Lilliana: The Oldest Maximoff [Discontinued]

Closure Pt.2

"Wanda, Pietro I want you to meet my friend Steve." I announce.

You're probably thinking that it's unnecessary for me to be talking in Sokovian to them, since they both know English, but it's their second language. It's just an easier transition to speaking English most of the time. I mean, they still have a lot to learn.

"Um, hi, Steve." Wanda reaches out to shake his hand.

"Who is this?" Pietro asks suspiciously, "I mean, which superhero is he?"

"He is Steve, Mr. Captain America." I tease him.

Pietro was a big fan of him as a small child. That's where the nickname originated. I'm honestly surprised that he didn't recognize him.

"Would you stop teasing me about everything- Wanda get her to stop!" He whines.

"Haha, let it go little dragã. I'm only messing with you. I have to make up for the time I missed." I joke.

"Uh... volim vas (my loves) Mr. Captain America is still standing right here. Quite awkwardly I might add." Wanda points out.

"Oh, right. Pietro," I gesture for him to shake Steve's hand.

Pietro hesitantly does and backs away, subconsciously in front of Wanda.

I pull Steve into a hug, and he rests his chin on top of my head.

"Thank you," I muffle into his chest.

"For what?"  He holds me a little tighter.

"For everything." I mumble as we sway back and forth, "you've always been there for me."

"Lil-" he starts.

"No, let me please." I beg, "you've been friends with me since the beginning. You've done anything for me since we met all that time ago, so thank you, Steve."

"...You're welcome." He pulls my face away from his chest and rubs up and down my arms, "don't cry." Steve laughs, "this is a happy day."

"These are happy tears, I promise." I reply with a smile as we fumble to wipe our tears.

"Um, we'll go find something to eat." Pietro mumbles.

I forgot that they were still here...

"No, no. That's okay. There's a conversation that I really need to have." I say beginning to walk away.

Once I'm a few steps away I stop. There's something I should probably do one thing first.

"Pietro, he is a very nice man, and you will treat him with respect. Steve is my family too, and you will at least try to get along with him." I ramble warningly.

"Don't worry, I will. I can see how much you two care about each other." He replies unusually sincere.

I make my way over to the other side of the room once I spot Tony.

"Um, excuse me. I'm so sorry to interrupt," I announce into the group, "but I need to borrow you... It won't take long. I just-"

"No, no. Don't apologize, we really need to talk." He whispers, "excuse us, I will return shortly!"

Tony leads me down the hallway, distancing us from listening ears. This was a private conversation.

"So..."

"I just uh... wanted to thank you for... everything that you did... With the twins and everything." I mumble.

"It was no trouble." He replies modestly.

"Why did you do it?" I blurt out, "why did you do everything?"

"Because I care about you and I wanted- want you to be happy." He states.

"No, I mean why did you create the bombs that killed my family?"

He opens his mouth to speak.

"And before you say anything about how my family isn't dead, my parents are. Just because you didn't kill the twins, doesn't make up for the fact that my parents are dead. So tell me, why did you do it?" I question sternly.

"I-" he sighs, "I don't know."

"Bullshit,"

"No,"

"That's bullshit. You do know, but you just won't tell me!" I scream.

"Would you stop yelling at me for five seconds?!" Tony yells.

"No, I won't stop yelling until I-"

"Stop!!"

"I-"

"No, stop it. Stop it! You wanted to talk to me- you need to talk to me, and you won't quit yelling at me long enough so I can." He points.

"Why?" My voice cracks as tears flow to the brims of my eyes.

Tony sighs, "um...."

I wait patiently.

"I guess I wanted to make it up to my parents- to my dad. I thought that if I continued their legacy then it- everything would be set right... I knew that the things that I created were terrible, but I felt..."

'guilty'

"Guilty," I whisper, "you felt guilty. But why? What happened between you and your parents?"

"I was a total ass. I was young and stubborn and I didn't agree with anything that the told me... I think I chose not to agree with them... Sure I regretted it a little bit, but I regretted it a hell-of-a-lot more when I couldn't tell them that I did... So yeah I felt guilty about the way that I treated my parents, and I thought that I was fixing things that- deep down- couldn't be fixed."

I knew the feeling. There were only a handful of times that I was unkind to my parents. I chose not to think about those times until they died and then they were the only times that I thought about. I was just wishing and wishing that I could've handled things differently. So I understood where Tony was coming from.

"Then, those feelings I had about the bad things I was doing resurfaced. I was reminded of the things that my parents stood for. They wanted to help people, not kill them, so I stopped producing those products. A friend of mine disagreed, and started selling the items behind my back. Eventually I figured it out, and shut him down, but I was too late... About a week after I had caught him, you stormed into the meeting breaking down about your family." Tony let's a tear slip, his tough outer shell cracking, "and I couldn't show it then, but seeing you like that... It- it broke my heart into a million pieces. I wanted to comfort you, and be there for you, but I had caused your pain. I would've just caused more by trying, so I gave you your space."

"Tony," I sniffle, "...I still love you... Even after everything that happened. I don't want to, and I tried for so long to just hate you to my core. But I just couldn't do it... Because deep down you are... You are my father- not by blood but by love."

He smiles lightly, momentarily brings his gaze to the ground, before looking back at me.

"I love you, Tony Stark." I run as fast as I can in heels and into his arms.

He catches me immediately, and I'm almost lifted off of my feet.

"God, I've missed you." Tony whispers into my hair.

"I missed you to, but if anyone asks, I didn't say that." I joke.

"Okay," he chuckles, "I can live with that... Come on, let's get back to the party. You just got some family back, go spend time with them."

Author's Note:
Sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out. School started back up again and I'm a freshman this year, so I've been focusing solely on that. I didn't really have time to write, but I was able to squeeze it in.
Tony and Lilliana finally made up. They worked out their feelings, and talked it out. I don't want to say that things are completely fixed because that would just be unrealistic, but things are much better... Sadly, not for long.