A/N: Thank you again for all the reviews! I love reading them :) . This is a short little update because I had a little bit of a trouble with writing it. Reality always gets in the way. Anyway, enjoy...[In Tony's POV]

"Jarvis, time?" he mumbled as he stepped down from the pedestal.

He stretched his hand as he waited for the AI to respond and winced at the emerging pain. He briefly gazed at the gash at his right arm before he decided plainly to deal with it later.

"It is currently 3:45am sir. Would you like the results of your after-mission medical check?"

"Is it bad?"

"Moderate."

"Summarize it please, I'm tired," he murmured as he pushed the glass door open.

"Your left gastrocnemius has been moderately strained, there is a two inch gash on your right arm that requires approximately five stitches and there are several impending bruises revolved around your right chest and back."

"Well...That sounds promising. What's the approximate days required for recuperation?"

"Two weeks."

"Hmm..." he grunted briefly, "Just in time for Christmas."

"Shall I ready Dummy to perform the stitching?"

"No," he shook his head blankly as he made his way up the steps. "I'll have Pepper do it. Dummy can be a bit eccentric sometimes."

"In his defence, sir, he is a robot and therefore not equipped with delicate touch."

"Oh I know that too well especially with his happy trigger fire extinguishing abilities," he murmured as he paused outside Jared's door.

"Young Mr Stark isn't in his room, sir."

"Where is Jared?" he asked, suddenly alarmed at the AI's response.

"He has taken up residence on your side of the bed that you share with Mrs Stark."

The smile curled at his lips as he glanced down the hallway toward their room door. He should have known.

He pushed the door open slowly and winced at the creaking sound of the door joints. He made a mental note to deal with that later but he paused when his eyes gazed over them.

She was lying on her side, her face barely visible under the moonlight as she slept oblivious to the world around her. He didn't think anyone could get any more beautiful than her. She had become the Queen in his world and in many ways than one, she had become his heart. She had taken his soul and swept it away in her clutches and all he could do was soar in that endearing feeling of belonging.

It was strange to him, surreal even to this day to feel that he deserved this. He had done nothing in the past but hurt her multitudes of times that he couldn't even possibly count. And all the while he was oblivious to it. But somehow and strangely enough, something changed when he became Ironman. Something inside of him woke up and then he knew. He realized what he had been missing all along and he often wondered how something as perfect and wonderful as her could ever have slip past him.

His eyes drifted to the little body beside her. The little boy that had become his pride and joy in every way shape and form. His blue eyes and sandy brown hair resembled them perfectly. It was almost as if he had taken the better ends of each of them to become something so perfect. Something so genuinely unique and better than any of his inventions and discoveries.

Seven years ago, if anybody had told him he would have this today he would have probably laughed at them and said 'yeah right'. He would probably have also dismissed it and termed it something he would never do in his life. But now as he stood here in the moonlight looking over his family he couldn't see how he could have wanted to miss any of this. He couldn't understand why a part of him never wanted this because right now, here, this was all he wanted.

This was all that he ever wanted.

And it didn't matter that seven years ago he was a drunk, a CEO and a helpless sleep around. It didn't matter that he almost died three times because of his plain old stupidity. It didn't matter that he wanted to give her strawberries even though she was allergic to them.

It didn't matter that he stood there battered and bruised watching over them like the moon. It didn't matter that when he wore the suit, he was Ironman, destructor and most well equipped weapon of mass destruction. It didn't matter that he had rockets strapped to his body or that his entire armour was made of titanium and alloy. It didn't matter that he was part of SHIELD or that he secretly worked for the Avengers and took orders from Commander Fury.

None of it mattered.

Only here right now, they mattered.