Mr. Stark's Daughter

Please Come Back

Chloe has been unconscious for a month. I come in to visit everyday. On weekends, I usually spend the night. And before you ask, Aunt May knows. I mean she doesn't know that Chloe is at Mr. Stark's. She just thinks she is in the hospital and only certain people are allowed to visit. But honestly, Aunt May always gives me something to give her for when she wakes up. In one of the corners of the room, it is filled with flowers, cards, and even chocolates. Thor has taken in the liberty of not letting them spoil. So you can imagine that those are almost gone.

I went to school one morning. I had a feeling I should stay with Chloe but Mr. Stark told me to go to school anyways. I did as he said and went to school. I met Ned and we walked the last few blocks together.
"How are you holding up?"
"I tell you this everyday Ned. I'm alright."
"And you say that everyday but it doesn't sound like you're any better." When we got to Emma, Ross, and Theo, Ned dropped his backpack and pulled out a card.
"Give this to Chloe, will you?" I nodded as I put it in my backpack
Now that Chloe isn't here, the group is split. Emma found another group of girls to hang out with and Theo and Ross come and go. It's just not the same.
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It was finally Saturday. I went to the base with my overnight bag. I didn't even bother to knock anymore. They always knew it was me. Usually I go straight to Chloe's room. Today, I went to Mr. Stark's lab. The door opened and I walked in.
"Hey kid. We missed you yesterday."
"Yeah. Sorry Mr. Stark. My Aunt wanted to me to stay home."
"I get it. Hey can you pass me the wrench." He walked over to a table filled with tools and brought it over. Him and Mr. Banner we're behind a little curtain. They've been working on whatever it is for almost a month.
"When are you going to tell us what you're working on Mr. Stark?"
"Not until it's finished." Mr. Banner answered.
"Well when will it be finished?"
"Soon." Mr. Stark answered. "Why don't you go see Chloe. Make sure she's okay." I nodded and headed to her room.

Chloe has been in the same hospital shaped room for a month. Almost a month and a half. I sat at my usual place on the left side. She was still broken. Her leg was up with a cast on it. Her arm was in a sling. She had a large bandage around her torso with a bandaid on her head. As for her right arm, it was gone. There was a bandage over the stitches that were from the amputation.

I had my elbows on the bed and my head in my hands. I sat there hoping she would wake up. And the first thing she would see if me. Mr. Stark has installed a button on the wall in case she woke up and one of us were in here. I turned on the TV and connected it to my phone. Whenever I visit, I turn on her favorite song.

"We were just kids when we fell in love. Not knowing what it was. I know we'd be alright this time."  I silently sang to her.
"Darling Just kiss me slow. Your heart is all I own." I stopped singing and began to cry.
"Please come back Chloe. It's not the same without you." I put my head down silently sobbing.

"Peter?" I sat up instantly when I heard this beautiful voice.
"Chloe. You're okay." I said. I sat up and slowly rubbed my thumb along her forehead. "How are you?"
"I'm well and in pain. I don't really remember much. What happened?"
"You got into a car accident."
"How long was I out?"
"About a month and a half." Her eyes went wide. "That's a really long nap." She said and I couldn't help but smile.
"Even at a time like this, you can still make a joke." It went quiet for a moment before she spoke.

"Does anyone know I'm awake?"
"Oh not yet. Your dad installed a button in case you woke up." I said walking over to the button. "Your Dad was afraid you would freak out when you woke-"
"Peter?!" She was scared. "Peter?! Where's my arm?!!" She started to panic. I hit the button hard then ran back over.
"Breath Chloe. It's okay." She was crying now. "Your Dad is on his way."

~3rd Person POV~
Everyone was training when the clock struck 6:00pm. They all came together to work out strategies for upcoming missions.
"Tony and I have been working on new equipment and technology for future upgrades."
"Bruce has suggested that-" an alarm suddenly interrupted Tony.
"What is that awful sound?" Thor questioned.
"It's Chloe. She's awake." Tony answered. In just a few seconds, Tony's suit was gone and he was sprinting to the other side of the base. Her screams echoed through the halls. Tony looked back to see that Bruce and Nat had followed. Steve had ordered the rest of the Avengers to change out of their suits before they did anything else.
"Sweetheart." Tony said. He slid onto his knees as he reached Chloe's bed.
"Dad I'm scared!" She cried.
"There's nothing to be afraid of." He replied as he put his hand to her forehead. Chloe continued to cry but she became calmer by her dad's touch.

"Peter. I think it's best we give them some space. I can show you what Tony and I have been working on." Peter paused for a second as he looked up at Tony. Tony nodded. Not caring what Tony would say, Peter gave Chloe a kiss on the forehead, then followed Nat and Bruce out of the room.
"Why Dad?"
"Why what?"
"Why is my arm gone?" Tony couldn't look into his daughter's eyes. It was too hard.
"When you got into the accident your arm was crushed. It was completely shattered and wouldn't be able to heal." He said trying not to cry.
"Oh, well..." Chloe stopped talking. She couldn't speak.
"I know this is pretty awful-"
"Pretty awful dad? Try off the charts awful!"
"I know. I know. But Bruce and I have been working on something and I really think you will like it. Peter is looking at it right now so you can get his opinion before you see it."
"Well what is it?"
"You're just going to have to wait and see." Chloe let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

"Even though I've been in a coma for a month and a half, I think I'm going to get some rest."
"Alright Sweetheart. Holler if you need anything."
"Thanks dad." Tony kissed his daughter's forehead then walked back to the lab.
Chloe stared up at the ceiling.
I'm broken. She thought.
And I can't be fixed...