[[meme]] (lets be real you should have seen this coming)
He had been so proud of who she’d become. A long way from that troubled teen with never ending pockets. A beautiful young woman that, like her mother; and strong willed like her father. Mira had found love, had found her place in life and had proven herself when she took an interest in the business aspect of things. When she held him together while they tried to bring EJ back home.
EJ. He’d had him back for maybe a few hours before he’d lost him again.
But they would be safe; Mel, Mira, EJ, and his newest little princess. The one who would likely not even remember her father.
Tony had tried to be a good dad, had loved his children with everything he had-- which is why it had to be this way. Otherwise his children might not get a chance to live their best life.
She was sleeping in one of his old MIT shirts. Stretched and faded and thin from being washed a million and six times. His body not long laid to rest and all in attendence had finally left the house. Tony stood vigil by her beside, she’d never know it, but he was there.
“Hey, baby girl.” A teary smile (as if fucking ghosts could cry), and hands went into pockets. “I bet you’re mad, huh? Old man fucked everything up again,” he laughed, a broken sound in his throat and he was glad she couldn’t witness that. “I-- I hope you had a good life, despite everything. I know I made it hard on you sometimes. I also hope you know just how much I love you-- how much I miss you already. But you’ll be okay, yeah? You’re so strong, Mira, and even if you’re mad now, you’ll be okay-- please be okay.” His hand came up to wipe away the mess of tears on his cheeks and Tony shook his head. “Look at me, clamoring on like you’ll actually hear any of this.”
But he had to say goodbye, to each of them. Had to part on his terms after making sure they were all safe, trusting that they’d be able to maybe not move on-- but live on and remember.
He reached out to tuck dark hair behind her ear, frowning when fingers passed right on through the thick tendrils. Somehow, he had hoped it would have worked. It didn’t stop him from bending to press lips on the top of her head. Feeling nothing but gentle pressure and cold air.
It is the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen. There is blood and-- stuff and he’s pretty sure Pepper broke at least three bones in his hand in the thick of it. But when they place that bundle on her chest. Still looking covered in what was definitely not snot, she was the most beautiful thing Tony ever laid eyes on. Dark hair peeking out and the tiniest nose and just moments prior had been screaming her little lungs out. Completely healthy, all Six pounds eight ounces.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over Pepper’s dampened brow. A few stray tears slipping down his cheeks and into her hair and they’d done it. They’d brought new life-- new hope, into this mess of a world. A quiet world. A world that he had been extremely lucky to still be in, with his girls none the less.
“Look at that,” he commented softly, finger sweeping under tiny fingers and his smile wide when their little one twitched her fingers around his. “We did good-- You. Did good.” He kissed her head again and managed to sit halfway on the bed. “And I love you so damn much.”
He is all laughs, hovering over her, leaving sweet teasing kisses to her lips and and a few on the tip of her nose for good measure. He’s got two entire weeks with her before she’s back to London, thanks to his mother’s insisting that, yes, her help was needed for that long. Tony was better with Melanie here, had been ever since her first trip overseas. A casual affair turned-- well, Tony refused to put a name on it, refused to acknowledge the butterflies in his stomach when he would go pick her up from the tarmac. Because Tony always insisted she fly privately and always insisted he be the one to get her.
So he’s laughing when he peppers her face with kisses. Hovering over her on the couch in Howard’s workshop and it isn’t long before there is a attention getting cough coming from behind them. He’s supposed to be re-configuring security codes, not canoodling British Intelligence’s best.
“Working hard, son?” Howard is far from amused, his tone clipped.
“Funny. I was just asking Miss Wallace here for her opinion of that old man cologne you gave me for my birthday. A month early, by the way.” Tony stood, giving Mel a wink before prying himself off the couch and stealing the cold coffee cup from his desk. Wasn’t as if he was drinking it anyway. “She agrees, by the way, totally old man smell.”
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The urgency in his voice entices Pepper to be more flirtatious, acting on devious intent, fully knowing that the consequences for teasing a man beyond what he can endure will ultimately get her in trouble when behind closed doors. Or in their case, the soundproof, childproof, master bedroom. She’s prepared to face punishment, however, for it hardly concerns her.
Reacquainted with his hand, fingers intertwining, she uses the contact to her advantage, reeling herself within that close proximity once again. Breath fanned across the area of skin her mouth is nearest to, the conjunction of neck and jaw bone, where the tiniest prickling sensation graces red lips in an effort to kiss. “But I’ve just decided that I’m thirsty…” voice indicates nothing of the sort, neither does the woman’s body language, she’s entirely hydrated. “If I can’t have a cup of coffee… then I suppose I’ll have to swallow something else…” sultry words do not hide the transparent sexual implication that, that was.
“Can you behave long enough? I’ll put our son to bed, but I can’t promise it will be quick.”
His fingers tighten on hers; that breath across his neck, that fucking tease in her voice. No. No. Tony probably won’t be able to behave long enough and he is so very glad the car can drive itself home because he has a strong feeling that Pepper is going to distract him on the way. If she’s thirsty, who is he to deny her any thing, let alone that.
“Discovery channel,” Tony laughs lightly, “May not put him to sleep but it’ll sure as hell keep him entertained. Baby monitors exist for a reason and honestly, you can’t get any better than ours. He so much as sniffles and we will know.” He honestly hoped Nat had worn him out though, took him to the beach or the park or something...
“Or-- hear me out,” he paused, turning to face her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “We do this the old fashioned way and we take a quick drive upstate. Big empty cabin... just the two of us. See if Nat can stay the niht and we will be home by morning.”
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