Tony's WHAT?!

Contemplations

As it turned out, her husband had gotten himself into quite a lot.

Not only had they not found a cure for his...ailment...yet but now there was a guy out for his blood that had managed to almost replicate the arc reactor??

Sometimes Azalea wondered, 'what exactly is my life?!' A witch, Mistress of Death, all of her Hogwarts adventures, metamorphagus, extremely wealthy, soul-bound and married to a genius, billionaire, former playboy, and philanthropist, with a metamorphagus godson/adopted son, a baby daughter, and that wasn't even mentioning her S.H.I.E.L.D. work, Natasha, or the fact that her husband also flew around in a red and gold suit almost daily, and had a knack of getting himself into troubling situations the moment she wasn't around to help.

Tony had gotten off lucky so far, as she hadn't had enough time to muster up all of her indignant rage before she was called back to the session, but as she sat in the living room of the Burrow, a cup of tea on her lap, Azalea seethed. Lightning whips?! Honestly, that man. It was enough to make her magic stir.

At least Vanko had been sent to prison, although if Azalea had been there, she would have scanned his mind first. Legilimency wasn't necessarily morally right in all situations, but against enemies to her family? She had no qualms with using it in those times.

Well, at least Molly was perfectly happy to listen to her complaints, as was Hermione, (who had apparently come over to get a recipe fthat she wanted to make for her and Ron's wedding anniversary, which was coming up in a few months.)

One common misconception about soul bonds was that, as a fated pair, they would never fight. Tony and Azalea, in their years of marriage, had disproved. that theory several times. This was one such occasion.

As much as she loved her husband, Azalea had no intention of just letting him get away with trying to hide this event from her. She was already stressed enough about everything in Britain, and they still hadn't found a magical cure for the heavy metal poisoning. In theory, she knew that Tony Wouldn't die, she wouldn't let Death take him, but it didn't make it any less worrying. And it frustrated her that Tony was acting like he was going to die, and although he had tried synthesizing every element, Azalea wanted him to spend time with his family. Finally, she suspected she was pregnant again. And her husband had been so busy lately...well, she would estimate herself at about 3 months.

Sometimes, she just wanted to sit down and cry, because as much as she loved her life, as much as she loved her children, the truth was that she was powerful, really powerful. And she would outlive most of her friends, and even though they wouldn't die, she worried about her husband. Some days, Azalea couldn't help but imagine a world where she had grown up with her parents, instead of the Freak in the cupboard under the stairs. A world with no Voldemort, where Teddy had his biological parents, and where she and Tony and Violet and their little one to-be could live without hiding from paparazzi and people out to get them.

She needed to talk to Neville about accompanying her to a gala for her company next week;  if she wasn't seen in public every once in a while at things like that, it would be odd. Perhaps Luna could watch Violet? Or she could have a Daddy-Daughter night.

Violet was growing up so fast. Tony needed to spend some time with her. Maybe she could put a glamour over him and they could take her to the zoo tomorrow...

She would talk to her husband about it after his night on the couch.