"I should really get back to Asguard. I'll tell your mother that you two are getting along," Thor declared.
I shot him a look that said don't you fucking dare, I'll kill you but he ignored it.
"Ok, then," Stark replied.
I followed him down the stairs. We walked all the down to his flashy Maserati.
"Go on then, get it," He said, gesturing to the car.
I cautiously pulled on the door handle and sat in the passenger seat. We sat in silence for most of the car ride, not exactly sure what to say.
"What are your daughter's names?" I asked.
"Morgan's the 9-year-old and Sage's 4," He answered.
"Why are you getting married?"
"Mom wants to officially unite Asguard. We've kind of just been staying at the palace because Thor's mom and mine are friends,"
He didn't respond. Instead, he turned up the music.
"What powers do you have?" He yelled.
"I can manipulate energy, heal people, and resurrect them! I also know a bit of Asgardian magic!" I shouted.
"I'm Iron Man!" He replied.
"What's Iron Man?" I asked.
"I made this suit! I can fly, shoot things, and sustain just about anything!"
"Is that how you survived snapping?"
"Yeah! It messed up my arm for a while, though!"
"Yep, that happens when you use the most powerful objects in the universe at once!"
He skidded the car to a stop and silenced the music.
"This is it," He announced.
"Is there a story you want me to follow? I'm a rather good liar," I asked.
"I promised I wouldn't lie... I also promised no surprises. Whatever," He sighed.
"I'm sorry,"
"You didn't ask to be born, kid,"
We walked into the building and into the elevator. He hit the button for the highest floor and we rode up in silence. The elevator dinged and we walked out into the penthouse.
"I knew you were a drug dealer," I muttered.
"Weapons, actually. Not anymore,"
Two pretty little girls ran and hugged him.
"Daddy!" They exclaimed.
"Hey, sweetheart," He smiled, hugging them each individually.
He picked them both up and rested them on each hip.
"Let him out of the elevator, girls," A woman laughed.
Stark stepped out and I followed. The woman's smile faded.
"Hi," I blurted.
"Hey..." She replied.
"Girls, why don't you go upstairs for a little while," Stark suggested.
"Who's she?" The little ginger asked.
"I'll tell you later, ok?" Stark promised.
A handsome boy walked out from the kitchen.
"Hey, Mr. Stark- oh, am I interrupting something? I-I'll just go back in the kitchen,"
"Yeah, stay there, Peter," Stark sighed.
