I got way too many routes to take to make this all just go away.
VII.
It was the third week of June. Elly had finally completed the Spider-Suit and, after some fine tuning tweaks from her father, it was finally packed away for Peter to use. Her dad and him had flown off to Germany for some big Avengers mission involving the Sokovia Accords. In his absence, he had been video calling Elly and keeping a small video diary as much as he could. Currently, Happy Hogan was rushing him into his hotel room while telling him to suit up. The very disgruntled Happy brought Peter to the common space of his hotel room upon seeing him in his ragtag hoodie and tights, revealing a large metal suitcase. He gave the young Spider-Man two minutes to get changed into his long awaited suit. Atop the silver suitcase was a small, handwritten note that read, "A minor upgrade for you, babe" with MJS signed in beautiful calligraphy. In his mind, he could hear her sarcastic tone and all he wanted in this moment was to call her and show her what the suit looked like on. However, he was once again being ushered by Happy and he never got the chance.
Elly was currently sitting at home trying her best to be productive, but she was just so bored. With her dad being gone, she was technically free from work. She answered office phone calls, despite not having to, and nearly all of those calls ended up in her taking a message since she was unsure of her when her father would return. She cleaned the fourth and fifth floors that belonged to the Stark family time and time again. Elly had drawn up more upgrades for Iron Man and Spider-Man and even humored herself in making her own rendition of an Iron Man suit for herself that she had wanted to show to her dad and boyfriend. But aside from that, she felt she was lacking inspiration and creativity. She was bored and she was missing Peter.
Their days were full of such laughter that lifted up Elly's spirits that felt she had felt as if something were missing while he was gone. Every morning, she would pick him up to start their work day. They would spend their lunch together, talking about the progress and processes of their internship. Their nights were spent playing video games or watching movies together in the Stark family home theater. Every day seemed to start and end with Peter, and not knowing when he was going to be back was killing her. Since his departure, Elly often found herself curled up on the couch alone watching TV or a variety of YouTube videos serving as background noise as she sipped on tea with her leather bound sketchbook in her lap while she continued designs for her own suit. Tonight was one of those nights. Her eyes were dancing with fatigue as they fought to focus on the current episode of Stranger Things that she was attempting to watch. Sleep seemed to be winning until her phone started blaring the last verse of Taking Back Sunday's "You're So Last Summer", signifying Peter was finally able to call. As soon as she answered, he was babbling away in excitement.
"Elly! Elly, oh my god the most amazing thing happened to me. So your dad was all like 'Hey, underoos!' and I just kind of flipped in and was like 'sup everybody' and I stole Captain America's shield and—hey just a second! Coming!" Peter literally had not taken a breath since Elly picked up the video chat, and she wondered how on earth he could talk so fast, let alone do a back flip off of his bed while he was laying on his stomach. Elly was able to see Happy enter his room in a robe, gripe about the thin walls before disappearing from her view again. Peter rushed back to his phone, his vibrant smile still glued to his face. "Anyway, thank you so much for the suit Elly, it's awesome. I would have called you sooner but I didn't get a chance to." She chuckled softly at his uncontainable elation.
"It's fine, Peter. So you stole uncle Steve's shield. What else happened today?" He began giving Elly a run down of everything she had missed. She tried her best to picture everyone that was there, though a couple of descriptions sounded unfamiliar. She gather her uncle Clint was also a part of the battle, which made her just a little melancholy. She hadn't seen him or his family in a while, and now she was questioning when the next time would even be. When Peter got to the part in the story where he tangled some giant guy's legs like in Empire Strikes Back, Elly was shaking with laughter.
"That's pretty funny. I can't wait to see all of the videos you took in Germany."
"I can't wait until we go home. I miss you." The vivacious conversation had died down with those words—reality setting in and bringing them the realization that this is the longest they had been apart.
"I miss you too. Any idea when you and dad are going to be back?"
"I-I'm not sure yet. I'd talk to him but he's been pretty tense since Captain America got away." A soft, disappointed sigh left Elly's lips.
"I don't doubt that. I wish I was with you guys instead. I'm so freakin' bored." Elly had picked up the art of diversion from her father, learning to immediately change the subject to something inclusive instead of sad.
"Germany would have been awesome to see with you."
"We'll go, one day." Another thing she had learned from her dad—explore the world as often as possible. Though this exact scenario wasn't quite what he meant, she had only learned through observation. Any time Tony was out somewhere without Pepper, he always promised to take her back there. They talked some more, mostly one what Elly had been doing while the men in her life were away, which felt like a whole lot of nothing. "I'm gonna go to bed, babe. I can hardly keep my eyes open."
"Aw, okay. I miss you, and I'll see you soon, okay love? Good night."
"Night, Peter." Elly ended the call, hoping the video screen cut off before he could see her rising blush. Him calling her love as he had been the past week made her heart swell and burst. Deciding to crash on the couch, like she had been doing since the Towers been empty, she closed her eyes once again.
Elly awoke the next morning with a crick in her neck, most likely from sleeping on the couch. First thing she did was check her phone; Peter had sent her nearly a dozen photos of him running around Germany with her dad, each photo bringing a smile to her lips. She started her day as normal—eating breakfast, getting a good work out in the training room, and headed up to the lab to work on her private project. The miniature suit Elly had created for herself was over halfway completed. All that was left was the chest plate and helmet, with the latter being the most time consuming piece she was going to need. "I'm home, honey!" Elly hadn't realized the elevator doors opened until she saw Tony walking towards her. The first thing she noticed was the scrapes and bruises all over her dad. "What's wrong?" He asked very carefully, taking note of the perplexed look on his daughter's face.
"D-dad? W-what happened to you?" Tony became very quiet, his lips pursed as if he were in pain.
"Rogers happened. I told him I was trying to keep us all together, he chose his friend. He didn't choose us, he didn't choose you like we chose him. I'm sorry, honey." Elly nodded in understanding before wrapping her arms around her dad's torso, a singular tear streaming down her face at the harsh truth. She understood how much this hurt him, as well as her.
"You've got me and mom, dad." She mumbled into his chest.
"Nah, I got you kiddo." Tony hugged his daughter back as tight as he possibly could. They stood in their embrace in the absence of sound until he pulled away, looking at Elly's workspace. "So I see you started a project. What on earth have you been doing?" There was her dad's master deflection skills shining through. He picked up her leather bound sketchbook that Peter had given her what felt like ages ago. His eyes landed on the junior Iron Man designs. "What, you want to be just like dad?" Tony joked.
"Pshh, I would be way cooler than Iron Man." Elly had walked up beside him, proudly showing the sketches she had worked on. Tony tapped his fingers on his chin.
"I don't know, Iron Girl or Iron Lady would never sound right." He teased.
"I mean, mom was named Rescue and I loved that." The slightest frown touched her dad's lips. It became obvious then that Elly was missing her mom, causing Tony's guilt to resurface.
"Peacekeeper." Was all Tony said. Elly raised her eyebrows at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain further. "You always kept the peace between me and your mother, a-and it's my fault she's not here." Silence blanketed over them. Elly had never seen her dad in such a vulnerable state, and she almost felt the need to coddle him.
"Dad...where is she?" Elly inquired quietly.
"We're on a break." Tony replied earnestly after a brief pause. "She asked me to stop being Iron Man; that I need to be here more for you and her. But I don't want to stop—I can't stop trying to protect you two." His head hung ever so slightly in shame at the admission.
"I get it, pops. Mom will come around, I promise."
"Yeah? Can you guarantee that?"
"Yeah, knowing mom? I definitely can."
Later that night, Tony and Elly had a peaceful, intimate dinner. As much as Elly wanted to go see Peter, she knew her dad needed her company now more than ever. She needed it too. The father and daughter shared many laughs, ending their night playing on their virtual reality gaming consoles in their living room and forgetting the pain they were sharing. After the system was turned off, they sat without speaking to each other and allowed tension to fill the room. "Can I ask you something?" Asked Elly. Her voice was calm and confident despite the nerves that filled her stomach.
"Of course, honey. What's up?" Tony felt anxious too. He loved spending time with his daughter, but the way she spoke was a very avid reminder of her mother. Pepper always sounded threatening when she opened conversation with such a vague question.
"Let's have honesty hour." She declared. "You said you and mom were on a break. I-is it in any way my fault?" The question left Tony stunned.
"Of course not, Elly. It's mine and I know it is. Your mother and I are working on our own problems, or rather my problems. She just wants us to be a normal family." He was rambling, unsure of how to speak his truth.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"I want it too. That's why we were a family up until now."
"We are a family, dad. We're just in a rough patch."
"That's...that's not how your mom feels right now. She thinks I can't be dad and Iron Man too."
"You've been doing it for the last eight years, and we've been fine."
"Tell your mom that." He muttered, feeling defeated. How his seventeen year-old daughter was giving him such a mature, stern talking to was beyond him. "But enough about that, it's my turn to parent you. How are you and Parker?"
"We're really good, actually. He thanked me for the suit; he called every night that he could while you guys were in Germany."
"I had a talk with him on the way back home." Elly looked at him, slightly mortified. "Nothing bad, honey. You seem…happier since you two started dating. I told him not to blow it—I don't know what I would do if your heart got broken again." Too late for that, Elly thought to herself. She stayed quiet, thinking of how Peter and her dad were the only salvation she had in her current state. She was still hurting from the absence of her mom and late best friend, learning that her pseudo-family was falling apart, and the newly revealed information of her godfather and dad's best friend Rhodey being paralyzed from the waist down. Over the course of dinner, Tony had told her of Colonel Rhodes' injuries, and that was her breaking point. It felt as if her world was crumbling very slowly.
"I-I'm trying really hard, dad. To not be upset over everything that's going on but, I-I miss mom and I feel like she's not here because of me. And Uncle Steve...he's like family, or was. We all considered him to be family, and he chose Bucky over us. And Uncle Rhodey's crippled because of it. It's so much." Elly was doing her best to hold back sobs, the words falling from her tongue allowed her to acknowledge the situation as reality. As much as it hurt, she needed to prove she was strong to her father.
"I know, kid, life kind of sucks right now. But you will always have me and your mom to turn to, even if she isn't here. She also didn't leave because of you," Tony reiterated, choosing his next words carefully. "If anything, she left for you, if that makes sense."
"Not at all." Elly gave an awkward chuckle to emphasize her confusion.
"Your mom doesn't want you to see her in a vulnerable state right now. Even though she's one of the strongest women I know, I mean she deals with me, after all." The Starks shared boisterous laughter, knowing that Tony spoke only the truth.
"Dad...do you love mom?" Elly knew she was treading into murky waters, but by declaration of honest hour, she hoped her dad would answer.
"Hell yeah I do." He responded without a moments hesitation.
"So how come you two never got married?"
"It just never seemed like the right time. I was planning on proposing when Rhodey and I got back from Washington that one year, and it almost felt...wrong. I wanted to make sure that you two were safe before officially announcing that the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark was married."
"And you just kept waiting for the right moment..." Elly figured. Tony nodded in agreement, pursing his lips in discomfort. It felt strange, talking to his seventeen year-old daughter about his feelings. It also made him feel lighter. "The right moment never comes, dad. You have to make it the right moment."
"Gross, when did you get wise? How many romantic novels have you been reading?" He joked.
"You and your stupid deflections, pops!" Tony just laughed before patting his child on her shoulder. As the laughter died down, he took a turn to look at Elly fully. There was no more lighthearted laughter on his face.
"So now let me ask you, do you love Parker?" Unintentionally, her eyes widened and her jaw slackened, trying to put up some form of protest. Words never came out and it was then Tony had his answer. He wanted her to say it—to fully admit to someone else than just herself to prove a point.
"I-I do." She whispered.
"I know you do. But it doesn't become real until you say it out loud. Just like how I love your mom." He repeated, furthering driving his point home. A barely noticeable smirk twitched on his lips, satisfied with his parenting done for the day. "Let's get some sleep, kiddo. I gotta go check on Rhodey tomorrow, but sometime this week, let's work on your suit?"
"Sounds good. Good night, I love you. And tell Uncle Rhodey I say hi."
"Night, honey. Love you too."
Tony was gone the next morning, probably off to see Rhodey. That meant she had the day off again, but the time she spent with her dad inspired her to be productive. She didn't have much left to do on her suit and she wanted to finish as much as she could so they could test it out together. After making herself her morning iced coffee, she headed up to the empty lab. Elly got to work with renewed vigor, finishing her chest plate in under an hour. "Ms. Stark, incoming call from Spider-Boy." A.A.R.O.N announced.
"Put it throught." Peter's face popped up on her lab screen, bright sunlight illuminating his features while her hands were still keeping busy.
"Hey, Elly! I had May drop me off today. Are you up in the lab?" From what she could tell, he was walking into the tower, his backpack slung over his shoulders as always.
"Yeah, I'm up here. But you know there's no internship today, right? It's just me here."
"Oh, y-yeah. I know, I figured that was okay but I guess I should have asked you if I could come over first." Peter stopped in his tracks as he entered the lobby of the compound, the excitement he once had diminishing. Elly could see his crestfallen features, immediately filling her with guilt.
"N-no, that's not what I meant! I-I just didn't want you to expect to have training with Nat or something. But come on up, I have a surprise for you." The line went dead, leaving Peter to his solidarity as he made his way up to the lab. He'd come to know that surprises from Elly were typically a good thing, and anxiety no longer came to him when she said she had one for him. When he exited the elevator, he was presented with an Iron Man suit that was dark blue and gold.
"W-what is this?" Peter asked with half a laugh in amazement.
"A little project I've been working on while you've been away. What do you think?" Elly walked towards him, the clinking of her jet boots resonating in the empty lab. The incomplete helmet covering her head retracted, and Peter was finally presented with the face of the girl he had been missing.
"That is amazing!" He exclaimed as Elly grabbed her wrist to retract her suit. His arms wrapped around his girlfriend who was left in only a long tank top that covered the shorts she was wearing underneath. "I missed you so much." Said Peter before pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.
"I missed you too. Now you have got to show me the video diary from your trip!" The two laughed, each taking a seat at her workspace and began watching his little home movie on her mini projector screen. They spent the rest of the day together; Peter helped her engineer the rest of her helmet, grabbed a bunch of snacks throughout their time together and filled their night with love and laughter. Day eventually gave way to night and the two ended their evening sitting on the roof of the Tower, looking at the twinkling lights of the city. "Peter? Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, of course, Elly." He said with confidence. Similar to her saying she had a surprise, her saying she had a question to start a conversation no longer filled his gut with anxiety.
"What are we going to do when I start college?"
"W-what do you mean?" He had spoken too soon. While he knew this talk was bound to happen, he hadn't expected it to be so soon. They'd been together for less than a month and he'd just gotten back from Germany—he thought he had at least until the end of the summer.
"I mean, you're sixteen and going to be a sophomore in high school and I'm going to be eighteen in less than two months and a freshman in college. A-and I wouldn't ever want to keep our relationship a secret because that's not fair to you but if someone were to find out that Tony Stark's daughter was dating someone that wasn't the legal age of consent, who knows what could happen and—" Somewhere in the last couple of months they had spent together, Elly had adopted Peter's habit for rambling when nervous, as she was doing now. But he cut her off, instantly recognizing what she was doing.
"Let's just...cross that bridge when we get there? I don't want to think about that right now." Elly closed her mouth tightly, but ultimately agreed in the form of a nod. He was right; they still had time and they should enjoy it. Little did she know, the inevitable end never left Peter's mind.
Author Note: Hiyo~ This story has already been posted to my Tumblr, Tom-Hollandaze but I figured I would share this here.