It's time for a change [[Completed]]

welcome home

I lad down perfectly still. My eyes sealed shut. Me not moving a single part of my body. I had to rest us. I know dad understood. I knew he would come. I laid there counting...waiting. 437,890...437,891...437,89-

CRASH! I opened my eyes and smirked. They were here. Hammer was no match.  It was him and his green friend against them. Slowly I got up, flinching at my sore muscles I looked out the small window. He wasn't standing guard. Slowly I opened the door and looked around.

'Okay Annie, you're sore but you need to do this. You'll be home soon.' I closed my eyes took a deep breath and started sprinting down the stairs. I looked behind me to make sure no one was following me onto to run into someone.

"Oof." I groaned and fell on my back I looked up at my mouth went dry, "Natasha?" I smiled and jumped into her arms.

"Oh my gosh Annie! Thank goodness I found you before Hammer got to you!"

"What do you mean?"

"Hammer escaped! Him and that weird guy. We got here and Hammer said something about getting out of here before his plan was ruined and started running. Tony went after him but they turned the corner and now everyones looking for them and they sent me to find you."

"Oh my gosh. I'm never leaving again. I'm so sorry." I cried and held onto her feeling the weight of my body want to colapse.

"You did it for a good reason." I need to get you downstairs and to the car so we can get you to the hospital to make sure you're okay." I nodded and walked with her slowly down the stairs. Both slient. Both in thought. This was too easy.  

I chewed on my lip as I sat in the car with Nat waiting for everyone to come out. What if Dad didn't want me anymore? I flinched back at the feeling of the alcohol touching my skin.

"Don't flinch I need to get these cuts cleaned." She snapped and continued cleaning the probably infected cuts, "I hope you won't have scars." She murmured.

"I'm sure dad knows of a way to make sure I don't have them." I whisped and picked at my dirty nails.

"Annie what are you so nervous for?" She asked. I sighed. She wasn't my best friend for nothing.

"I just...what if dad sees me and decideds I'm to much of a hassel and gets rid of me?"

She scoffed, "You don't understand what he's been doing since you left. And seeing you on the screen he broke down. None of us have slept for days. All we wanted to do was find you." She whispered and put a band aid over 1 of my cuts. I sighed.

"No ones mad that I left are they?"

"No, we all probably would have done the same thing.That's gotta be hard to not remember anything." I nodded and looked up. Dad was walking out along with everyone else. He was looking at the ground and my heart stopped. What if he didn't want to see me? What if he was disapointed in me? I sighed and slowly got up.

"Dad" I called out. His mask off his head snapped up.

"Annie!" He cried and rushed over to me pulling me into a hug, "Oh my god Annie you're okay. I'm so sorry!" He cried.

"I missed you daddy." I mumbled into the cold armour. He let me go begrudingly when everyone was complaining about not being able to see me.  Clint squeezed me tight as he hugged me. Telling me how they kept putting the wedding off waiting for me to be okay again. And Thor hugged me telling me how he didn't have his poptart buddy and converted to toaster strudal for the time being. Steve was happy because he would be able to teach me how to box again, Bruce told me how he was getting bored of not having any to argue about everything he said, and Fury mumbled about how he needed a mini Stark around.  I smiled knowing that not only was my memory back but everyone missed me. Tony called Pepper and she met us at the hospital. The moment she saw me she burst into tears and squeezed me while we waited for the doctor to come in. Dad dragged Pepper out of the room to calm her down.

"Well Ms. Stark it seems like you got out easy. Only a few bruised bones and several cuts. We will need to disinfect and give you stitches on several of the gashes on your legs." I nodded as he brought a nurse in and they started. 12 stiches in total. On 7 gashes. The rest were cleaned and I was given pain meds for the days to come. Which I was told were not going to be pretty. The healing of my sore muscles and bones will hurt. Along with the healing of all the cuts. That's not only going to itch but I like most my age I gues will want to rip the sticthes out because they are just that uncomfortable. I groaned as I plopped down on the couch with everyone and Pepper went to order a bunch of chinese food. Everyone was soaking up their Annie I guess you could call it. Constantly asking me things, about small memories just to make sure I remember everything. They think I remember from getting hit on the head again. I couldn't bare tell them that it was Hammers face that made all the memories come back. Nothing was said, no one really knew what to say. I was home but Hammer had gotten away.

"What's gonna happen now?" I asked, breaking the silence.

Dad shrugged, "I keep you safe, under contant watch, and everyone keeps an eye out for Hammer." He said and sighed.

"What is wrong?" Thor asked.

"He's still out there." He said while rubbing his face, " The man who deserves to be killed in a oh so painful way is still out there right now."

"He'll get what he deserves Tony." Pepper said coming back in, "It will be here in about 30 minutes." Everyone nodded and all had small conversations with eachother. Dad looked torn and I couldn't help but blame myself.  Everytime he looked at me he looked a mixture between happiness and anger. And then his eyes would get glazed over and he would look down and tangle his fingers in his hair. I inwardly sighed and looked down to pick my fingers, a habit I had gained from my father years ago.

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I sat down on the couch watching my dad as he watched the news and started running his finger nail along his opposing thumb and begin to dig his finger nail into it. Slowly a layer of skin would peel off and he would go to the next one. I crawled over to him and put my small 7 year old hands over his. He jumped at looked at me, "What are you doing squirt?"

"You were hurting yourself." I mumbled as I crawled into his lap and looked at his large hands, "Daddies are supposed to give them selves boo boo's." I looked up at him.

He gave me a small smile and kissed my forhead, "Well aren't sweet."

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Large tan hands enveloped mine. I looked up and saw dad, "Teenagers aren't supposed to give themselves boo boos." He smirked. I smiled and hugged him again, enjoying his smell. Oil and cologne. Something that you would think wouldn't work but it worked for him.

"I missed you." I mumbled.

"I missed you too squirt. You're never leaving my sight again." I smiled at him

"I wouldn't want it any other way daddy."