Part of Each Other (An Iron Man 2 Fan-fiction and Sequel to "His Little Heart")

Lies

Tony was boarding his private jet back to Malibu. Without Zenyatta. Tony just finished his interrogation with . He felt guilty about the battle because he knew it was his fault that they were both attacked.

Tony silently sat in a seat and rubbed his forehead. He wanted so badly to fly after Zenyatta, but he knew it was best if he let her cool off. Then, when he gets back home, they'll talk.

Until then, Tony felt haunted by the silence. He already desperately missed his daughter's laughter that light up the darkest nights. Her smile that made the stars look like there were dim. And most of all, her bright hazel eyes that made the sun jealous.

Tony smiled to himself as he thought of the time when he and Zenyatta went to the boardwalk. It was her 10th birthday. Cotton candy stuck to her fingers. They were sitting on the benches overlooking the sunset when suddenly Zenyatta hugged him. He will never forget what she said to him.

Flashback Start

Zenyatta giggled in her little child voice along with her father. She then looked at her father who was scarfing down a piece of cotton candy. She scooted over and wrapped her arms around his middle. Silently she spoke in her tiny voice.

"Daddy. I love you. So much. No matter what I will always love you. No matter what."

By the time she was done Tony had tears in his eyes. He smiled at her and hugged back.

"I love you too. I will always protect you. With all that I am. I promise. My little heart."

Flashback End

Tony wiped his tears as he stared out of the window. Gazing at the sunset.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I failed you."

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Zenyatta sat on the couch in the living room. She has been home for a few hours, but she didn't keep track. All she thought about was her father and how much he has changed. She didn't know why, all she knew was that it was nothing good.

At some point Zenyatta dozed off on the couch. Until she was shaken awake. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw familiar brown eyes.

Her dad was home.

Part of her wanted to yell at him. But the other just wanted to hug him. Be close to him.

Tony sat on the couch next to his daughter. He sighed.

"Look. Baby girl, I am so sorry. For everything. If it wasn't for me that wouldn't ha-"

"What are you keeping from me?"

Tony stared in shock. He was frozen in place and don't know what to do.

"What?"

"What. Are. You. Keeping. From. Me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit!" Zenyatta stood quickly and paced back and forth. "Do you really think I'm that naive? Dad something is wrong. And it's something big! Why can't you just tell me?!"

"Listen!" Tony stood. "You may be my little girl, but you have no right to talk to me like that!"

"I'm not a little girl anymore Dad! And I have every right when my own father is keeping secrets from me!"

"I am not keeping secrets."

"Yes you are! You are my father! I know when you're hiding something! Why can't you just tell me the truth?!"

"Because-" Tony paused.

"What?!"

Silence.

Zenyatta shook her head. "Why? Why can't you just tell me what's going on?! Please Dad! Stop hiding!"

"I'm not hiding anything!"

"Oh my gosh! Why?!"

"I'm asking myself that right now." Zenyatta stared confused at Tony. "Why? Why did I take you in? Why didn't I just leave you in foster care? Why are you my daughter?! Life would be so much easier without you!"

By the time Tony realized what he said it was too late. Zenyatta stood there, shaking, crying, but not a sound came from her. Tony stared wide eyed at her. He tried getting closer, but she stepped away.

"Zenyatta please. I didn't mean it."

"Then why did you say it?"

Tony felt tears roll down his cheeks.

"Zenyatta-" He croaked.

But before another word was said, Zenyatta raced upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut. Tony remained where he was. Then slowly he sat down and placed his head in his hands.

"What have I done?"