Hello! Just like I promised people! I hope you're excited for this because I think it's a pretty good chapter. Also, I want to thank you guys for the wonderful reviews. They mean a lot to me. A LOT!

I wanted to do Shout-outs but I won't be. I want to hold off on those for now.

Enjoy Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I can't keeping saying it!

Pepper: You better.

Me: I can't...

Pepper: I'm not even in this story! Are just proving that you're even more crueler than I thought? *Starts rambling on and on*

Me: FINE! I don't own IMAA!

Pepper: Good.

Rhodey unbuckled his seat belt. With his mother's help, he got out.

"Come on, James."

"OK."

The two walked into the lobby of a very tall, tall building. Roberta told him to stay put while she checked in, and that was what he did. A few minutes passed and she came back. She took his hand and they began walking deeper into the building.

"We're going to the top floor, okay?"

The boy nodded and they made their way to the elevator. The ride was smooth and he enjoyed the nice music. When the doors opened, a lady looked up from what she was doing and smiled.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Roberta Rhodes and I'm here to speak with Howard Stark about an issue he needed help with."

"Of course. He is expecting you," She said while quickly checking her computer. "Mr. Stark will see you now. Follow me."

Roberta nodded and did as she was told. The lady opened the door leading into an office that was huge and the two were a little stunned.

Rhodey looked at his mother and said, "It's so cool!"

"It is," she said nodding. "Best behavior, James."

"I know, I know. You can stop telling me now."

They walked in and saw a man at a desk who was looking at some papers, clearly deep in thought. In the right corner of the room, a little boy was sitting with some papers and pencils. He looked like he was writing.

"Sir, Mrs. Rhodes is here."

The man looked up and said, "Oh, thank you, Trish."

The Trish lady left the room and closed the door behind her.

"Uh, sit down Mrs. Rhodes."

He paused briefly and stared at Rhodey. And Rhodey stared right back, clearly a bit annoyed that the man had not offered him a seat. The three year old crossed his arms and tapped his foot. It was as if he was waiting for the elder to realize his mistake.

"If you'd like, your son can join mine over there," he said while gesturing to the corner. "It's up to you."

"That sounds nice. James why don't you go talk to him?"

Rhodey looked at the boy and then at it his mother. He seemed hesitant at first but decided to give it a chance. And anyways, it looked like the man had no intention of offering him a seat.

"Okay," he said after considering it. "I'll go."

Slowly, he walked over to the corner. He sat down next to the kid and looked over at what he was doing. The paper had messy hand-writing and was a little hard to read. It looked like gibberish to him.

Taking a deep breath he spoke, "Hello, I'm James."

The boy looked up from what he was doing and said, "Hi, I'm Tony."

"What's that on the paper?"

"I'm making formulas."

"Sound boring," said Rhodey while sticking his tongue. "Why don't you do something fun?"

"But I like doing this, and it is fun."

"Doesn't look that way."

Tony remained quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"My father always says 'To each their own.'"

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Oh."

The two sat in silence for a while, neither able to find the right words. These two were opposites. One was clearly a genius and the other was not. So how could these two children possibly get along?

Suddenly, Tony spoke.

"Would you like to twy?"

Rhodey looked at him and shrugged. "Sure."

Tony handed him the paper and pencil. He waited patiently for Rhodey to at least attempt it, but all he saw was the boy trying to comprehend what was already written. Finally, Rhodey handed it back.

"I can't do it. It looks hard."

Suddenly, an idea came to mind.

"Let me teach you."

The young Rhodes pondered whether he should. Would learning this benefit him (He was about to start pre-school)? Would he just get bored and frustrated? Soon, he formulated an answer.

"OK."

So that's what Tony did. Whenever Rhodey found it hard, he'd crack a joke and that would earn him a laugh. Whenever he got stuck, Tony would help. Soon, the two stopped writing and began playing games like hide-and-seek, tag, rock-paper-scissors-shoot, and more.

This had to be the most fun Rhodey and Tony had ever had.

...

Hours passed and soon it was time to leave.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

Rhodey looked up to see his mother in front of him. He stood up from his spot on the ground and turned to say bye to Tony.

"Bye, Tony."

"Bye Rhodey."

"R-Rhodey?" he asked, confused.

"That's your last name right? I turned it into a nickname. I hope that's okay."

Rhodey thought about it momentarily.

"I like it."

Tony smiled, and for the first time today, so did Rhodey.

With that, the Rhodes left the building.

...

"So, did you like playing with Tony?"

"Yea, I did."

"Well, maybe you'll see him again."

Rhodey shifted his attention from the window to his mother.

"What?"

"Mr. Stark is coming over tomorrow for dinner to discuss some matters. I can ask him to bring Tony if you like."

"Can you?" asked Rhodey with a small smile. "I really had fun with him."

"Of course."

"Thanks, mommy."

"Anytime, James."

The rest of the ride home was rode in a comfortable silence. Each lost in their own world.

What did you guys think about Chapter 2? A lot of you guy loved Chapter 1, so I just have to know. I'm trying to make them sound baby-like but if I do, the words don't make sense.

Be on the look out for a second update today! That's if I can stop binge watching all of my favorite shows. XD

No promises though...

Anyway...

Scribbles Out!