When lightning always strikes, you know she's not far behind.
Kidnapped at a young age and recused seven years later, Avalyn Stark is forced to try to navigate a new world far from what she remembered. With threats around every corner, she was nev...
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2018 NEW YORK
"Slow down, slow down. I'm totally not kidding."
Tony Stark loved his wife more than anything, other than his daughter but it was wrong to compare your love for each, and he made sure everyone knew it. Their relationship had been anything but secret but they'd made it work over the years.
Nothing had changed other than the additional chaos and a daughter who could run close to the speed of light. Perhaps life was also filled with a little more joy too.
"You're totally rambling," Florence replied with a chuckle.
"No, I'm not," Tony assured.
"You've lost us, dad," Avalyn complained.
The three of them walked through a more peaceful area of New York, enjoying the time they had together but they found the light of the media once again. Avalyn hadn't seen Pietro in two months and she'd been itching to go to him; she couldn't, they both knew that.
"Look, you know how you're having a dream, and in the dream you gotta pee?" Tony questioned.
"Yeah," Florence nodded.
"Okay, and then you're like, 'Oh my god, there's no bathroom, what am I gonna do? Oh! Someone's watching. I'm gonna go in my pants.'" He explained.
"Right. And then you wake up, and in real life you actually have to pee," Florence nodded.
"Yes," Tony pointed.
"Yeah. Everybody has that," Florence shrugged.
"I do not," Avalyn raised her hand. "But I'll agree with you anyway."
"Right! That's the point I'm trying to make," Tony added. "Apropos of that, last night, I dreamt, we had a kid. So real. We named him after your eccentric uncle. Uh, what was his name?"
"Right."
"Morgan! Morgan."
"That's the most unconvincing argument to naming them Morgan I've ever heard, Tony," Florence hummed. "We're not naming them Morgan. I didn't like my Uncle. Something nicer."
"We named them Morgan. It was so real," Tony pouted.
"I'm the pregnant one, I get to decide what we call them," Florence reminded.
