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STARK, ALLISON.

❝ IT’S NOT gonna be funny when I’m forty, then it’s just gonna be true. And sad. ❞ She could keep talking about a stupid balloon for hours if it meant not talking about her current state. Anything to avoid talking about how scared she was. About how terrified she was to face the word outside her hospital room. She wasn’t sure she would be able to hold it together and she wouldn’t be able to blame it all on the pain killers. And she knew she couldn’t lie to her dad. So if she could just keep talking about the comedic effect of a balloon for a little while longer, that would be ideal.

She takes a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed. Carefully choosing her words, keeping her composure as best as she can. ❝ Like I was crushed by a bookcase and broke both my legs, ❞ she says with a cheeky smile. She sticks to the facts, avoiding her actual feelings. ❝ So not great, but you know….alive. So. Okay. Considering the circumstances. ❞ She shrugs. ❝ It could’ve been a lot worse. ❞ It definitely would have, if Jasper hadn’t pulled her out of that library.

It’s the classic Stark defense mechanism: stating solid facts with enough words so it seems like you’re sharing, when in truth they didn’t say much at all. Emotions cannot be described with facts; they’re immeasurable, grey, and often difficult to perceive. He hoped this trait would’ve stopped with him, and yet here Allison is, defective and sarcastic.

❝ When I first began as Iron Man, ❞ Tony begins, deciding to be honest with her. ❝ I never thought it would’ve been that hard. The repercussions -- I thought I would’ve been fine, because I was helping people, saving the planet. But, I made mistakes. We all did.❞ He doesn’t feel the need to go into the history of The Avengers. She’s aware, as is the entire world. ❝ I never talked to anyone about it: the PTSD, anxiety attacks... all of that shazam. Of course, your mother was supportive as ever, but, well, you get from me, right? I was scared, absolutely terrified. But, the second I started talking to her about how I felt, it got better. ❞ Tony reaches out to hold her hand, giving it a light squeeze. ❝ What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to be scared. I wish I’d done it earlier, and you don’t have to put on a brave face all the time. You’ve been through a lot, and I know you take after me in this aspect, more than Dora and Hugo. It doesn’t have to be me, but I do hope you’ve got someone to talk to. ❞

#{ 001: allison stark }#allivstark

Texts || Cassie & Tony

Cassie: I have a question that is pretty embarrassing but I have tried thinking of every other solution to no avail.

Cassie: Shockingly, I'm not as smart as the great Hank Pym and cannot get my clothes or literally anything to grow with me.

Cassie: So I can get up to a solid 10 feet before my clothes start...protesting. A lot. Uncle Tony I wore a 3XL pair of mens sweatpants and they still ripped I can't win.

Cassie: I'm not even going to bother describing what shrinking ends with.

Cassie: Do you have any sort of old suit from my dad or Hank or Jan? Anything that will let me grow without it becoming a battle of the threads.

[5 minutes pass]

Cassie: OKAY FINE I also may/may not have been working on a new offensive piece for a new hero concept I'm playing with and a suit would definitely help with that too.

Cassie: Wanna see? 'Cause the prototype of my gauntlets works~~

TONY: Hi Cassie, I'm doing good. Thanks for asking. A large black coffee will be great.

TONY: On a serious note, the academy was under attack, and you're working on making yourself better.

TONY: Can you see why I'd have reservations with this?

TONY: I'd be more than happy to help you overcome your nudity issues, but I hope you can understand why I might have reservations.

TONY: Fantastic that your prototype is a success, congratulations. I'd love to check them out.

#{ 002: cassie lang }

HARKNESS, JASPER.

jasper flinched, but his gaze didn’t break from tony’s. he didn’t want to know how the older man had found out he really shouldn’t have been at paragon, but he didn’t want to find out. still refusing to sit but more obviously compliant now, the australian stared straight ahead. “what d’ya want, mate?” he asked, sceptical of tony now, wary, a little afraid. it was here that it was obvious that jasper was used to being the scapegoat – he was back home, after all. “has somethin’ happened? because i haven’t touched any of y’ shit.”

There’s an exasperated, totally dramatic roll of the eyes at the utter absurdity of the boy’s words. As if Tony would be the one to deal with matters like this. As if he was suited for it. If Jasper had stolen something of his, which Tony thinks even in a hypothetical situation to be impossible, the boy would be in Steve Roger’s office, or Clark Kent’s, hell, he’d even hand it over to Clint.

This is something entirely different, and Tony decides it’s enough of the games, testing the other’s character. So far, he feels like seeing a teenage version of himself -- an Australian, scruffier, less good looking version. ❝ Suit yourself, but as you can see, I like the sound of my own voice. It’s soothing. So, feel free to sit at any point, I won’t judge.❞ Tony clears his throat before he starts again; this time, he’s sincere, grateful, humble.

❝ You saved my daughter’s life. Allison. There’s no situation where I repay you and we’re even. Nothing in the world can amount to what you did for her and our family. By virtue of that, Jasper, I am forever in your scruffy, little Australian debt. ❞ A pause, but not long enough for Jasper to interrupt. ❝ So, I looked in your file. Your real one. And, feel free to turn me down, if you want a blank cheque I can give you that, but you’re at a place with the best resources, resources money can’t buy. What I’m trying to say is... I wanna give you a chance, kid. Whatever your dream is I want to help you achieve that. ❞

#aussiereturning #{ 001: jasper harkness }

STARK, REBECCA.

Becca hardly recognized the man wearing the “HELLO MY NAMES IS: DAD” tag. Part of her wondered if it was a joke. Like, haha, let’s convince the amnesiac this stranger is her father. It’ll be hilarious. But as her got closer, she saw he had the same eyes as the girl from earlier. Her sister, she reminded herself. Her father and her sister had the same eyes.

“Thanks, dad,” she said, forcing a smile. It didn’t hurt as much as, say, laughing, but it felt foreign, like maybe she didn’t do it as often as she had been.

Or maybe she’d just had less to smile about lately.

“Wherever is fine,” she said, in regards to the painting. “I can’t… I can’t exactly see it all that well, anyway.”

Dad. It almost makes him nervous hearing Rebecca say it in a tone without the undertones of resentment. The fact that a smile accompanied it further proves that there are some pieces missing from his little girl.

❝ You want me to stick it on the ceiling? ❞ He asks, using it as an excuse to move to stand beside her bed. ❝ I’ll get someone to stick it on the ceiling. There; curating’s simple, no idea why your mother spends so long on it. ❞

He places the painting down on the seats next to him, and returns his gaze to Rebecca. His heart sinks at how much pain she must be in, how confused she must be. ❝ Are you okay to talk, sweetheart? Can you tell me what you remember ? ❞

#therecklessstark #{ 001: rebecca stark }

HARKNESS, JASPER.

jasper hadn’t really wanted to turn up today, if he was honest, and he was sure this wasn’t going to end well for him. so with whatever farmhand clothes he could find and the lingering scent of a cigarette, the australian had gone to see tony stark. that was a fuckin’ joke of its own, really. jasper hadn’t even gotten a word out and by the time tony had finished talking, he was already exhausted. “shit, allison must get it from you, aye?” he asked, pointedly not taking a seat. he was ready to run, should the need arise. “take a breath, mate. give y’ jaw a break, fuck.”

❝ Believe it or not, Mr. Harkness, my jaw is none of your concern. ❞ Tony says sternly, a cut-the-bullshit gaze boring into the younger man. He can already feel a headache probing his temples. The file is dropped on his desk, but Tony’s gaze doesn’t move from Jasper’s. ❝ If you really think you can make a runner, then that really does explain why you didn’t finish high school -- doesn’t it, Jasper ? ❞ Tony softens his expression ever so slightly, and points towards the file. ❝ I’m not here to reprimand you for this, so why don’t you take a seat. ❞

#aussiereturning #{ 001: jasper harkness }

DANE-SUMMERS, NOAH.

Noah drank from the bottle quickly– thankfully not choking on it. The water was a blessed thing to his dry throat and mouth. A smile crossed his lips at the praise. He wasn’t after it, as he hadn’t done what he did for recognition.

“You saw me?” he asked. “I’ve never been able to do that before.” It was likely pure adrenaline that had forced him to keep going for so long. Noah smiled a sheepish smile. He knew he had been close. He had been extremely close to being crushed, had Steve Rogers not carried him out. Passing out during his concussion had been dangerous too. “A little bit. Do you know how long they’re keeping me?”

❝ I did, and it was impressive. You saved a lot of lives, but you’re lucky you survived. I don’t want you doing that again until you’ve thoroughly trained yourself, understand ? ❞ There’s pride in his voice, but Tony hopes Noah understands his utmost concern lies with Noah’s well-being.

Tony has always been careful when complimenting the students regarding whatever superpower or talent they may utilize for the better good. He is a role model to many, and he’d accepted that a long time ago, but he doesn’t want his compliments to result in them sacrificing themselves. That isn’t their job. Yet.

❝ No idea, kid. They’re vague with these things, but I don’t want to see you or your long and luscious locks floating around these hallways until you’ve fully recovered.❞ Tony leans in to steal a skittle, before throwing one in his mouth. ❝ How are you feeling, though, Noah ? ❞

#metallicss #{ 001: noah dane summers }

STARK, ALLISON.

ALLI CAN’T be more relieved to see her father in her room. Up until this moment, she’s been putting up a brave face. For her sisters, her friends, but mostly for herself. She’s not ready to accept everything that happened, not yet. And although she would never admit it out loud, she’s terrified. She has no idea what she’ll find once she leaves the hospital ( whenever that is ), and she’s so close to cracking. The tension and anxiety had been building up, but she ( as always ), keeps a tight lid on it. When Tony walks in, she can finally breathe.

❝ I remember that balloon wasn’t really funny when I was sixteen, ❞ she deadpans, trying to contain all the anxiety that’s been building up since she woke up. ❝ And it’s still not that funny at twenty-five. ❞ Maybe a little funny, but she won’t admit that. ❝ Hey, dad. ❞ She cracks a sad little smile. She’s missed her dad more than she’s willing to say out loud, because she’s Allison Fucking Stark, and she doesn’t miss people. She’s not a sentimental person. But right now, all she wants is to be a little girl again and cry into her dad’s arms.

❝ Hey, ❞ he points a jocular finger at his daughter. ❝ It was funny when you were sixteen. It’s funny now, and it will be funny when you’re forty, and old, and wrinkly. ❞ Whether it’s funny or not isn’t what Tony really wants to talk about, though. Allison, despite being the middle child, had unintentionally always acted like the eldest, and with that came pressure she hadn’t asked for. One of Tony’s main priorities has been to relieve her of that, and he can’t imagine how much she’s been bottling up since the incident, which is why he asked one of the nurses to take Dora out of the room.

In her small curve of the lips, Tony can read just about everything, and it breaks his heart to see her like this. ❝ Hey, angel. ❞ He says quietly, and carefully kisses her forehead before taking a seat on the side of her bed. ❝ How are you feeling ? ❞ Tony asks whilst tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He stopped asking the question ‘ Are you okay ? ’ after realising how easy it was to say ‘yes’. He knows she’s scared, upset, angry perhaps, but he’s always thought it important for that to come from them.

#allivstark #{ 001: allison stark }

@aussiereturning

❝ Mr. Harkness !❞ Tony has his back turned, hands flying away as he inspects an intricate detail of a blueprint. Dissatisfied, in one smooth action, he makes the touch screens disappear from his view. ❝ Take a seat, whatever one you want.❞ He swings in his chair and finally faces Jasper, the boy who saved his daughter’s life. Definitely a Harkness. ❝ Oh, and Friday, find that file I was talking to you about. The certificate, yep.❞ He takes off his headset, and crosses his arms as he slowly rubs his chin. ❝ What is your teeth situation like, Mr. Harkness ? Have you got them back, or ? I mean, what, with your incredibly strong accent, if there is a situation with them...❞ He circles his index finger towards his mouth. ❝ ...then, we might have a little bit of a communication problem. And, well, you see, this is a very important conversation. ❞

#aussiereturning

LANG, CASSIE.

She hadn’t seen Tony. If she had, perhaps she would have held it together. Maybe. Now, the floodgates had opened. As soon as the girl registered it was Tony, she reacted by throwing her arms around him, half in a fierce hug and half clinging onto one of the only adults Cassie had left in her life. Truly, when taking a tally, Tony was the consistent adult in Cassie’s life. He didn’t die, he didn’t marry a cop that hated heroes, he didn’t go to jail, he didn’t try to change her. Tony had earned the “Uncle” title to the girl long before Cassie understood what earning something really meant.

Slowly but surely, she contained her sobs. Slowly, she was coherent again and began to breathe more steadily. After a couple minutes and right after a comedic snot suck in, Cassie spoke, “You need more tweed jackets. Get that whole Professor vibe going for real,” her voice was low and cracked after the crying, but she smiled ever-so-slightly, still holding on to the hug. Her voice broke a little more as she went on, “Please don’t die, Uncle Tony. I know that’s stupidly vague and clearly from my experiences something you can’t really decide… but please,” she didn’t look up at him, but straight ahead at the memorial they sat in front of, biting the side of her cheek so she didn’t start bawling again.

Tony continued to pat her back as an attempt of reassurance as she sobbed into him. He thought of Scott, and hoped he was doing good enough in his absence. Then, he thought of Betty, and how unfair it was that they were together. Two massively important figures had left Cassie’s life, and he wasn’t sure if he could fill half the void. Or if that’s what she would even want. But he will try his damn hardest.

❝ Tweed jackets ? Tweed jackets ?!❞ His face twists into a scowl of mock offence. ❝ Cassie, if Professor Egghead Xavier isn’t even wearing tweed jackets, then I, most certainly, am far too young to be wearing tweed jackets.❞ Cassie seems to have lightened up, despite only a mere fraction, so Tony finally places the flowers with the rest of them, and reaches up to wipe Cassie’s tears with his thumb.

❝ Kid, ❞ his warm gaze is fixed on Cassie, making sure there’s only signs of grief, ❝ Do you really think I’m gonna die before I get to tell your grandchildren what a nightmare you were ? ❞ He says lightheartedly, before correcting himself, ❝ Are.❞ Tony turns to face the memorial, a hand still rubbing the side of her arm. ❝ Don’t hold back, kiddo. It’s okay. ❞

#stinglikeastinger #{ 001: cassie lang }#//You're killing me !

STARK, REBECCA.

Memories had slowly come back to Becca. Or, maybe not memories, but knowledge. She was Rebecca Stark. She was an artist. She taught art to elementary schoolers. She didn’t remember any of her students names, or anything she’d ever drawn, but she knew those things.

She hadn’t looked in a mirror the whole time she had been here. She didn’t know if she would recognize herself as she did.

The nurse’s were transferring her. They kept buzzing about it. Moving her away from the death smell that filled her current room to someplace where her family was. They just needed to get the go ahead from her doctor that she could move without re-puncturing a lung. Once it was all good, they strapped her down and pushed her away. All she saw was the tile ceiling and fluorescent lights as they wheeled her to a calmer area of the hospital.

The doctors and nurses continued to brief him on the states of his children. Unfortunately, the one he feared for the most was Rebecca. Their relationship, although much improved from what it used to be, was still fragile. And so, when informed about her memory loss, Tony was thrown into a state of panic.

How the fuck was he supposed to handle this situation? Was it bad of him to slightly hope she’d forgotten her animosity towards him?

A label is stuck on the lapel of his suit reading: ‘HELLO MY NAME IS: DAD’. Tony’s face ticked in a way that hadn’t for a long time, and he entered the room holding a large canvas that her students had painted for her. ❝ I mean, really, I don’t think I could’ve made it any more obvious... ❞ He says carefully, lips spreading into a soft smile.❝ This,❞ he gestures to the canvas, ❝ is from your students. Where do you want me to put it ? ❞

#therecklesstark #{ 001: rebecca stark }

POTTS-STARK, PEPPER.

As horrible as it was, Pepper was used to messages concerning the near death or hospitalisation of Tony Stark. So long ago it had been because of alcohol poisoning due to his party days then, Afghanistan then it was the Iron Man. The messages, the news stories, they caused her heart to drop, nausea to take over, blood running cold and her brain to muddle. What she wasn’t used to however was being notified about her children being hospitalised, so when the panic hit it was harder than ever before. During the 24 hour flight Pepper and Tony had called one another back and forth as much as possible, Stark tech aiding greatly in keeping their calls from dropping too much. Phone calls weren’t the same however, and they most certainly did not make up for her kids. So as the helicopter dropped down onto the roof of the Hospital Pepper was already halfway out hanging up their most recently phone call. “Tony!” Her voice rang out over the slowing sounds of the helicopter blades, throwing herself into his arms. She needed this, they both needed this. “I missed you.” Pepper added quietly her skin buzzing with worry even if the assurance of no death, there was still so much up in the air at the moment.

@starrrrkz

As a man of science, Tony is an atheist through and through, and considers humanity to build their own future. Although he’s met Gods, worked with Gods, formed friendships with Gods, he forms views based on evidence, and good enough evidence becomes fact.

For example, he is aware there are beings from various dimensions that have the power to manipulate energy in ways human’s current knowledge of science cannot explain. Respectfully, however, in no way does he worship them. He’s only believed in one thing wholly in his entire life: his family.

And yet -- as he watches the helicopter enter his sight, not making it’s way over fast enough, his paranoia forces visions of tragedy in his mind where Pepper doesn’t make it -- Tony wrings his hands in front of him, begging whatever thing that may be listening to allow him to hold his wife again.

Her voice breaks him out from his silent prayer, and Tony steps forward desperately to wrap his arms around her, his hands pressing her body into him, making sure she’s real. ❝ I love you,❞ he whispers, tenderly placing a kiss on her cheek. He instantly feels more at peace, more confident that their family will get through this.❝ God, I’m so glad you’re here, I love you so much.❞ Tonly pulls away slightly to look into Pepper’s eyes, cupping her jaw in his hands. ❝ Cheeseburger ?❞

#pepperceo #{ 001: pepper potts stark }

STARK, CALISTA.

Calista looked over at the door when she heard her fathers voice. “Dad!” She smiled as he came in, taking her coffee and smiling as he came closer. At his comment, she shook her head with a laugh. “Well… Everything is getting expensive now…” She said and leaned back a little bit. She had electrodes all over her head, the EEG still running as she had dropped the magic cube she’d been working on to drink her coffee. At his question, she paused, sighing as she shrugged. “I’m fine! Dad, you should be with Alli… she needs you and mom the most…” She sighed and looked at her coffee.

❝ Well, it’s a good thing your father’s a genius, your mother’s the fucking boss, built a billion dollar business, so you and your siblings could live a comfortable, happy life knowing you’re wealthier than the Waynes. ❞ Tony jokes sardonically, knowing no amount of money can fix the issues they had in their family. Unless he invests in a time-machine. ❝ Calista, ❞ he says sternly, ❝ I’ve seen Alli; her humours still in tact, apparently overheard saying she’s one year closer to death. I wanted to know how she’s doing, tell her how glad I am she’s alive, that her parents love her, and that she’s our world. ❞ He pauses, concerned gaze locked onto hers. ❝ Now, I’m not going to leave until I know how you’re doing, and you know how much your mother and I love you. You’re our world. ❞

#callieannestark #{ 001: calista stark }

van-dyne

#{ knight in iron armour : musing }#!!!!!!!#( also gwen haha )

LANG, CASSIE.

Cassie was straight-up exhausted. Every muscle in her body felt like it had been stretched to the limit. She had a few cuts that were bandaged up on her arms and hands, but those were healing fairly quickly as her wounds tended to do if she resisted stretching them out more by growing. Since she emerged from the table at the beginning of the attack, she’d been acting on instinct. Moved where she was needed, helping anyone that she saw, visiting the people she knew and loved that were waking up in a hospital, a feeling she knew way too well herself.

She wasn’t sure where she was headed, but before she could decide her eyes fell on a piece of crumbled wall, a few stuffed animals and flowers began piling near what was left of the school labs. Painted phrases stood out to her, and she stopped as she formed tunnel vision.

R.I.P BETTY ROSS NEVER FORGOTTEN PROFESSOR BETTY (FRIZZLE) ROSS

Cassie didn’t remember getting closer, or kneeling on the ground in front of the memorial. She didn’t remember literally shouting no to the world, but she did. Tears streamed down Cassie’s face as she sobbed. She sobbed because of Betty, a woman she knew briefly before her death and had (a bit unconsciously) started to cling to her presence in her life. It hadn’t been long, only a few weeks, but Cassie loved quickly and Betty was a connection to her previous life she desperately needed. Even a connection to her mother in a strange way, who didn’t even know Cassie was alive. Betty had nurtured Cassie’s interest in science, and Cassie couldn’t save her. Didn’t even know to save her, didn’t know anything until just now.

She knelt and cried, sobbed more accurately. She didn’t think of anyone around or how she looked as she wrapped her arms around her middle, doubled over with her forehead almost touching her knees. Her thoughts jumbled and her chest ached as the tiny blonde’s sobs shook her body. She’d never been good at dealing with death, especially not of someone she’d grown so attached to so quickly.

Tony had come to lay a bouquet of flowers himself. They weren’t the most extravagant, nor the biggest. They were simple, but meaningful. Just the way Betty liked things. Her favourite flowers were poppies, which evidently was common knowledge by how many were gathered by his feet. But he hadn’t known it at the beginning, when they were young and foolish. Reckless bravado had acted up, swearing he knew what poppies looked like, but had turned up to her door with a hundred red petunias ( he couldn’t remember the name, small and red with a bit of black in the middle, began with P... ) .

This time, when it matters the most, he has got it right. However, in true Tony fashion, he’s placed a single red petunia in the middle of a small bouquet. Reminiscing all of the memories he’s had with her, his grip tightens, and can’t bring himself to let it go.

In that moment, Tony finally hears Cassie. He’d been in a similar state last night, except within the confines of his own bathroom, crystal glass shattered across the floor with an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the table. He’d thought he’d shed all the tears inside him, but his eyes slightly well up as he looks at her for a couple of seconds.

❝ Cassie, sweetheart... Come here.❞ Tony finally moves and shifts over to Cassie, bending his knees to match her height as he wraps an arm around her small frame, patting her back gently. He’s still holding on to his flowers. ❝ There you go, let it all out. Wipe your snot if you need to, never much cared for this suit anyway.❞

#stinglikeastinger #{ 001: cassie lang }

@callieannestark

Tony stands by the doorway, one leg crossed over the other, as he looks at his phone screen displaying Callie’s recent text message. Furrowing his brows, there’s a light shake of the head as he puts his phone away. ❝ Sweetheart, I’m your father. Do you really expect me to not check up on you ?❞

❝ A coffee for you,❞ he places on the bedside table next to her, and takes sits down on a chair.❝ A coffee for me. As soon as you’re better, I expect you to pay me back. A large americano, not that cheap anymore. What, does Steve shit in this ?❞

Tony couldn’t care less about the price of the coffee. He needed to ramble about something to prolong what he really came to do. Callie’s tendency to blame herself for all the bad things that happened around her. A trait he undoubtedly passed on. He’d move mountains to be able to take the weight off her shoulders, but knew there wasn’t much he could say or do to help. ❝ How are you, Callie ?❞ He finally asks.

#callieannestark #{ 002: callista stark }

DANE-SUMMERS, NOAH.

A post-concussion haze was a confusing experience. Not to mention he was on various pain medications currently to help with the broken ribs. But he still felt a crushing exhaustion from over-using his powers. No amount of pain killers could give him the energy boost that would jump start him again.

Noah’s throat was dry– words were difficult to manage. He had been been unconscious for the past twenty-four hours after Steve had brought him out of the school. But a smile quirked at his lips and a tired laugh came from him. “Thanks,” Noah said, wincing a little as he tried to get up. Pain killers were beginning to wear off a bit and he was starting to feel his broken ribs. “Y– You got out okay? Is ev’ryone okay?”

❝ Ah ah, no-- don’t be stupid.❞ Tony says sternly with a firm gesture of the hand, indicating for Noah to remain lying down.

There are days Tony questions whether the academy is fulfilling it’s original purpose. But then, there are days when he sees kids like Noah, teaching them, and apparently inspiring them. If they can succeed in helping the next generation, at least by avoiding the mistakes they made, perhaps the title ‘hero’ wouldn’t be so heavy on their shoulders.

Tony stands from his seat, heavy feat carrying him over to Noah’s bedside as he opens a water bottle and hands it to the younger man.❝ I’m fine, Noah. But listen--❞ Tony gently places a hand on Noah’s shoulder.❝ I didn’t need to see you out there to know that you did good, kiddo. You did real good.❞ Tony offers a smile.❝ But you have to take care of yourself as well. You were close, you know that ? And you need a lot of rest. ❞ Truth be told, he didn’t expect to see Noah go to the extent that he did. He’s proud, but equally as worried.❝ Those pain killers, wearing off yet ? ❞

#metallicss #{ 001: noah dane summers }

Text Message || Papa

CALLIE: Coffee, always.

CALLIE: Did you already visited Alli? How is she? And Becca?

TONY: They're alive, and your mother is on her way. That's all that matters.

TONY: I'll be there in 5.

#callieannestark #{ 001: calista stark }

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