctor admitted. "I'm assuming you have an area of disabled accessible living to accommodate her?"

"All Stark buildings are disabled accessible," Tony waved the worry away. "Have been for years now."

"If Miss Granger feels up to it then and there is suitable care provided for her, I see no reason why not then." The doctor explained. "I'll have the list for you within the hour."

"Thanks," Tony nodded, mentally dismissing the doctor as he turned back to Hermione and moved back to her bed side, waiting for the nurse to finish changing the IV bag on her side before moving away and letting Ginny come back to sit by her side again.

"You… you have all that?" Hermione asked in a whisper, having been following the conversation between the doctor and Tony.

"Probably," Tony shrugged. "Stark Medical manufactures a lot of equipment for hospitals all over the world. I can have anything you need shipped here within a few days." He explained. "Could probably have thought of something better than those as well, but getting them off and replacing them without hurting you more would be a pain." He explained, nodding to the casts on her left arm and leg.

"But… I… we don't… at home, I don't…" Hermione sniffed out, the idea of having to return home to the empty house without her parents finally hitting her.

"Oh Hermione," Ginny whispered, leaning down and hugging her friend again.

"Right, um…" Tony winced, not sure how he should act or say in the situation with a crying fifteen-year-old girl. "I was actually thinking my place, sorry, I should have asked first. Talking before thinking." He muttered aloud. "We can go to your house if you'd prefer? I mean, I can probably have some fitters put a new bathroom in and make it wheelchair accessible? Shouldn't take that long." He said quickly, trying to reassure the girl he was trying to do the right thing here.

"I…" Hermione whispered, closing her eyes fiercely. "I don't want to go home." She said quietly, thinking about how empty the house must be without her parents there.

"I've got the space," Tony said quickly. "Your friend can stay as well if it'll help." He said, trying to reassure Hermione as much as he could. "In fact, that's probably best, you know, for helping you in the night and toilets and things." He said, rambling on as he winced at thinking about how much help the young girl would need right now. "In fact, I'll go and talk to people now, try and plan things out. That was your dad outside right?" He asked, looking at Ginny for confirmation.

"Um, yeah?" Ginny nodded. "They're in the waiting room down the hall, but…"

"Great," Tony nodded quickly cutting her off as he moved away from the bed and snatched the papers up from where they'd been left on the table. "You two… um… talk or do what you do. I'll sort things out ok?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before he dashed from the room.

As soon as he left the room Tony breathed out heavily, striding away from the closing door and picking a corridor at random to walk down and try to get his thoughts together.

Robotics, electronics, weapons and businesses he could handle. Even terrorists trying to kill him or crazy arc-based whips coming at him he could handle, but a crying fifteen-year-old girl was so far outside of his experience that he had no clue what to say or do in a situation like this.

Instantly he knew who he needed to turn to, and smacked himself on the forehead for not thinking about it earlier. Fishing out his phone as he walked he swiped through to pull up Pepper's contact details, dialling her number as he walked around the hospital corridors to find somewhere quiet where he could catch his breath and get his thoughts in order.

"Tony?" Pepper's voice came over the line after three rings.

"Pepper, thank god." He breathed out a sigh of relief at hearing her voice. "I need you." He said firmly.

"What's happened?" Pepper's voice came back concerned, hearing the frantic tones in Tony's voice.

"Um… I'm a dad?" Tony asked hesitantly. "What do I do?"

"Dad?" Pepper's voice came back sounding as shocked as he felt as he slumped up against a cold window in what looked to be a quiet corridor of the hospital. "Tony, start explaining. Now!" She demanded.

"Not like that, she's fully grown." Tony said quickly, knowing that Pepper must have thought he'd gone back to his womanizing ways. "Fifteen, I think? Maybe? fifteen or sixteen, somewhere around that, I haven't done the math yet." He explained. "I only just found out about her myself Pepper. There was an accident, her mom and dad. Obie paid her mom off, I didn't even know until the insurance claim pinged on JARVIS' system!"

"Oh my god!" Pepper's voice breathed out. "Where are you?"

"London," Tony explained. "I think I'm still in London? I'll have JARVIS send you the hospital details." He said quickly.

"How is she? Have you spoken to her yet?" Pepper asked in quick succession.

"A broken arm and leg, pretty serious. A lot of bruising, but I'm surprised that's all she came away with really, the pictures of the accident JARVIS pulled up looked pretty bad." Tony said quietly. "Her parents didn't make it."

"Oh that poor thing." Pepper's concerned voice came over the phone.

"She's got a friend with her at the moment, looked pretty close." Tony explained. "Ginny or something, a whole gaggle of redheads somewhere around here apparently." He muttered, looking up and down the corridor to see if he could catch sight of another redhead that could be a member of the girl's family.

"At least she's got someone." Pepper's voice came back quietly. "What have you told her?"

"She knows I'm her dad if that's what you're asking," Tony replied with a wince. "She already knew about her parents though, guess the hospital told her before I got here, they'd sedated her to get some rest when I arrived."

"I'll be on the next flight over," Pepper said quickly.

"Get someone to get the office apartment ready," Tony explained. "Bedroom for her, probably need disabled bathroom so she can… whatever." Tony shook his head trying to clear all the thoughts that were running through his mind. "I don't know, the doctor is giving me a list of things she'll need, I'll have it sent over as soon as I get it."

"Of course," Pepper replied easily. "She… she's definitely yours?"

"I saw the paternity tests Obie had done," Tony nodded to himself even though he knew Pepper couldn't see it. "I'll send them over along with the contracts and things Obie had her mom sign." He frowned, rubbing his face with his spare hand. "I don't know what I'm doing here Pepper, a teenage girl? Me? I'm not dad material!"

"Figure it out, and quickly!" Pepper said firmly. "That little girl is going to need you, little girl, she's fifteen for gods sake. What's her name Tony?"

"Hermione," Tony replied with a small smile.

"From Shakespeare," Pepper replied back thoughtfully. "Unusual name."

"I'll take your word for it." Tony shrugged. "She married a guy called Wendell, so can't exactly judge."

"It's a beautiful name," Pepper replied firmly, making sure Tony got the idea not to make fun of the girl's name. "I'll let you know when I'm on my way, the Stark Tower project is taking a bit longer to get up and running."

"I thought things were going well out there." Tony frowned thoughtfully.

"They are," Pepper sighed across the line. "The tower itself is up and running, just dealing with the planning for the arc reactor systems in the basement to take over powering the building is causing a few headaches for the engineers and electricians."

"Let them deal with it," Tony waved the thought away. "I don't have time for that right now."

"I'll let them know," Pepper's voice came back. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I'll have JARVIS let you know where I am when you're landing, might be here, the offices, her house, wherever." Tony muttered. "And bring some British money, I've got my cards but didn't think about changing anything up before I flew out here. Oh, and have my workshop packed up and shipped to the London office, shut the Malibu house down for now, it's going to be a while before I can get back there."

"I'll have the London office put something together for you," Pepper's voice came back as if she was rolling her eyes as she spoke. "How long are they talking for her recovery?" She asked softly.

"Two, maybe three months." Tony answered remembering what the doctor had said. "And thanks," Tony breathed out as he relaxed a bit. "You know, for everything."

"Just be with your daughter Tony," Pepper replied. "Oh god, that is so strange to say."

"I know right!" Tony laughed as he replied. "Me, a dad, so wrong."

"That poor girl," Pepper laughed down the line in reply.

"Hah hah," Tony muttered dryly. "Just get out here Pepper, so I don't scar the girl any more than what she's already been through." He said seriously.

"I'll be there Tony," Pepper promised. "Just try not to say anything stupid until I can get there ok?"

"No promises," Tony frowned. "You know what I'm like." He admitted aloud.

"That's why I'm worried." Pepper sighed over the line. "Talk to you soon." She said before hanging up, leaving Tony staring at his phone for a second in silence.