Yes, Raven6224. Things are, indeed going to get a bit awkward in this chapter. XD

Tony jumped. He had apparently not noticed them sitting there. "Wha... Seriously? SERIOUSLY? I was just held captive for a frigging month and that's all you have to say?"

Tyler shrugged. "Well, we already know the story. It turns out to be very important to your future."

Taylor nodded. "Yup. Sorry about Yinsen, by the way. He's with his family now, and that's what he wanted. Don't beat yourself up about it," she said.

"How..."

"Future."

"But..."

"Future."

For pretty much the first time in his life, Tony Stark was at a loss for words, mostly because he was having trouble fully comprehending the situation. These kids knew the details of his ordeal. Only he had known that Yinsen had died to be with his family. So they must have learned from him... or they would.

"You're from the future," he stated, a sense of genuine wonder permeating his voice. "You're actually from the future."

"Duh," Taylor said, promptly ruining the moment.

Tyler elbowed her. "I think what Taylor means is, we're glad you finally get it."

Tony just laughed. It felt good. He hadn't laughed in a month. But he finally noticed the elephant in the room, a young lady he was positive he had seen before.

"Who's that?" he asked, pointing at the twin's babysitter and partner in crime.

Tyler had to glance over his shoulder to see where his father was pointing. "Oh, that's Reagan. She's been watching us while you were gone."

"She looks sort of familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

It actually hurt Reagan that he didn't recognize her. She didn't blame him; he had only been a baby. Still, it was hard for her to look him in the eyes and answer. "I work for your company, Mister Stark. Perhaps you've seen me at meetings?"

Tony didn't look entirely convinced, but seemed to buy the explanation. "Well, it looks like your job is over now... has Pepper paid you already?"

Reagan shook her head and Tony peeled off a stack of hundred-dollar bills. "There you go. I have no idea what your rate was, but I'm pretty sure that's about a couple thousand dollars. Now, shoo," he joked.

Reagan nodded, biting her lip. "Of course. Thank you so much, Mister Stark." Her movements as she walked to the door were stiff and jerky. Taylor and Tyler both noticed, but Tony wasn't even watching anymore. Taylor almost wanted to call after her, very nearly did, but before she could their cool and understanding babysitter was out the door.

Tony turned back to his young charges- no, his children, he sternly reminded himself. That was going to take some getting used to. "So, you have any advice for me from the future?"

"Invest in Google?" Taylor suggested.

"Get a head start on algae fuel," Tyler offered.

"Prepare for a zombie apocalyse," Taylor said before Tyler drove an elbow into her ribs. "OW!"

A few sparks flew off of her skin and zapped Tyler. Tony flinched away. "What was that?" he asked in a slightly panicked voice.

Taylor gathered a ball of elcetricity in her hand. "Badass lightning powers, obviously."

Tony ducked for cover behind a nearby couch as Taylor cackled with laughter. Tyler just shook his head in disaproval. "Why would my kids have super powers?" he yelped.

Tyler sighed and lauched into an abbreviated explanation while Taylor decided to find out whether she could juggle the balls of lightning she conjured. It was slightly distracting. "We're adopted, sort of."

"Oh thank God. So I shouldn't be too worried that neither of you look like Pepper?"

"Right. We were made from a genetic milkshake, sort of. Hey, Taylor, did you already tell him about all this?" Tyler asked. His sister just shrugged, focusing her eyes on the balls of lightning that she was spinning in midair. Tony flinched every time one came near him.

"I dunno. You know I'm not good at remembering stuff."

"What's your friend Amy's phone number?"

Taylor frowned. "555-454-867-5309, why?"

"See, you have a fine memory, it's just full of useless crap like phone numbers," Tyler said.

"Wait, wait wait. That was not a phone number. It had at least three too many numbers," Tony broke in.

"In the future they start adding extra digits to phone numbers because they ran out of combinations," Tyler explained.

"Don't you get on me for remembering numbers! That's all you do! Your head is full of numbers and nothing else," Taylor complained.

"AS I WAS SAYING, we were made from genes from a bunch of people that I guess you haven't met yet, and then we moved in with you. So, that's why Taylor and I are so different. We got different combinations of genes from a very wide selection. For example- OHMYGOD TAYLOR WHAT DID YOU DO?" Tyler screamed, his attention immediately caught by an errant lightning bolt that had struck the couch and ignited.

"Jarvis, activate fire extinguishers!" Tony shouted.

"Already in progress, sir," JARVIS's smooth, monotone voice replied.

"Wow, JARVIS in the future is a lot better than your JARVIS. Whenever we start a fire, our JARVIS had it out within ten seconds," Tyler remarked as sprinklers descended from the ceiling.

"Do you start a lot of fires?" Tony relied, looking alarmed.

"Wait, stop the sprinklers!" Taylor shouted at the ceiling. Half of the couch was on fire at this point.

"Taylor, are you crazy? We don't want to destroy Dad's old house!"

"It's an Asgardian electrical fire, stupid! Water will make it-"

She was cut short as the sprinklers went on. The moment they touched the crackling flames, spears of lightning shot out in all directions. An explosion rocked the room and the lights flickered before going out completely. Taylor picked up her sentence like nothing had happened.

"-do that. Your wiring is probably pretty much completely shot now. The AIs will come back online after a manual reboot, though. We should probably just call the fire department now."

OH MY GOD. THIS TOOK FOREVER. I HAD WRITER'S BLOCK AND SCHOOL WAS A BITCH. I am so sorry.

Also, I may be renaming this story from 'Spoilers' to 'Double Trouble' soon. Just a heads up.