Iron Heart [1]

Chapter 2

"Good Morning. It is seven am. The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 am," JARVIS woke Ada up.

She groaned as she got up, pulled her hair into a braid, put on her bikini while dragging her surfboard out, she put on a red long-sleeved swim shirt, and then put on a hat. She picked up her board and made her ways downstairs to see a woman walking around, the one Tony brought home last night. Ada identified her as Christine Everharrt from Vanity Fair. She was calling out to him.

"Tony? Hey, Tony?" she walked over to the garage door and pressed her finger on the small device to access the garage.

"You are not authorized to access this area," JARVIS informed.

Ada slightly laughed as she grabbed a granola bar for breakfast.

"Jesus."

"That's JARVIS. He runs the house," Pepper stepped in holding clothes. "I've got your clothes here. They've been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go."

"You must be the famous Pepper Potts."

"Indeed I am."

"And you must be the almost equally as famous Adalene Stark," she noticed Ada.

"No, I'm just another girl that stay here every night and is a minor," Ada rolls her eyes.

"After all these years, Tony still had you picking up the dry-cleaning," she returns to Pepper.

"I do anything and everything Mr or Miss Stark requires including, occasionally, taking out the trash. Will that be all?"

Ada used all of her being to try not to laugh as

"JARVIS? Is my convertible ready?" she asked.

"As always," the AI replied.

"Oh and Pepper?" Ada called.

"Yes, Ada?" she called back

"Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday to you too."

Ada headed downstairs after Pepper. Pepper opened the door and turned Tony's music off as he worked on a car.

"Please don't turn down my music," he said not facing Pepper.

"You are supposed to be hallway around the right now," Pepper snapped.

"How'd she take it?" he asked referring to Christine.

"Like a champ."

"Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?"

Ada slipped over to her convertible.

"Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago," Ada answered.

"That's funny, I thought with it being my private jet and all, that it would just wait for me to get there."

"Our jet," she mumbled.

"Tony, I need to speak with you over a couple of things before I get you out the door," Pepper started.

"Doesn't it kind of defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?" he interrupted.

"Larry called. He's got a buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it? Yes or no," she asked.

"Is it a good representation of his spring period?"

"No. The Springs was actually a neighborhood in East Hampton where he lived and worked, not 'spring' like the season."

"So?"

"I think it's a fair example. I think it's incredibly over priced," she stated honestly.

"I need it. Buy it. Store it."

Ada rolled her eyes and turned out. She heard something about MIT, but then Pepper's birthday came up. Pepper hinted at Ada's birthday, but Tony didn't get it. She eventually took off in her convertible to the beach. Even though she was 15, she knew that nobody would pull her over and ID her.

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Ada sat on her board as she started at the sea water. The beach itself was mostly deserted, as she had stumbled upon it by accident. She loved this, just her and the beach, and nobody else. She closed her eyes as she sat with her feet in the water and it lapped against her legs. She opened them and saw a big wave come into view. She started paddling and stood as she rode back into the shore. She then got off and brought her board in.

"Well, hey," a voice said.

She whipped around to see a boy with shaggy hair and dark brown eyes.

"I've never seen you here before," he noted.

"I make sure to come when people aren't here. I'll be going now," she started to leave.

"Wait, aren't you Adalene Stark?" he asked.

"Ada, yeah," she responded. "Once one person finds out I'm here they typically tell everyone, so then the paparazzi show up."

"Well, I'm not everyone. I won't tell anyone," he stated.

"Well, thank you for that," she smiled. "Does 'not everyone' have a name?"

"Yeah, I'm Jackson," he beamed.

"Nice to meet you, Jackson."

"You can hang around a while if you want, I mean, I don't really care, but I think someone who has always had paparazzi in their face needs some time to just relax," he rambled on.

She laughed at him. He picked at his nails as his eyes shot down before glancing back up at her. He bounced slightly on his heels before looking away.

"Let me guess, you're nervous that your talking to someone famous like me right?" she giggled.

"Well, yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't be, it's not like I'm my dad or anything."

"Alright, Ada."

The two surfed and talked for the next few hours. Eventually the two separated, as it was time for lunch, and if they were seen together they knew it wouldn't be good. Ada started to drive home right before Jackson left the beach. She drove up to her house and into the garage. She ran upstairs and fixed her a sandwich for lunch. She then went up to her room to work on her online courses. She smiled that she had made a friend that day that wasn't going to tell everyone where she was and when.