A/N: I've been very slack when it comes to updating this and I apologize. In all honesty like I've been saying a few chapters ago already, I'm starting to lose the inspiration for this story. I will try and finish it by the end of this year. Thanks to everyone so far who have stuck around and enjoyed every chapter! I will update soon!

"Jarvis," Jared called absentmindedly as he kicked the blankets from his body.

"How may I be of assistance, young Mr Stark?" Jarvis' calm tone sounded through his room.

"How long has it been?" he asked, knowing full and well that Jarvis knew exactly what he was referring to.

"12 hours, 28 minutes, 46 seconds," Jarvis replied.

"Where's my daddy and mummy?" he asked curiously as he stepped off his bed.

"Your father is in the bio-tech science lab room 24 on level 46 with Dr Bruce Banner. He checked on you earlier but did not wish to wake you. Your mother is nursing young Miss Stark and is currently not contactable. Young Miss Stark seems to be making it very difficult for your mother to bathe her."

"Does she need help?" he asked even though he really didn't want to speak to his mother just yet. He still hasn't forgiven anyone but he wasn't mad either. He just wanted to be left alone and he was glad that his mummy and daddy was giving him his space for a while.

"She seems to have it under control but if she should require assistance I will let you know," Jarvis told him.

He sighed and nodded. He pushed the door open and was startled to find Ella sitting on the floor leaning against the wall opposite his door. Her elbows were on her knees and her head currently resided on her fisted hands. She smiled when she caught his eyes and despite everything that had happened yesterday he was quite pleased to see her. It didn't really change their friendship all that much now when he thought about it.

She lied about her mother but she didn't about her father and that sort of gave her the one up on everyone else. She trusted him enough to tell him who her father was and that meant something to him.

"Good morning," he greeted softly.

"Morning," she replied as she stood. "My mummy told me what happened, are you okay?"

"I'll be okay," he told her.

"I was afraid you might not want to speak to me…because I lied."

"I never asked you about your mummy so you didn't really lie," he said as together they walked down the hall.

"It was really difficult you know," she started as he gathered two cups from the cupboard. "Mummy told me I gave it away when I apologized to her when we got caught climbing the vents."

He smirked and said, "You never say sorry to anyone other than her."

"Daddy says it's just because you're a gen-iu.. ge-niss..ahk! A really smart boy," she said finally and blushed a little.

"My daddy's smart so maybe that's why I'm smart too, just like your daddy is really good with his arrows and you're really good at throwing things at my head," he laughed.

She laughed for a moment before she halted and listened intently. "I think you're mummy is coming."

"I don't really want to talk to her just yet."

"You should," she told him simply, "They're all worried about you."

"I know…" he sighed.

She raised a brow at him and glanced upward for a moment before she looked back at him again, "Well, the vents? I've got a cool new place I found to show you."

He beamed a grin.