Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

God Is A Woman

Stassis POV
"Thanks for the ride." I said hopping out of the jeep.
I walked over to the drivers side and rested my chin in the palm of my hands as my elbow rested on the window.
"Anytime. Payment is one kiss." Stiles said shrugging his shoulders.
I laughed and leaned in attempting to give him a small kiss when he put his hand to the back of my head keeping me there.
"Okay okay enough!" Scott said. "Bad enough I have to hear about the details.."
I playfully slapped Stiles on the shoulder as he laughed.
"Hey after years of hearing yours I'm getting even." He said.

The front door was opened slightly and I saw my dad standing there.
"I should probably get inside." I said averting my eyes away from him.
"I'll call you later." Stiles said kissing my forehead.
"Me too." Scott said jokingly.
"Goodnight you two!" I said backing away from the jeep and walking up to the front steps.

"You know we're going to need to talk about this." My dad said as I approached.
Yeah. I know.
"Okay." I said walking in past him. He shut the door and I followed him.
We walked up stairs and down hallways to a part of the house I haven't been to yet because I knew better than to go to the west wing where my dads office and suits were.

We stood in front of a metal door with a key pad and my dad pressed his thumb to it and his eye to a circle scanner that scanned up and down his eye.
"Voice activated passcode required." A robotic voice said.
My dad cleared his throat,
"Anthony, Virginia, Newton, Annastassia, Horatio, Klaus, Kalel, Eleonora, Theodore, Theodora."
The metal doors unlocked and you could hear the air hiss as it depressurized. The doors split down the middle and went to either side.

We walked into his office and I looked around noisily.
There were pictures of my dad and mom and his diplomas and a bunch of other tangible accomplishments he had.
Iron Man suits lined the back of the office in a semi circle. All different models, all different usages, all made by the same man.
"Sit." He said.
I took a seat and was waiting for the disappointing lecture of how irresponsible and reckless I was. And what I could have done better.

"I want to know what was going through your head when you were in the woods." He said.
"I just wanted this to end. I didn't want people to keep getting hurt." I said truthfully.
"Did you have a plan of attack?"
"Yeah." I replied. "Attack."
He sighed and leaned up against his desk.
"That thing fucked with my head!" I said justifying my anger. "It fucked with my friends head too!"
"This is where you go wrong! You have to control this rage that's why you burnt out!" He said.

The air was tense and thick. I didn't know what to say next because nothing I could say would change his mind in how he sees what I've done. His minds made up.

"So that's why I'm going to give you this." He said opening up and glasses case.
It was a pair of glasses. Black rimmed and thick glass lenses. I took them out and examined them.
"I call it F.R.I.D.A.Y." My dad said. "Female Replacement Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth. Try em on." He said pushing himself off the desk and walking around to his chair in front of me.
I unfolded the glasses and placed them on my face.
"Nothings happening." I said.
"Ask." He said.
"Um, show me vitals." I said and the lenses started to pixelate.
I saw my blood pressure, heart rate, sugar levels, and breathing pattern.
"Woah." I said.

"Miss Stark." A female voice with an Irish accent said.
"Yes? FRIDAY?"
"I am here to assist you. I have nuclear lasers currently orbiting Earth ready to target when you say so."
"Woah woah uh okay slow down. No lasers. At least not yet." I said panicking a bit.
"Okay. Lasers are disabled. For now."
"What else can you do?" I asked.
"I am an AI. I can do whatever you ask of me. I can show you anyone or anywhere. I can be a second pair of eyes, a doctor, an assistant, and a friend." She said.

I looked to my dad and the glasses scanned him. It gave me his full name, height, eye color, age, qualifications, and stated that he was not a threat.
I took the glasses off in disbelief at the technology.
"This can recognize fighting patterns, your stamina in and out of your state, and vitals during a fight." My dad said.
I had a million questions but I couldn't choke any of them out.
"Think of it as an early graduation present." He said.
"Dad, you don't have to give me these. They're yours." I said.
"But I made them for you." He replied.
"I had the idea the day of your accident. I had worked with and on them ever since. I knew you'd need a JARVIS. It was my fault with what happened, and I knew I couldn't fix it, but if I could alleviate or help with the side effects, I wanted too."

He sat down in his chair leaning forward.
"I'm not going to tell you to back down because even if I did I know you wouldn't. And I don't expect you too. You have a responsibility. With or without this power you obtain. It's in your nature to protect people."
"So what are you going to tell me?" I asked apprehensively.
"Fight." He said. "Spit your blood and go down fighting. I did not raise you with a wolf in your chest to howl over nothing. It's weakness is that it underestimated you. Show them to never make that mistake again."
He was right. Of course.

I looked in my hands at the glasses and felt a new type of empowerment. I had this tool now but this was always inside of me. It rests on my shoulders to protect and stand by the poeple I love.
The Gods were wrong. We don't beg to be lead, we begged to be loved and understood. That we all lead in different ways and without those differences you don't stand a chance. Each of us has a part to play.
I've earned my place in the stars. But I wouldn't be who I was without the love and guidance given to me by each person that has a place in my heart.

They think I'm weak because I'm young and because I'm a woman. They're stuck in their old ways. They expect me to believe in their practices and to follow along. They see me as nothing more than a pretty face. They fail to realize that we dress up like princesses to go out and kill kings.
They told me that my fate was destined but I'm a Goddess and a wolf. And wolves don't bow down before men.
Never tell a Goddess her fate.

"You did the right thing to help your friend. He wouldn't have survive if you hadn't gotten there in time."
"If you haven't gotten there in time." I corrected him.
"You led me to him." He said matter of factly. "You are my daughter before anything else. And you have been my greatest invention and I will fight for the things you believe in because I believe in you."
"Thanks for being such a great hero." I said smiling.
"I love you kid."
"I love you 3000."
He looked in shock. I used to say that as a kid all the time. Then as more of us started popping up, I had less and less of an opportunity to tell him, to remind him.
This was my opportunity to tell him I loved him and I was grateful for him.
He did his best.
Some things are just out of control, even his control.
He's my dad. And he's messed up and he hasn't always been there and he hasn't always known how to be there. He may be a genius but he's not a mind reader, and I have to remind myself to tell him these things.
The things that bother me, the things that scare me, the things that make me so in love with being alive and the people that make me look forward to everyday. Whether I'm feeling upset or frustrated or the happiest God damn person the sun has seen.
Just because I know doesn't mean he does.
He may be larger than life in the tabloids and in the media, but he's still a person.
I think I forget that sometimes.

One of my curses is that not everyone I meet is going to feel and love as deeply as I do or show it in the ways I do. Different people have different ways of showcasing their gratitude and appreciation, that doesn't mean that it's wrong. Just because they don't love you in the ways you want, doesn't mean that they're not trying their best.
His whole life had been not too prove that he was the hero, but to prove to himself that he wasn't the villain.
And to see the teary glossy eyes behind his glasses and the soft chuckle with warmed smile at the phrase I love you 3000, is proof that Tony Stark has a heart.

But tell them. Tell those people. Tell them how much you love them, and what a great role they played in your life. It may be hard to choke it out and feel a bit cheesy. You may even cry! But you won't regret it. And they'll be happy to hear it and happier to say it back. The right people will never get tired of hearing it but it has to come from you. You can't assume because you do, that they know. Life can get busy and days soon turn into years. You look out your window and next thing you know a year goes by. So tell the people you love that you love them. Because you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think that you have forever, but you don't.