AN/ Hello folks my updates may be less frequent for both this story and Daughter of Dwalin as a relative is seriously unwell and we are focusing on him. If you read the other ongoing story you will be aware of this update. I am not abandoning either story but it will take longer than anticipated due to this news. I shall update when I can but for now this is the situation. Read the chapter and let me know what you guys think.


Days merge. That's what people tell you in circumstances like this and they're right. Despite JARVIS informing her daily of the hour and date Grace had no awareness of time passing. Hours would slip by her yet she could feel each arduous second as she desperately waited to wake up. To find herself in her bed on 6th of May, still angry at her Dad…not this. Not desolate and lost without him. The fight between them seemed so long ago, years even. The teen had watched and re-watched his video countless times. It stabbed her viciously that each time he promised to call her on her birthday she knew that in reality he would be incapable of doing so. JARVIS saved a screenshot of him grinning and kept it posted on her wall all day. It was the little things like that Grace appreciated the most about him. JARVIS was more than AI.

"Happy Birthday Miss Stark. It's 9:00 AM, the weather in Malibu is 68 degrees with clear skies. In your schedule today-" Grace rolled silently in her bed as she waited for JARVIS to list her plans for the day, instead she jumped out of her bed in utter shock at the following noise.

"IS TO HAVE FUN! Come on, up and at 'em kid!" her father's voice rang out interrupting JARVIS and taking over his duties. "No time to snooze lazy bones. Rise and shine. I can do this all day kiddo so you better shift it" he teased happily. At his familiar excited manner the smile that broke over Grace's face couldn't be masked. "How about some incentive?" he queried. No sooner had he asked this when 'Have A Drink On Me' by AC/DC gradually grew in volume through the house. "There is no excuse now. Shake what your mama gave you" Tony laughed.

Grace, despite her sadness, giggled too. As a child she loved this song, much to her father's amusement, and they would dance together bouncing on the mattress in his room, playing air-guitar and screeching into an invisible microphone before chasing each other through the house. The teen forgot her troubles and obeyed her father's command as she skipped, her arms waving frantically and jumped energetically around the room.

"Come with me if you want to live" Tony quoted in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression as green arrows appeared on the tiles leading out of her bedroom and down the hall. Evidently he had planned this in advance with JARVIS prior to his trip.

The moment she entered the corridor she could see that the green arrows lined the floor pointing towards the stairs. Along the walls JARVIS had popped up multiple photographs obviously on Tony's orders. The first picture she encountered displayed both Starks. She was seated in a high chair with numerous smears of cake spread lavishly on her cheeks even a patch in her hair. Beside her Tony crouched next to her and pulled a humorous expression, his eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out.

"On your left you will see the results of mixing one year olds and sugary treats together. Needless to say lesson learned" Tony announced as if directing a tour. Apparently specific messages were set off by motion detectors for when Grace reached a particular points.

Further in the hall another screenshot greeted her. In it she had just turned two years old and was hoisted on her father's hip while leaning over to weave her tiny fingers through Pepper's flaming locks. Tony's head was flung back in laughter at her activities in contrast to the fearful Miss Potts who was attempting to remove herself from the determined grip of the youngest Stark.

"And here photographic proof the terrible twos are as horrific as those parenting books lead you to believe. A word of advice do not underestimate them or assume they are exaggerating. They're not, they're really really not" the eldest Stark joked, a hint of horror in his tone.

Marking her third birthday Grace was balancing atop a large stool bringing her into the frame of the camera. She was wearing a bright pink princess gown with a sparkling child's tiara nestled in her wild black curls. That year the small Stark adored Cinderella and insisted on dressing up for her celebratory gathering. Pepper was at her side grasping her hands to keep her safe and prevent her tumbling off. The red-head also bore a costume. It was a long blue dress trailing down beautifully down her body and even included a train pooled at her feet. The square neck did wonders for the assistant's figure. A darker shade of blue was visible in the undersleeve and skirt enhancing the slim outline of Pepper when contrasting with the lighter parts of her costume. However the best part of the image was definitely the mighty CEO of Stark Industries attire. He stood proudly on Grace's left. His pink tutu matched perfectly with the broad fairy wings strapped to his back. A star marked the end of his magic wand, after all what kind of fairy godmother would he be without a wand?

"Alas here marks the grave of my ultimate manly man card full of very masculine and alpha male like qualities. The brotherhood retracted mine after this incident. I hope your pleased with yourself young lady" he mock-glowered, "Though I confess I do rock that tutu remarkably well, those calves were meant to be shared".

Grace roared with laughter as she approached the top step of the stairwell. To her right a frozen still started moving as the video played. In it Tony cramped himself under a tiny coffee table as he hid from his daughter, a triumphant smirk adorning his face. The four year old version of Grace ran several laps around the table.

"DADDY!" she squealed happily oblivious to how close she was to her prize. Behind the camera Pepper's and Rhodey's chuckles could be heard. "I'm coming to get you Daddy" the four year old threatened.

"Sweetie are you sure you've checked everywhere over there?" Pepper asked, barely veiling her hint that Grace had failed to look under the table.

"I will grant that was not your brightest moment dear but you definitely redeemed yourself" tour-guide Tony shared once the clipped ended.

At the bottom of the spiral steps a five year old version of herself met her with a wide toothy grin. She had stolen the camera from Rhodey while they were distracted. It was marginally blurry but with careful inspection of the background you could just make out three adults chasing the giddy child.

"Good job you studied engineering and computer science because photography is not your natural talent kiddo" her father commented proudly as he teased her. "Now come on slow coach follow the arrows down the corridor that passes my room" he instructed sparking his daughter into action.

Her sixth birthday photo captured the moment she was doodling on an unconscious Obadiah's face. He had one too many and passed out on the couch for the night. It was late and Grace's face was both guilty at being caught and a mask of innocence despite the smoking gun of her red felt-tip pen in her hand.

"Ah that's my baby" Tony proclaimed smugly at her mischief, "See none can resist the Stark genes for too long no matter what Pepper does to interfere".

The green arrows continued to guide Grace through the house. Her pool party at her seventh birthday was the next in the timeline. Both were soaked but smirking as wide as their faces allowed.

"You've such a beautiful smile. You have always had such that infectious cheer that couldn't help but make everyone else feel fantastic too" Tony noted sincerely while his daughter shifted to the eighth picture.

In this one her Dad is giving an astonished expression merged with delight as he showed off his left hand to the camera. Sitting opposite him at the table was Grace who was focused studiously on his right-hand nails painting the in a matching purple that already covered his left hand. The previous tea party adjourned for the moment as Tony was 'dolled up'. Balloons in the background showed this was her eighth birthday.

"It really is my colour I must say" the recording uttered confidently as she came within viewing range.

For the photo depicting her ninth birthday Tony and Grace lounged lazily on the giant sofa. Both tilted their heads sideways holding the popcorn in their laps as they copied each other grinning at the camera.

"Alright, maybe you do get your dashing good looks from me" her father offered, "no need to thank me Ma'am" he quipped gaining a laugh out of Grace who had turned to face the other wall housing her tenth celebration.

In that image the two Starks lay contentedly in the fort they had built that morning out of bedsheets and pillows. JARVIS was not entirely pleased with the new décor especially their close proximity to the boxes of greasy pizza that littered the ground.

"I suspect JARVIS still hasn't forgiven us for that. At least he didn't punish you, I had to suffer a week of cold showers!" he moaned, Grace could hear his shudder at the mere memory.

Along the hall showed the pair driving the karts Tony had made especially for the occasion quickly in circles in the driveway. The father had been so excited about the surprise he had gifted them to Grace early. Poor Pepper had become trapped in the centre, her hands lifted beside her ears as she screamed in terror. Neither Stark could control their laughter. Pinned to the younger Grace's chest was a badge flashing the number "11".

"I maintain that women are terrible drivers. Don't whinge I gave you a chance to disprove the theory and you did awfully!" he protested jokingly before adding seriously, "And before you say it, I did not crash into the gate, the gate…moved in the way".

Following this, photos covering her fancy dinner out for her twelfth, the ski trip when she turned thirteen, the scuba diving at fourteen and the beach holiday in Europe for her fifteenth plastered adorned the walls, each with their own Tony remark.

Her sixteenth was the most elaborate one yet. The press had been pestering Tony for years for gossip and picture of his reclusive daughter. Well compared to him she was considered a recluse since she did not party like he had at that age nor did she invite so much scandal. They hounded the Starks at every opportunity leading to a compromise of a public gala/party for her in which the press could attend but in return they left her alone. In the picture Grace wore a flattering red silk evening dress. Obadiah had her left hand tucked in his elbow as her father mirrored the stance on the right. It was the popular press choice as it depicted two leading figures of Stark Industries and the heir apparent.

"At least this belle of the ball kept both slippers on. Take that Cinderella" her Dad quipped.

There was one picture remaining. It was taken last year. It had been such a simple and care-free day. They binged on ice cream and stayed in their pyjamas all day watching films. Waiting for her father's joke or movie quote Grace was pleasantly surprised when he commented kindly,

"It's amazing how much fun we can have doing nothing at all. You'd be surprised how rare that is kiddo." Inserting a jolt of playfulness in his tone he instructed, "Now come on! Not far now. Open the door to my study and your gift is in there".

Heeding his orders the teen approached the private section of the house. Tony rarely used the room preferring his basement over it but whenever they had guests it was a more impressive space to show off than his man-cave/garage.

As she pushed on the door an empty frame appeared on the door. It was vacant except for a few words stating that this year's picture would be filled as soon as he got back. Just like that all the happy feelings coursing through her had disappeared. If her father had simply been abroad on business this timeline tactic would have been brilliant but the fact he was missing in places unknown only made his absence more poignant. Water gathered involuntarily at her eyes. Sniffling as she commanded all her energy and courage the youngest Stark entered the study.

The vast bookcases lining the room housed hundreds of books varying from fiction to texts on molecular physics. In the centre a broad impressive desk captured any visitor's attention with its sheer grandness and ostentatious features. 'He always was one for discreet' she noted sarcastically. The tall leather chair residing behind it did nothing but contribute to this. However the study looked as it always had. There was no wrapped box or envelope set on the desk addressed to her. Grace performed another visual sweep of the finding nothing out of the ordinary. 'Was someone supposed to deposit it here before the trip through memory lane?'.

"Wait for it" her father impatiently prompted eagerness creeping into his voice.

Suddenly one of the bookcases swivelled around 180 degrees. But instead of the standard back of a solid wood she had been expecting, it was concave allowing a secret pocket. Grace snorted at the corniness of it all and how like her Dad it was. Trust him to make a secret hiding spot like the stuff from those old spy movies.

Inside there was a mannequin dressed in a jet black jumpsuit. Above the breast pocket "G. Stark" was embroidered in cursive script. Attached to the head was a helmet with built in shades protecting the eyes with practical ventilation holes at the back of both cheeks. Resting in the mannequin's arms was a top of the line paintball gun. A smirk swallowed Grace's face. Paintball was something the pair had long desired to do, a step up from laser tag. Not that she didn't love that as well. They would play in the house and JARVIS would quietly give clues and hints alluding to her father's location.

The teen walked towards the loving present he had bestowed on her.

"Cool right? I was going to link this door up with the basement and install a fireman's pole but then a thought occurred to me. Could you imagine the chafing? Instantly shot down that idea I can tell you." Grace giggled at the familiarity of it all. That would be one of her father's objections, not the complete uselessness of such a device. "Enough of me check out your present kid! Oh and is there something in that top pocket? Happy birthday baby" Tony ended his messages.

Immediately the thrilled Stark charged forward and tore open the pocket obtaining a slip of paper that had been tucked away.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIDDO!
You are clearly cheating at laser tag, I suspect JARVIS to be a traitor working in cahoots with you. Therefore I challenge thee to a game of the gods outside where we stand on equal footing. Let's see how well you fare then!
Love Dad xxx
P.s Did you like the recording? I might not be with you but it certainly doesn't mean I don't wish to be or that I'm not thinking of you.
"

Grace was unaware of her body sliding down the wall to crumple at the floor. Her eyes flickered repeatedly over the small note absorbing all there was to be had from it. Eventually she scrounged up some energy to thoroughly examine her new present. That was how Pepper found her later. The youngest Stark was grinning ear to ear adorned in her personalised jumpsuit laughing in merriment at the fun she would have later. It had been the first smile Pepper had seen on Grace for days and the assistant was unwilling to disturb the girl's short reprieve from the grief and sadness that had been drowning her previously. Subtly sneaking back out of the study the red-head returned to the kitchen depositing her gift and cake on the island with a smile trickling on her face at Grace's improved mood.


It was an hour later before JARVIS reluctantly revealed to Grace they had guests in the kitchen. Her happy bubble effectively burst, Grace redressed herself and made her way down the hall.

"I don't know. Don't you think that's a bit premature? Tony has not even been missing a week" Pepper questioned hesitantly to the other unknown guest. Grace halted to adhere to true Stark traditions of extracting information…eavesdropping. Okay so her father was not the most moral man in the universe but there was no denying these tactics worked, approved or not.

"She is a Stark. This is what she was raised to be! This…unfortunate event has only expedited the inevitable. And should our dear Tony come back no harm no foul" A male voice replied. Grace recognised it to be Obadiah Stane. The teen's brow scrunched in confusion as she attempted to work out what they were talking about. Aside from the fact they were discussing her and her Dad she knew nothing else.

"How can you say that?" Pepper scolded shocked at Obadiah's comment. "She has just turned eighteen! She is lost, Tony's abduction has severely affected her. You cannot ask this of her." Pepper argued adamantly, futility trying to keep her voice from echoing all the way to the study.

"This could be exactly what she needs! A distraction she can apply herself to. You have seen it yourself, this news is swallowing her whole. I for one will not stand idly by when I can help. It could help her snap out of it" Obadiah suggested. Grace quietly shuffled closer to peak round the corner and witness the debate unnoticed.

"'Snap out of it'? Her father is missing! No task or distraction is going to make that better. It is down to Grace alone." Pepper's arms waved frantically about her as she attempted to express her emotions in response to Stane's proposal.

"Well what about the company!" Obadiah protested towering over the red-head, his expression thunderous, "Who is going to snap it out of its downward spiral? She needs to fulfil her duty. It is what her father would want! We cannot let this tragedy destroy the company. The company her grandfather and father worked hard for. Do you seriously think she should throw this and her life away simply because she had been struck with bad luck? Terrible things happen all the time, she needs to learn to move past it. It is what would make her a strong leader. Something Stark Industries desperately needs right now" he reasoned mercilessly guilt-tripping his opposition while retreating to a more appropriate distance.

"She is a child-" Pepper fought pleadingly but before she could get any further Obadiah interrupted her.

"She was a child prodigy and is eighteen. In Stark years that is not the same on normal scale. It's like dog years. She is well beyond her peers and you know it" he growled, angry at having Pepper fight him on this, his hand pointing towards the upstairs bedroom as if he could identify and locate the subject of their argument through layers of concrete.

"Why don't you cover for Tony as acting CEO until he returns or Grace is capable? She is in no fit state to do so now and I refuse to watch her destroy herself by stretching her abilities beyond her limits for a company. It is not worth her health." The mother-hen in Pepper contended determinedly.

Grace's eye widened in shock at what her friend had revealed. 'CEO?! Dad is barely gone and they are going to replace him? Replace him with me?'. The deep baritone of Obie's tone brought her attention back to the scene in front of her.

"I would – heck I am trying!" Stane insisted, "But there is only so much I can do from my position. As heir and intended CEO Grace will hold more power and authority to help guide the company through these tough times. Stock prices are plummeting, confidence in Stark Industries is waning and the people need to see we can weather this storm, Grace especially!"

"Well what if she can't! What if it's too much for her? She is eighteen! She is not ready for such responsibility-" Pepper countered.

"She was always meant for this. She was raised specifically to become CEO" Obadiah reminded her.

"But not like this! Never like this" Pepper exclaimed, her temper rising at Obadiah's persistence and stubborn attachment to his 'solution'.

"People will help her. They'll understand she is the distraught daughter of an abducted genius and celebrity-" the elder man added in hopes of easing Pepper's mind. The long-time assistant was like a mother to Grace and he would need her support if he wanted to persuade Stark junior to agree.

"You will not use her as a sympathy vote. A person to pity. Someone to use as a human shield against the press while Stark Industries is dragged through the mud." The fury of a red-head seeping into her tone as Pepper's eyes blazed protectively.

Obadiah sighed realising this method was not working. Projecting a sympathetic and understanding demeanour he uttered in a considerably calmer voice than he had been employing,

"There is an alternative. If Grace would accept the role she would then be in the position to transfer that power and authority to another. Therefore allowing another to fulfil the duties of CEO without burdening her. I would willingly lessen the weight on our beloved Grace's shoulders and accept if it comes down to it" He offered gently.

Grace observed Pepper's reaction to this plan. She seemed hesitant to dedicate herself to it without further consideration. Neither of the two guests uttered any further argument, both contemplating the latest suggestion. Grace let out a shaky breath as she rotated back to sit against the corridor wall unseen and think over what this meant.

They were behaving as if they didn't truly believe her Dad would come back, like he wouldn't make it. Did they had so little faith? It had not even been a week. Rhodey promised he was looking into to several leads and that the investigation was far from over with multiple ends to pursue. Grace could sympathise with Obadiah's position, the company could not remain leaderless for a prolonged period but she never considered a couple days was near enough for it to be entering troubled waters. She had predicted this problem to arise in a few months by which time her father would have be found thereby solving the issue. The notion she would need to step into the breach had escaped her.

Further reflection was prevented as Pepper finally answered Obadiah.

"Grace will be coming down soon and I will not drop this bomb on her, not today, not on her birthday. Give it time. I think it best you go, Grace isn't really up for much company lately" she revealed gently, evidently deciding this battle was over for now.

The young Stark could hear Obie's footfalls moving towards the door acquiescing to Pepper's request. He was nearly gone, holding the door open, when he turned his head back and warned ominously,

"We don't have much time to spare", with that last note he departed.


Grace joined Pepper an hour after Obadiah drove away. She mentioned nothing of overhearing the pairs' fight. She had decided to avoid it for as long as possible. They might not believe her Dad would come back but she refused to give up hope so soon. Additionally she really did not want to talk about such plans.

The two women had spent the day enjoying each other's company although they felt the sadness from the lingering cloud over their heads that another person was supposed to be here celebrating with them. It was easier to hide their sorrows with the lights out 'watching' a movie although neither was truly engrossed in the activity. Grace partially because she had seen it multiple times, also because Tony's absence made it considerably less amusing. Pepper's lack of focus was attributed to her scheme to try and defend Grace from Obadiah's plans for as long as she could. Grace would not be receptive to the idea and the red-head didn't feel it would be in the young lady's best interests.

The silence was broken when the doorbell rang at 22:45.

"The door Ma'am" the British accent rebounded off the walls while the women exchanges concerned glances. Press had been camped outside the Stark residence for days since the story broke. One journalist eager to impress his boss had tried to climb over the tall gate but JARVIS's security protocol electrified the fence to a low current it was enough to spark the man off without serious damage. No one else had really attempted that feat again but Grace suspected it was only a matter of time.

Approaching the door cautiously the dark-haired girl enquired,

"JARVIS who is at the door?"

"That information is classified Ma'am." The AI withheld the information.

"Well is he tall, dark and handsome. Why Pepper what a happy day a gentleman caller at the door. Perhaps it is George Clooney here to sweep me off my feet!" she joked still in a relatively good mood thanks to all the red-head's efforts.

JARVIS answered denying Pepper and opportunity to give her input.

"That information is classified Ma'am."

Grace rolled her eyes in irritation. She was standing at the door now and she refused to unlock it without having a vague idea of who was on the other side. She wasn't stupid, doing such a thing could be dangerous and she certainly did not want another photo of herself blasted across the newspapers or tabloids.

"Well unless it's ruddy head of the secret service I think you can tell me" Grace complained.

"Classified on orders of Mr Stark Ma'am" JARVIS elaborated.

He had scarcely finished his statement when the youngest Stark wrenched open the obstacle hiding the visitor. The sight that greeted her was a gangly male teenager, several feet taller than herself. He had the pathetic attempts at a beard stretching along his jaw, the wisps of thin hair failing to hide his faint scars. His eyes were droopy, a common symptom amongst teenagers in the education system. In his hands was a square cardboard box. Grace would have described it as a pizza box but there was no markings or logos attached identifying the company it belonged to, it was simply blank.

"Delivery for a Miss Ursula Rachel Welcome" the boy announced, voice squeaky. 'Ah he is at that stage of puberty' Grace noted sympathetically. The delivery boy did not even look up to greet his customer. Grace smirked at her father's secret message, 'U. R. Welcome'. She had to grant it was a clever scheme, it was not like they could order things in their real names without arousing unwanted attention. It was a favourite game of theirs, several bizarre names had been used in the past for example Batman and Mr Peter Ian Staker. Each title had to be something ridiculous. Having read his message containing he name of his customer he lifted his head where his eyes widened suddenly.

"You're-you're Grace Stark" he choked out stunned his arm outstretched to offer her the package. His green pupils never wavered or blinked as they took her in.

"You're…Bobby" she read off his overly enthusiastic staff badge. The vast contrast and range of colours making up his uniform almost offending to the eye. "Glad we got that cleared up." Accepting the delivery from the frozen man she smiled and offered a swift goodnight before shutting the door.

"What is it sweetie?" Pepper queried kindly from across the room. She was careful in her approach, she was unsure how Grace would take a present from Tony. It may just distress her or it could please her.

"I-I don't know" the distracted teen mumbled jumping into a seating position on the sofa besides Pepper. Pulling the lid up, she revealed its contents.

Inside there was a giant baked cookie. There was thick sugary icing lining the circumference, in the centre there was a simply "Happy Birthday" written in thin pink icing.

A grin spread across Grace's face to Pepper's immense relief. The hungry teen was about to dive in a rip a chunk of the baked good away to devour when her friend stopped her.

"Oh hey look" Pepper instructed reaching inside the box and plucking a pinned piece of paper from the roof of the cardboard.

Accepting the note from her companion Grace read,

"A proper lady needs her treats for a through enjoyment of films. I'll call you about 11ish, I figure you would have enjoyed enough of whatever male star's abs you were watching by then xxx".

The smile Pepper had been so pleased to see seconds before now flittered away as the sad reminder sunk in.

"Oh sweetie I'm sorry" she consoled tugging the young lady into her embrace.

"He isn't going to call is he? He never will." Grace sobbed tucking herself further into Pepper's arms.

"Shh, it's going to be alright. He'll be back." Pepper soothed, softly stroking her black hair.

"No he's not! They're not going to let him go! He can't leave, he can't call!" she cried.

"There, there. Your father will do what he can. He would call you if he could" Pepper comforted.

The sole noise to be detected was the heart-breaking whimpers muffled marginally by Pepper's arms.

Suddenly Grace hurled her head back to meet Pepper's eyes.

"Wait what did you say" a brainwave hitting Grace with alarming speed.

Pepper's eyebrows scrunched together in bewilderment. She was surprised she didn't get whiplash from the girl unexpected change.

"Your Dad is going to be fine?" Pepper offered uncertainly. One second ago Grace was distraught and now she had a maniacal gleam in her eye.

"No your exact words" Grace emphasised.

"Um. Your father will do what he can. He would call you if he could" Pepper reiterated hesitantly.

"About 11…If he could. If he could. 11. If he could." Grace muttered repeatedly as if waiting for something. They teen was currently pacing the length of the sofa. There was no time to dwell on this new chant as it disappeared before Pepper could question her.

Slapping her forehead Grace groaned,

"Argh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" then bolted off down the stairs to the basement, her cookie and film forgotten.

"GRACE!" Pepper called trying to keep up with the strange behaviour. "What is it?" she asked pushing the basement door aside as she approached the young Stark who was currently seated at the computer island frantically pressing various buttons. The desk was like the IT hub of the basement, it was a safe distance from the tools Tony used to tinker with and the testing area. It housed four keyboards each with their corresponding screen and there was a projection screen JARVIS could drop down for a more interactive mode of research. The elder Stark preferred to work with his hands on a 3D scale, claiming it let him see things differently whereas the younger Stark preferred the 2D form as she felt it was simpler and she could see something clearer.

"JARVIS call Rhodey" Grace ordered her eyes never leaving the screen.

"Right away Ma'am"

"Grace! Tell me what is going on!" Pepper demanded. Her patience of being kept in the dark wearing thin.

"He'll call me at 11. Don't you get it?" the deranged girl 'explained'. Her eyes adopted a mad twinkle as she scoured the computer screens.

"No" Pepper answered baffled at whatever had Grace so excited. That was the trouble with dealing with the Starks sometimes. Their brains ran away with them, so while they were on level 50 everyone else was still stuck at square 1.

"You know Dad he has a terrible memory for anything that is not tech related right? He constantly leaves personal items all over the place, the office, at home, the car. JARVIS has to set reminders for social events, award ceremonies and charity galas. Hell I bet he even forgot it was your birthday the other week." Grace ranted as streams of code trailed across the various screens. The one computer that didn't show this line of code instead displayed a flat world map.

"Not with you sweetie" Pepper confessed.

"He'd of set a reminder!" Grace exclaimed as if that cleared everything up.

"Colonel Rhodes Ma'am" JARVIS announced when an image of Rhodey popped up one the interactive 3D screen. Grace did not even glance up to greet her friend instead choosing to rapidly pound her fingers on the mass of keys before her.

"Grace?" when the teen did not heed his call Rhodey focused his efforts on the other female present, "Pepper what is happening? Has something happened?" he fired questions off her voice concerned.

Pepper shook her head at a loss of how to answer for even she did not truly know what was happening here. "I don't know. There was a note from Tony saying he'd call and next thing I know she has charged down here muttering all sorts about calling at 11" she replied as best she could. It was slightly comforting to have another lost in the dust with her. Turning back to the child in question Pepper finally answered her previous comment. "Well why would it matter if he did set a reminder? It would be on his phone and there is no way we could tell for sure".

"We didn't find his phone among the wreckage." Rhodey corroborated, contributing to the little part of the conversation he could comprehend.

"True but if he set a reminder he was planning to call. If he was planning to call he would need to make sure he could call" Grace stated, her fingers flying across the keys. Pepper blinked trying to navigate the circle of sentences she had just been offered.

"She's off her rocker" Rhodey declared giving up on trying to follow the logic offered. He want a plan and simple explanation for everything.

"Sweetie I already said he'd call if he could." Pepper responded to Grace, electing to ignore her friend's recent diagnosis.

"Yes! But in order to call he needed to make it happen. Afghanistan doesn't exactly have the best telecom connections but Dad would need to maintain a good half hour chunk of that to talk to me which would be impossible to do when relying on an intermittent line." Grace hurriedly elaborated.

"So? He'd use a military line back on base" Rhodey dismissed.

Grace met his eyes dryly for the first time, "Please my Dad would do that?" her voice sceptical, "He lives for the latest technology. A landline would be like dealing with a dinosaur to him."

"So what are you saying?" Rhodey pushed, at last getting somewhere with the bright young lady.

"I'm saying he would have taken a signal booster and installed it in his phone. The booster would create a stronger line so that no matter where he was, at 11PM here, he had a connection to place a call once his phone set off the reminder. Boosters interfere with the nearest tower therefore is a chance the booster can be tracked. The higher output leaves a mark that can hopefully be traced but only when it is set off to work. Boosters take a lot of battery so Dad wouldn't have kept it on constantly during his trip but rather set it to a timer." Grace practically exclaimed, anxiety and hope at locating Tony dominating her tone.

"The U.S military is there, he can't be the sole person with a signal booster. That is not even counting the locals that might have acquired one." Pepper argued, unwilling to let Grace build up hope for it to come tumbling down.

"Yes but it will hold a unique digital code. Dad isn't one to buy other people's tech, he'd have made a good deal of it himself meaning JARVIS would have a record of the exact coding somewhere and specs." Grace disputed, as if hearing her claims multiple blueprints and lines of coding appeared, "Ah ha! I told you. It's all here!" she implored them to believe her. It was no good if she found the information and they chose not to use it.

"Let me get this straight. You think that you might be able to trace some device Tony installed in his phone based on…this" Pepper gestured her hand vaguely at the indecipherable language.

"Yes" Grace confirmed resolutely.

"Grace, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but these men that took your father were specialists. This was a well thought out and professionally executed plan. They would not be foolish enough to leave a glaring piece of evidence like that. Nor would they make such a rookie mistake of holding onto a phone. It would have been destroyed at the earliest opportunity" Rhodey advised, sad at dashing Grace's hope.

"No" the youngest Stark protested determinedly, she was not willing to give this up yet. Certainly without even trying it. "No. I can do this. It'll work. Dad builds things to be virtually indestructible. The booster may yet survive and even a faint signal may interfere enough." Meeting Rhodey's eyes pleadingly, she begged, "Please. The timer is literally seconds from turning on and then we'll know. If it doesn't work no harm done right?" she argued gently.

Pepper softly placed her hand on Grace's shoulder in comfort and support. The Stark had a point there was nothing lost if this failed yet so much to potentially gain if it did. The red head exchanged a silent conversation with Rhodey.

Eventually sighing the Colonel conceded with a firm nod. Grace needed no further permission and dived into her keyboards and frantically pattered the keys hunting the map. Ten minutes had elapsed and still there was nothing. Rhodey had been about to call off the search when an unexpected 'PING' sounded from one of the computers. Grace flew straight towards it.

"HA! I-I found it!" she cried, "There is an interference from tower 9" typing more Grace murmured quietly. Pepper detected little snippets, "Relaying off tower", "calculate that from the previous finding" until there was a loud shout of "I got it!" swiftly relaying the coordinates to Rhodey the Colonel signed off and promised to investigate the area as soon as he could assemble a troop.

"Well done sweetie. Come on get some rest there is nothing more we can do tonight besides wait" she soothed guiding the dark-haired teen up the stairs and to bed.


It was the 12th of May. Anthony Edward Stark had officially been missing for a week. The coordinate Grace obtained led Rhodey to a small base employed by the ten rings. Various papers and blueprints were housed there. Additionally the information stored there had confirmed suspected members as well as prove the known members. It hadn't taken long for Rhodey to find her father's smashed phone, shades and wallet. However there was no sign of the man himself. Grace chilled at the memory of Rhodey's other finding. There had been an operation room with evidence of a surgery occurring not too long ago. Tests had shown the blood staining the medical equipment and used bandages was Tony's. Grace nearly vomited when she was told but Rhodey had comforted her saying the fact they operated to save him shows they need him alive. Despite the fact they hadn't located Tony there didn't mean he wasn't alive. The men that took him needed him which meant there was more hope for him than other people who had been abducted or attacked in that region.

Grace inhaled deeply as she looked at her reflection in the car window once more. Since it had been a whole seven days and there were no clues as to her father's location, the press had been becoming more and more unruly as their patience wore thin. 'Like they are the sole people suffering here' Grace complained tugging her skirt level. It was because of this Obadiah had organised a press conference for Grace to issue a public statement regarding the matter as well as offer a plea for information as is standard procedure in these sorts of cases. Taking in her white shirt and black skirt attire again Grace felt her nerves swell. Pepper stretched her hand across the backseat and squeezed the young lady's hand in support. A silent "you can do this" gesture. Across from her the teen met Obie's face. He offered a small smile of comfort with sympathetic eyes. There was not a chance for the elder gentleman to calm her worries with advice as Happy pulled the car to a halt announcing,

"We're here". Hopping out of the car swiftly the loyal driver maneuvered round the car to open Grace's door and assist her in stepping out. Taking a deep breath the dark-haired teen muttered anxiously as she had seen her father do all the time,

"Iron on your press face ladies". The edge of Pepper's mouth tugged slightly at the familiarity of pronouncement. With nothing more than a nod of determination Grace reached out and accepted Happy's awaiting hand.

Cameras flashed immediately. Grace could only imagine what pitying headlines she would see tomorrow as a result. Obadiah emerged behind her, waving politely to the mass of journalists waiting outside the building the conference was to be held in. The youngest Stark couldn't muster up the energy to behave as she should and follow Obie's example. She was too focused on putting one foot in front of the other, following Happy as he cleared a path for her. Pepper stepped out of the car last and like her young friend marched quickly passed the sea of cameras to join Happy.

Finally arriving at the door Grace could see an even larger crowd of journalist sitting inside. The semblance to a swarm of piranhas was striking. Summoning all the Stark had she prepared herself to enter the lion's den.

Happy held the door for the trio who upon immediately crossing the threshold were hounded with various questions and flashes of lights. Grace suddenly felt an overwhelming sympathy for goldfish trapped in a glass bowl, for she now understood the feeling of being constantly watched.

Obie walked up the stage and to the podium while the two ladies stood close together silently sharing words of comfort and reassurance.

"Ladies and gentlemen thank you for gathering her today on such a tragic and sad occasion. Here with me today is Miss Grace Stark, Stark Industries heir as well as our fearless leader's beloved daughter." Stane introduced confidently into the microphone.

Beside her Grace could hear Pepper grinding her teeth as Obadiah waxed off multiple titles surrounded by fancy words in hopes of drumming up some compassion from the press before them. The red-head had expressly requested he not do that.

"Our poor teen wishes to produce a statement in her tough time of grief and struggle". At that sentence Grace worried she would need to restrain Pepper before the assistance to something rash like cave Obie's head in. Grace didn't like what he was doing but she could at least understand his motives. "There will be no questions at this time." Turning his head off-stage to where the young Stark was waiting he jerked his head up requesting she join him on stage.

Grace ascended the stairs and made her way across to the podium with as much elegance as she could muster. However those who knew her well-enough or were paying close attention could see the slight tremble in her steps and nervous tapping of her thumb against the tip of her third finger.

Coughing to summon her voice Grace faced her audience. There suddenly seemed to be considerably more there than what she had seen from her previous position.

"Erm. Yes thank you Obadiah for that introduction." Pepper could detect the hidden accusation in the raven-haired lady. No doubt the man would be hearing from her about it later too. "I-er- I am here to discuss the upsetting incident that occurred last week. I have been informed that the U.S military stationed there are doing all they can to retrieve my fath- my f-" Grace pointed her eyes skywards in her attempt to prevent tears leaking out. Releasing a shaky breath she gathered her countenance. "Retrieve my father." She concluded letting her eyes drop back down to meet the journalists scribbling down her every word. "Not only that but the security team he arrived with are working with the military to do all they can." Before Grace to could carry on, one person in the crowd spoke up. Clearly they misunderstood the instruction, "No questions" or were truly desperate to impress their boss.

"And what of you Miss Stark? What efforts are you making for your father's return? Do you plan on succeeding him as-" any further utterance from the man was cut off at Grace's sharp interruption.

"What would you have me do?" she barked angrily, her eye's burning through the bloke in front of her. Forgetting about the other people in the room she continued harshly, "Would you like me to fly over there and tell the experts how to do their jobs? Perhaps I should declare myself a specialist in these matters and track the desert? Oh wait I know I'll hunt out an old Ouija board and have the spirits guide me to my Dad. Then if I am stuck I shall throw runes in the air and ask for directions" she spat out scathingly, causing the man to involuntarily collapse back into his seat under the weight of her retorts. "No pray tell me, WHAT IT IS I AM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?! I'd dearly like to know your advice on the matter since you are obviously more experienced at having things missing, for example your bra-"

The word brain was on the edge of flying out when Grace noticed pepper's frantic movements off stage. Her friend was firmly shaking her head and her hands cycling towards her chest as she repeatedly mouthed "Back-peddle".

Frozen mid-insult Grace took the brief second to scan the room. Cameras recorded her behaviour while some reporters looked positively gleeful at her outburst. Some had more respect and were torn between rage at their peer's stupid question and a sympathetic pity towards the eighteen year old.

"Sorry" she apologised much more calmly abandoning her vicious scolding, "as you can see I am not myself lately. I can only apologise for my inappropriate behaviour. I am under considerable pressure and am suffering greatly at this time" she excused, surprisingly thankful Obie had laid it on thick earlier. "Back to what I was saying everything is being done to see the safe return of my Dad. I thank everyone for their support and comfort at this time. Additionally I request some privacy to allow me to cope with this trying situation. You will know any important updates as soon as I do."

Glancing at her cards littering the podium Grace segued into the next matter. "As for the question of Stark Industries I must reiterate, as Mr Stane has done multiple time this week, the company is still performing as it ought to in this difficult period. I have every confidence in his temporary leadership and advice stock-holders and investors not to worry. The business is in capable hands."

The youngest Stark was about to sign off when more hand gestures from Pepper stopped her. Her hands held up the number one and she mimed asking a question. Apparently to make up for losing her cool earlier she should offer to answer a single question to keep her in good rapport with the press.

"Now as a thank you for your understanding and to make up for my earlier breach in conduct I will take one question."

Suddenly a wave of voices swept over her. An array of questions were fired at her. Grace could scarcely distinguish one nor could she listen to a single question for its entirety without an interruption breaking her concentration. Until finally she made out,

"What would you say to your father or his abductors if you could?"

"What would I say to my Dad father or his abductors if I could?" she quoted instantly silencing the people as she informed them of her selected question. "Erm to his captors I would plead they release my father and let him come home. O-Or if anyone knew anything- or heard something I would beg them to notify the relevant authorities so that my Dad can come back home to me." She uttered desperately her eyes watering. "But to my Dad, if he is out there and can hear this I want to tell him that-that I love him and just want him home." A tear broke loose and trickled down her cheek. Snuffling she met the reporters' faces and argued, "I-I know he has not been best father and he doesn't always do the right thing as many articles in the past have seen fit to point out. He drinks, he gambles, he is spontaneous, he owns a weapons company or whatever else it is you disagree with about him. B-But he is the best father to me. He is the one most suited for me and-and I need him back. He may do all that he is accused of, acting immaturely, irresponsible etc. but he also read me bedtime stories when I was growing up. He hunted under my bed and in wardrobe for monsters. He took me on adventures. He taught me to swim. He taught me how to rebuild a carburettor. He helped prepare me for life basically. He can always make me laugh just by doing something completely stupid" she commented a smile flickering on her face at the assault of memories. "What would I say to him if I could? I'd say I love you and please come home. Thank you that will be all" Grace concluded hurriedly departing from the stage to Pepper as the journalists unleased a roar of question that Obadiah tried to address taking up position at the podium. Meanwhile Pepper and Happy helped shuffle Grace out of there.


Her statement and public plea for her Dad's return dominated the headlines for days. Both online and on the TV there was nowhere to hide from herself. That press conference had been 17 days ago.

Today is the 29th of May…her father's birthday.

Her father had been missing just under a month and hope seemed to be in short supply for a lot of people. Rhodey had called frequently between then and now but with no news of great import. Rather reassurances that he was still looking and telling Grace not to give up yet. Pepper had been a near constant companion for the youngest Stark. She came by every two days, it had been daily but with the CEO missing Pepper was needed more and more at the office to fill in for Tony in the small duties what she could, be it forms signed at Christmas or future proposals. Grace for thankful for Pepper's loyalty but it could not prevent her slipping into her downward slump when alone.

Currently the dark-haired daughter in question was staring unseeingly at the wall in front of her from her position on the breakfast bar. Which is better than she had been this morning. Tony always made the mornings special and fun when there was a celebration to be had. The echoing silence that filled the house was more than Grace could bear. There was supposed to be music, a loud man-child impatiently hunting for his presents. Her father was supposed to be hurriedly pushing her along out of bed as he eagerly tried to obtain his gifts as soon as humanly possible. Instead this morning nothing but JARVIS waking her up happened.

She had spent the past three hours contemplating Obadiah's arguments. He had been pushing her the past few days to think about accepting her father's position as CEO. The company needed her and it was begin to feel the weight of his absence and the matter needed to be addressed. While no one aside from Obie was requesting she accept it tomorrow they were hinting that in the coming weeks something would be required. Pepper promised she was on Grace's side no matter what and that the teen should only accept such a responsibility if she felt she was ready. Obie had repeatedly offered to take on the burden of CEO if Grace feared it was too much for her yet and he would wait until she were older, perhaps 21, as had been done for Tony following his father's passing. Grace was reluctant to consider this option though as it implied that even after three years her Dad would not return.

Unexpectedly she was drawn out by this thoughts when JARVIS spoke,

"Ma'am might I be so bold as to suggest taking a refreshing shower."

The AI had been 'taking care of the house' far more than was necessary lately. He would fight with her to eat, remind her to go to sleep, wash herself, keep active by distracting her mind etc.

"JARVIS" Grace moaned, tired of being babied by a house "Don't you have anything else to do?" she tried to divert his attention. It was a peculiar situation to be in she had to admit. It wasn't just anybody who had to argue with their house to stop coddling them.

"No Ma'am. I must take care of the house. You should shower." He stated in another effort to make the lady move.

"JARVIS" she groaned collapsing her head into the island in front of her, "Go argue with our neighbour on the phone about the fence-line. You enjoy that" she futilely encouraged.

"Let the record show Ma'am I tried to do this politely" was the sole warning offered by the AI before all the sprinklers in the kitchen set off, quickly drenching the teen in cold water as well as the surrounding furnishings.

"JARVIS!" she scolded both in shock and anger as she ran towards the hall where JARVIS had not set off the fire emergency protocol. "What on earth do you think you are doing?!" she yelled approaching the nearest control panel in hopes of halting this mutiny.

"Shower Ma'am" he answered releasing the torrent of water in the hall from the sprinklers installed there whilst turning off the kitchen ones.

By this point her black hair was starting to stick to her face. Swiping her hand to clear her view Grace fiddled with the control panel only to discover JARVIS had locked her out of this port. Growing frustrated Grace demanded,

"JARVIS STOP!"

"Shower Ma'am" the British voice repeated calmly, unaffected by his inhabitant's rage.

"JARVIS I SAID STOP IT! IT'S NOT FUNNY" Grace exclaimed, her hands on her hips as she glared at one of the many cameras installed in the home.

"Pardon me Miss but we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The laundry shoot outside the bathroom is ready to receive your attire and wash them. Additionally there is a fresh set of towel laid out by the door. Furthermore the wet room is prepared and ready or we can continue on like this…Ma'am". JARVIS added the term of address as if it were an afterthought. It certainly was something being scolded and told off by something that identified you in such a formal manner.

Conceding defeat Grace made her way grumpily to the room directed mumbling as she went,

"Easy way or hard way. Humph. I'll change your energy efficient light bulbs into 220 lumen blubs. See how you like that"

The water that had desisted in its attack, once Grace began her journey towards the bathroom, reared up for a quick flash of downpour at her threat.

"I heard that Ma'am" JARVIS notified her. Grace scowled at the house.

'Traitor'.


It was the 6th of July. Two months since her father went missing. Obadiah was at her all the time "accept her destiny and become CEO". Grace stubbornly refused feeling that in acquiescing to his requests would be declaring to the world she believed her father dead, something she was not willing to do. Pepper supported her but this did not prevent the red-head from advising she think on it. The company would need her to do something at some point. Her announcement could be used to state she is merely taking the position in her father's temporary absence and that she fully believed he would return. However Grace was determined to delay as much as she could. Obadiah was still the sole person pestering Grace to step up, but the Stark knew it would not be long before the board of directors joined him. Worst case scenario they would call a meeting to go over her head and appoint someone else. She doubted they would do that as a first option though. It would create a press nightmare. The family company shunning the poor lost daughter of the CEO. It did not require an expert to predict the blizzard of hate they would be in should they proceed with such a step.

Grace spent most of her time fixing cars in her father's tech cave with Dummy assisting her. Or tinkering with unfinished gadgets and devices he had been twiddling with for years. Exploring her world reminded her just how much of a genius her Dad really was. As daft as it sounds she sometimes forgot when they hung out together. He never dragged his work into his time with her. That time was always about them. Inspecting his inventions though helped her explore the creative genius of his brain. There were formulas and plan she could never have dreamed of buried down there. People remarked she had inherited his brain, which based on her education one could not deny. But it was different. While she could follow his thought process and even contribute, it never would have occurred to her naturally or originally in the first place. She needed him to guide her there. That wasn't to say Grace could not have ideas of her own.

Pepper tried to visit as often as she could but it was getting harder with Tony's work load growing and piling up since there was no one there to officially deal with it. However today the assistant had managed to obtain a rare day off and visit her dear friend. Grace had been growing distant as time passed. Both due to her father's abduction and Obadiah's pressure to take the CEO position.

She had deposited her bag and some supplies she picked up on the kitchen island and was surprised Grace had not greeted her yet knowing that JARVIS would have informed the Stark of her arrival the moment she crossed the door. Despite Grace's behaviour to others the young lady had depended on Pepper's company quite a lot in recent days. She never failed to meet Pepper as she was one of the few who was not asking for anything from her.

"Grace?" she called out, "Sweetie where are you?" she tried again walking along the corridor leading away from the kitchen.

"She is in Mr Stark's wardrobe Miss Potts" JARVIS revealed his conveying his concern.

Pepper charged into action immediately going where JARVIS had directed her. Nothing good could be coming from this. Grace hadn't set foot in that room since Tony left. Even before then she rarely entered, both because it was her father's private space and fear she would encounter his latest bed Barbie.

The scene she was met with was heart-breaking.

Grace sat crumpled on the floor of Tony's walk in closet surrounded by his articles of clothing. Shirts, jackets and jumpers littered the space, hanging precariously off the knees of Grace's crossed legs. The teen in question had dried tear tracks marking her face as her chocolate brown eyes, so like her father's, explored a tiny container no bigger than a file box.

Kneeling to the raven-haired lady's height Pepper manoeuvred some of the items out of the way to sit beside the distraught Stark.

"Oh sweetie what happened?" she enquired softly, wrapping an arm around her companion.

"I-I- I was working in the basement" Grace stuttered out amongst her desolate hiccups and sniffles. "When I realised I couldn't- I couldn't remember what he smelt like? My own father. I remember his voice, his laugh, his smile, what he looked like and JARVIS has recorded versions of that but I can't remember what he smelt like. The only thing that sprung to mind was oil and grease but I know it's not that".

Pepper rubbed her arm up and down in a soothing motion as Grace started to calm. It was an unusual thought for sure but this was a terrible and unknowing time. There was no predicting Grace's behaviour. The one person who was any good at that is missing on the other side of the world.

"Come 'ere" the assistant gently commanded her arms securing the teen more firmly as Grace turned into her embrace.

While the youngest Stark was distracted Pepper peered over her shoulder into the box that had captured Grace's attention. Inside there was random mementos acting as a token or reminder of stages in Grace's life. From this distance Pepper could spy a tiny pair of shoes she recalled baby Grace wearing. Additionally there was a small transparent pouch inside which a lock of black baby hair resided. Beside that there was a pile of papers, each adorned with their own childish scribble bestowed upon it by a young little girl. It was with a sad wave of grief and longing the answer struck Pepper.

This was Tony's Grace box.

A memory struck Pepper. It had been years since she had thought about it. If Tony would have put anywhere it would be in this tucked away box. Reaching across her hand investigated the deep container. Passing old drawings and dated toys and figurines, her hands searched for the object in mind.

Grace leant out of Pepper's hug at her friend's actions.

"Aha!" the red-head announced in triumph at locating what she had been looking for. Leaving the wardrobe without further explanation Grace stared at her companion's bizarre actions.

By the time Grace emerged from her spiral of mourning that was her Dad's closet. She saw Pepper sat on the end of Tony's huge bed waiting for her. JARVIS had loaded up whatever Pepper had taken and so the wall displayed a considerably younger Tony Stark frozen in frame as he blocked something from the camera.

Grace wasn't even aware of her body moving beside Pepper's as she tilted her head to the side in confusion. Pepper pressed play sparking the video into life.

"Shh" Tony hushed, his finger pressed to his lips. "She is asleep"

"I know she's asleep you numpty. It's the only time you're ever quiet" an off-camera Pepper retorted sarcastically, gaining a dry glare as payment.

Tony waved her closer towards a cot standing in the middle of the room. JARVIS had set stars twinkling in the ceiling above the bed.

The camera slowly approached and peeked over the sides to the tightly wrapped bundle sleeping inside.

Nothing really happened for the next few second. Tony reached down just for his index finger to been nabbed and grabbed by the unconscious Grace. Although this was undeniably adorable the picture that really stole the show was Tony's beaming smile. Despite the bags under his eyes, the patches of baby slobber at the top of his shirt where he had held Grace, the exhausted droop of his body, that blinding grin made him seem really alive.

There was buzz and a blurry grey screen cover the playback. As soon as it came it was replaced with another scene of the Starks.

Grace was sitting independently on her play mat laughing hysterically, the force of her giggles causing the 8 month old to lean back perilously.

Pepper was stationed on the floor, leaning against the sofa, prepared to catch Grace should she need to. The assistant was chuckling almost as hard as Grace.

The reason for the ladies' mirth was soon explained as Grace settled slightly. Her eyes aglow staring at her father. Tony was waiting a short distance from her, his face alight with mischief. He then pounced forth wrapping his arms around Grace making loud "gobble, gobble, gobble" sounds while he pretended to nibble her stomach, his scruff tickling her. This sent the child into fits of giggles once more.

Like before the image change with a quick flash of a grey screen.

Obadiah crouched far away on the left. Tony crouched in the same manner on the right. Grace was balancing precariously on her two feet. Her chubby fingers gripped the coffee table next her.

"Go on Grace! Walk to Daddy!" Pepper encouraged from her position holding the camera. A glimpse of her hand was seen as she gestured toward the two gentleman ahead.

"No Grace walk to uncle Obie!" Obadiah instructed, "Work with me kid. Imagine the look on your silly old Dad's face if I win. Come on, I'll buy you a car if you do"

Tony laughed, "A car? What is she going to do with a car? Never promised me a car" he faux-pouted, focusing back to a confused Grace, "Come here kiddo. You love Daddy more so will walk to me" he tempted.

"Fine. Uncle Obie promises to buy you a bunch of toys the next time we're out" Obadiah negotiated.

"Oh you did not play the toy card" Tony protested good-naturedly.

"Why not? You get to use the Daddy card" Stane countered.

"Guys she's moving!" Pepper exclaimed pointing to the now mobile child.

Though marginally unsteady on her feet Grace was moving with speed out of the 'living' area into the clearing the two males were waiting in.

"Man she's moving fast. JARVIS remind me to pick up baby gates. The havoc she could wreak unnoticed could be cataclysmic" Tony noted with pride as the little raven-haired girl stumbled forth.

Both men offered their reasons and bribes to the uncomprehending child until Grace took a hard right and collected her fuzzy bunny that lay on the floor.

"Are you kidding me? I was usurped by a bunny? That is it. Easter is going to be dark this year" Tony decided, miffed at his daughter favouring a rabbit above him.

Again grey dominated the screen briefly revealing a new scene,

The camera had been placed on a side table allowing for both Tony and Grace to be in the shot. No one was manning the device. Tony was on the sofa, his knees upright since his feet were resting on the edge of the seat. Grace was settled comfortably on his lap, her back against his raised thighs meeting his expression.

"Repeat after me" Tony directed staring directly into Grace's eyes.

"I, Grace Maria Stark" he began, when the child before him said nothing he continued, "Kiddo you're going to have to work with me here. I, Grace Maria Stark." He prompted once more.

This time his pronouncement invited a reply of baby babble. Apparently this roved to be acceptable for Tony carried on,

"Promise to sleep through the entire night without waking Daddy. I also promise to take to potty training as soon as possible to spare Daddy any further sinus damage."

Grace let out a bark of laughter clapping her hands together. Evidently this translated to mean the previous statement to Tony.

"Very good. Now, I will not date until I am 80 and my father is long gone. Furthermore my future husband will be a monk or preferably a eunuch." Tony noticed Grace's focus drifting to examine the room, "Hey kid this is important, pay attention." He snapped his fingers garnering her attention again but only for a matter of seconds.

"Tsk. I'm working with amateurs here. Though having said that I suspect you might be brighter than some of those directors at work…even at this stage. Hey no judging Daddy, I didn't pick them." Stroking Grace hair with his thumb he continued to speak his mind, "I've got big plans for you little girl. One day you're going to be CEO like me. You shall do great things. Travel the world. Or maybe not. Perhaps you have secret desires to be a pirate, sail the seas? No? That doesn't interest you? Hrm what to do with you little girl? I know! You'll just have to stay with old me. We'll keep each other company. Stick together, me and you until the end"

Throughout his speech Grace's head had started to lull as she gradually fell asleep to his familiar comforting voice. "Really? Sometime I don't think you listen to me kiddo." Tony complained.

Grace spent the evening watching this home movie her father had hidden. So enraptured by it she failed to see Pepper sneak out the door.


It was the 6th of August. It had reached the three month mark and the prospects of finding her father were now looking grim. The press that had been faithfully camped at the gates, disbanded weeks ago. Pressure from Stark Industries to take her father's position increased tenfold. Not only was Obie pressing the matter but the board of directors' patience was wearing thin. The options laying before her were to become CEO or wait for an injunction or another motion ousting her from power. That was why five nights ago as she was dining with Obadiah she consented to succeed her Dad then pass on her authority and powers to Stane until such a time as was appropriate for her to head the company. Obie had been delighted and immediately organised a press conference for today. Pepper was beside her throughout. The assistant ensured this was truly what Grace wanted and offered her full support.

The last press release she had attend was to encourage hope for her father's rescue and reassure investors of Stark industries success. Yet this time she would declare her intentions. It was like decided he was forever gone and that it is time to start moving on. The very thought of which splintered the teen's heart more.

On the other side of the door was an army of photographers, cameramen and journalists. At the moment Grace was preparing herself as Obie went over her statement for the billionth time. Pepper met her eyes sadly over the elder gentleman's shoulder. Offering a sad smile as comfort the red-head let Obadiah plough on with his instructions.

"Now repeat that back to me. What are you going to say?" he inquired impatiently. This would be the final review before Grace was left to the mercy of the press. Rolling her eyes Grace withheld her snappy bite.

"It is will a heavy heart I will take my father's position in Stark Industries where from there I will transfer that authority to our life-long associate and business partner Obadiah Stane who has much more experience in the company and excellent leadership capabilities. He would guide us into the future blah, blah, blah until such a time as it is seen fit for me to fully embrace the place of CEO." She answered in a monotone. Being tired of having the conversation would be an understatement.

Obie wasn't impressed with her sarcasm but elected not to mention it. "Good. Very good. Now remember smile occasionally. You are supposed to be advertising a hopeful future for Stark Industries".

Fortunately Grace was spared a response as the door leading to her doom opened. Ignoring the flashes of lights and wave of questions being fired at her, Grace approached the desk and chair set up for her. Settling in her seat she began her speech.

"Thank you for coming today. I know you have many questions which I will address at the end but first let me say what the purpose of this conference is for. As many of you have speculated in recent times and enquired about the matter of the position of CEO at Stark Industries needs to be addressed." Summoning her courage and desperately trying to keep herself from breaking down Grace fiddled with the end of her sleeve. Avoiding the piercing glares of reporters the teen watched her fingers while they picked away at her cuff. "I-It is with a heavy heart I announce my intention to succeed my fath-"

Grace paused suddenly something catching her eye. Scrunching her brow she pulled back the sleeve covering her left arm. Her palm was facing skyward and on her wrist she could see the familiar white scratches tarnishing her skin. It had been years since she had thought about the incident, she had grown up with them therefore never really thought about them nor focus on them. Simply accepting they were a part of her body that wouldn't fade.

Standing along the wall of the conference hall Obie and Pepper exchanged a concerned glance. Both wondering what the youngest Stark was doing. The pause was obviously unplanned and not arising from a swell of emotions.

"Miss Stark?" a female reporter seated on the front row called curiously halting Grace's train of thought.

"What?" the raven-haired girl replied instinctively, "Sorry I erm was just- got distracted for a moment. What was I saying? Oh yes I remember. It is with a hea- you know what would you mind if I went slightly off track here? I know it isn't really done and all that but I want to tell you a story. I doubt my Dad ever talked about this in interviews but I want to. When I was five we flew over to England as a business slash family holiday. We stayed in this grand old house in the countryside. Which with its poor phone reception was as painful as having a tooth pulled for Dad" she joked sparking a collection of chuckles at the thought. Pepper attempted to catch Grace's eyes and find out what was happening or where she was going with this. Obie was starting to look marginally concerned with this derailment.

"When we arrived, a bunch of people rushed out to greet him and stuff however all I wanted to do was play outside in the little woodland area in the large gardens. I snuck off without anyone noticing and I spent the day chasing dragons and climbing trees on my own oblivious to the vast manhunt I had caused back at the great house. Anyway night time came and I was still sitting in this ginormous tree. I tried to climb back down to the ground but in the darkness I slipped hurtling several feet towards the floor. Turns out I had broken my wrist, there are a few faint marks where the loose stones cut my skin" she confessed raising her arm up and pointing out the faded scratches littering her wrist.

"I was crying, scared and alone. No one had found me yet so I was pretty distraught. But roughly twenty minutes after my fall I saw him charging through the trees screaming my name as he searched for me. My Dad, the cool-headed CEO of Stark Industries was frantically tearing up the forest looking for me. In my distress he carried me back to find a doctor all the while offering soothing words. He promised he'd never let me down like that again, he'd keep better care of me, he'd always find me, and that he would be here throughout." She concluded her tale ignorant of the worried expressions Pepper and Obadiah shared. This in no way related to the news she was supposed to be sharing.

"Sorry if this seems a bit left-field but I thought I should explain the background a bit before what I say next. He'll find me. He said he would and I have no good reason to lose faith in him now. I refuse to give up on him because he wouldn't do that to me. I came here with completely different intentions regarding the job as CEO but I'm afraid the position is already filled, we are simply awaiting his return. Stark Industries believe in Anthony Edward Stark. I believe in Tony Stark" Grace declared determinedly and resolutely while Obie urgently dragged her from the stage as fast as possible. Pepper held the door open which Obadiah practically threw the teen through. A barrage of questions were bellowed from the hall echoing down the corridor. The red-head stepped up in the stage to calm the storm and do damage control.

Thrusting the stumbling Stark into the car Obadiah drove without letting Happy inside. He set the car screeching away from the building as he raced down the roads leading to the Stark beach house.

"WHAT THE DEVIL WERE YOU THINKING?!" he roared thunderously, glaring at Grace through the rear-view mirror. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?! YOU STUPID RECKLESS FOOL. You are just like your father, you have no care for consequences. You cannot grasp the concept of cause and effect! You need to fix this Grace. Demanding your own way and pretending to be your father won't work".

Grace flew across the backseat when Stane sharply turned the car, other drivers blasting their horns at Obie's irresponsible manner of driving.

"I said the truth!" Grace cried petulantly having decided she had suffered enough of Obie's lecture. "The position is filled and I see no need to replace him. He has done an excellent job the past years!" She argued gripping the door handle to keep in her seat for apparently the seatbelt was not sufficient.

"You don't understand. You're nothing but an ignorant child!" Obadiah reprimanded flooring the accelerator making what should be ten minute route take two minutes.

"Well in that case a child should not be in charge of multi-million dollar company. You are much better waiting for Dad to return than place such an apparently immature and careless kid in charge" she retorted baiting him and twisting his words.

"I see what you are trying to do young lady and it won't work. You're little display back there is going to have consequences. I insist that at the earliest opportunity you mend this gigantic error!" Obadiah ordered flinging the car down another road leading back to Grace's home.

"Well I can't just pop out tomorrow and change my statement. Imagine what they would say? A CEO with such a back and forth opinion? Poor Stark teen bullied under board of directors' pressure? Business heads declare Tony dead?" she listed off hypothetical headlines. "No it will have to wait a couple more weeks." She negotiated angrily, Obie's rage reflecting off on her. Obadiah reluctantly agreed with her assessment, much to his chagrin.

"Fine. But you will do this Grace. You can't keep ignoring the facts simply because you dislike them!" He fought firmly unlocking the gate to the Stark residence. Grace scarcely withheld her surprise at their arrival, Obie had really been driving. No doubt he broke multiple speed laws. At her silence Obadiah's voice rumbled menacingly, "Grace?"

The teen tugged frantically on the doors only to find them locked shut.

"Open the door" she demanded, her voice not as hard as she would have wish and wavered slightly at the end.

"Not until you agree. And there is to be no funny business like that stunt you pulled today" Obadiah refused turning in his seat now the car was stationary.

Grace refused to yield. Maintaining her bold expression as best she could she met Obadiah's withering stare. Alas Obadiah had considerable experience in this field and before long Grace's resolve crumbled under the weight.

Not until September when the press dies down a bit" she argued.

"No. Two weeks from now we will go to Stark Industries where you will pass on the title of CEO to me. Understand?"

With a defeated nod from Grace, Stane unlocked the doors. However as Grace was stepping out he uttered.

"You do not want to make an enemy of me Grace. I can play this game better than you and I shan't hesitate to put you in your place. I have the power to destroy you" he threatened darkly.

Grace stood by the open door, she countered growling,

"Not yet you don't" then slammed the door furiously and marched back to the house.

So it was that on the 20th of August Grace would make Obadiah CEO…whether she wished to or not.


It was the 18th of August. Tony Stark had been located and was returning home. Pepper eagerly waited by the car at the airstrip he was due to land at any time in the next ten minutes. The assistant remembered with a grin Grace's reaction to the news the other night.

~~~~Flashback~~~~

Grace was been avoiding Obadiah's company. She had been dreading her next encounter with the fearsome businessman. Neither had divulged to Pepper the full extent of their fight in the car but it did not take a rocket scientist to figure out something drastic had occurred. The red-head was well-aware of Stane's temper and knew how livid he was from Grace's behaviour at the last press conference. Since the event Grace shut herself off more than she had these past three months. All the assistant to gather was that Grace would be making Obadiah CEO on the 20th but that had been all Stane had revealed to her.

Currently she was sharing dinner with the Stark. Grace was distractedly pushing her spaghetti around the bowl. Pepper was about to tempt the young lady into eating a bit more when JARVIS beat her to it.

"Ma'am might I suggest aiming the pasta at your mouth. Additionally Colonel Rhodes is requesting an audience".

The mere mention of Rhodey sent Grace flying from the table and straight to the living room where the nearest monitor was. Poor Grace had been desperate for news lately, even more so than at the beginning. Something Pepper noted with curiosity. Whatever Obadiah and Grace discussed had shaken the heir.

"Grace?" Rhodey's face popped up on the wall, a beaming grin dominating his features, "Grace? We found him. We got him"

A smile swallowed the teen, all energy seemed to sap away from her as she collapsed on the seat behind her.

"Re-Really?" she inquired breathlessly, "Is he- is he okay? Did you catch the men that took him? Is he here with you now? Where did you find him? Can I talk to him? When is he flying back here? What tim-" Rhodey cut off her rapid fire of questions.

"Woah slow down there." He chuckled, "Tony's if perfectly fine, a little dehydrated but that's to be expected. He is being checked out by the doctors right now. We found him…"

Pepper felt relief flood her body as Rhodey continued to answer the eager daughter's array of questions.

~~~~End Of Flashback~~~~

A loud engine snapped Pepper back into the present. Across the concrete a military jet landed, the familiar screech of the landing gear ending a thrill of excitement through the assistant as the prospect of seeing her dear friend and boss once more. She had only recently got a hold of her emotion and stop crying. Although there was no chance to fix her makeup to hide it, not that Pepper really cared that much. The Starks were family to her and she wanted to see Tony.

To her right an ambulance waited to escort Tony directly to the hospital. Once again Pepper was glad she made Grace stay at home and meet her dad there. This was exactly the reason she informed the teen to do so. Pepper had no idea the extent of Tony's injuries and she refused to further upset Grace by allowing her to witness her father damaged and broken. Rhodey had told them very little about Tony's current state since he was still being checked out when he called.

Tony shifted impatiently in his seat while he waited for the plane to grind down to a halt. Rhodey had insisted he sit in this absurd wheelchair and Tony had rarely felt so ridiculous before in his life. Which was truly an achievement considering all the crazy things he had done whilst dunk…after all he was one who thought it was a good idea to dress in drag and ride horse statues amongst other things.

Above all Tony wanted to be home already. He had had quite enough of Afghanistan thank you very much. He was in no humour to appease other people until he saw his daughter. Grace was his priority.

Finally the doors dropped and revealed the sunny weather of Malibu. Instantly his eyes spotted a recognisable patch of red-hair waiting by a familiar black car. A smirk filtered across his cheeks. 'Wherever Pepper is, Grace won't be far behind'. Happy was loitering a few paces next to her by the driver seat door, looking as anxious at his return.

Rhodey grasped his uninjured left arm and helped Tony get to his feet then guiding him carefully down the sloped exit. The eldest Stark's muscles groaned from the effort but Tony could make himself care. As they reached the bottom he was vaguely aware of Rhodey warning him to mind his step. One thing that captured his focus though was the swift arrival of a gurney pushed by paramedics.

"Oh you kidding me with this? Get rid of them" Tony waved them off, rolling his eyes. Continuing on his own towards Pepper he tucked his sling further under his suit jacket.

"Hm. Your eyes are red. A few tears for your long lost boss?" he quipped, glad to be home and e greeted by a familiar face.

"Tears of joy. I hate job hunting" she retorted kiddingly.

"Yeah vacations over" Tony declared, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Having greeted his loyal P.A his eyes immediately sought out his daughter. He was honestly surprised he hadn't been ambushed by the kid already. 'Could she possibly still be mad at me for the birthday thing? Things have happened between then' he thought scanning the area a fourth time. Again coming up fruitless he faced Pepper.

"Hey where's Gracie?"

"Oh I told her to stay at the house. We didn't know how banged up you'd be and I didn't want to make her watch if you were dragged out on a gurney with a neck-brace." She confessed, "She is eagerly waiting for you at home. Seriously she cannot wait. If I ever had doubts she wasn't yours they were dispelled this morning. She definitely has your stubborn streak" Pepper teased.

At her announcement Tony belted out an uproarious laugh, rolling over the parked cars.

"What?" Pepper demanded, puzzled over her boss's sudden humour.

When his outburst died down to a gradual chuckle Tony retorted,

"You told my daughter, the one human being in the world with half MY DNA, to stay home and wait while fully expecting her to behave…completely unsupervised?" he asked highlighting the major flaws and gaping holes in Pepper's plans.

The P.A opened her mouth and shut it repeatedly. A moments silence passed until she cursed,

"Crap. She's not going to be there is she?" she complained rhetorically.

Tony was deprived the opportunity to mock her further when the roar of an engine deafened them. Seconds later his silver Ferrari swerved into the lot and sped across the concrete pulling alongside Happy. Tony wasn't conscious of his breath being held nor the sudden rapid beat of his heart. His concentration was focused on the action occurring over Pepper's shoulder.

Barely having halted the car a mass of black curls hopped out of the car.

"DAD!" Grace called out. Her own chocolate irises looking for him amongst the crowd, moving forward marginally. Pepper's body had been obscuring him from view causing the teen to miss him initially. With a hopeless grin the red-head side-stepped out of the way instantaneously revealing the CEO to Grace.

Both Starks stood frozen 5 metres from the other. They were oblivious to the world around them. Neither moved closer or did anything aside from stare and drink the other in. Finally Tony broke the deafening silence drowning them.

"Here's looking at you, kid".

That was enough to break the spell they were under. Snorting into her hands, Grace came hurtling over to him, tightly wrapping her body around him. Careful not the hit his bandaged arm. Tony needed no further invitation and encased her in his good arm.

"3 and a half months you've have to plan your greeting and you picked Casablanca?" Grace breathed jokingly into his neck.

"Hey at least I had something. You kiddo have got diddly squat" he retorted into her hair, kissing the crown of her head softly before tucking her into his embrace once more. "But I'm telling you now, if you say 'you complete me' I may hurl". He was rewarded with a breathless laugh.

"Well, nobody's perfect!" she recited in her best Osgood impression from Some Like It Hot, "how's that?"

"That'll do kid, that'll do" Tony praised pulling her closer in his arms. 'Was she always this tall? And her hair, it is definitely longer. Gosh she is skinny, has she been eating? She certainly wasn't this thin before I left I'm sure'.

The father was torn from his paternal worrying when a muffled voice reached his ears.

"I missed you Daddy". Throwing the father back years to when she was young, Tony smiled.

"Yeah me too kid" he agreed kissing her hair again, "me too".


AN/ There we are. WOW that was a long chapter! What were you're thoughts? Please leave a review and let me know! If you are disappointed I didn't prolong the abduction over several chapters or this seems a bit chopped up I apologise but I wanted to reunite them fairly quickly. I didn't want to write multiple chapters of Grace alone when she was out of sorts. Instead I just wrote a ridiculously LONG chapter! But I also wanted you to feel time passing, not just overlook it in the blink of an eye. Did you like the little JARVIS shower moment in the middle, it was all rather depressing for a while and I wanted a little joke in the chapter. Hopefully you will understand my lack of frequent updates in the future (as stated at the top) and I thank you for sticking with this.
animexchick-
Thanks for the review. I worked quite hard on it, originally it was much shorter but then I figured Tony was more the man of less-frequent heart to heart moments therefore when they occur they're quite big as opposed to little and often if you understand me. Glad you agreed! Most of his abduction is from Grace's perspective but upon his return I plan little flashbacks and snippets from Tony.
Saricaykes- Thank you for the review. I appreciate the comment on Tony's video, I did work hard on that. You'll have to keep reading and see! Haha thank you, hopefully this chapter meets expectations? :).