DESTROYED | What They Made Me | part 1✔️

18. Violent tag and tickle attacks

It has been a few months since New York. My life is rather peaceful at the moment. We moved to the mansion in Malibu after about a month in New York.

I now live here with dad and Pepper. Bruce comes over pretty often too, at some point he kind of became uncle Bruce to me. He's the best. It became clear pretty quickly that something wasn't quite normal with me, besides the obvious weirdness and sarcasm, which Pepper keeps saying are things I got from my dad. And I'm kind of socially awkward, which is probably just the lack of social interaction in the past few years of my life, or so I was told.

But uncle Bruce also figured internal wounds heal about twice as fast for me, compared to the regular... something. There is quite a nice and smart sounding word for it, but I forgot.

For the rest I'm fine. Or as fine as it gets when you're Tony's daughter, according to Pepper. I really don't see it as a bad thing, though. Dad's awesome.

We spend quite some time downstairs, to Peppers obviously dismay. Dad shows me his suits and stuff. I actually kind of helped making something. We have been working on a design and finally started building them a week or so ago. Its pretty much done.

It's kind of like a bracelet, but when you tap them together you can pull out these things that can slide over your middle three fingers, like rings. The rest then attaches to the palm of your hand and forms these repulsers that can shoot. It's like in the Ironman suit, only these are like a punch beam when you hit someone, the suit is kind off like a bullet beam, as dad explained it.

We are making them in a small version, so when we go further than the street, the beach or just little things around the house, I can wear them. Just a little self defense. Dad says it's very important. I'm learning how to handle them now. It isn't even that hard anymore. I can get them on in a little over two second. Then you have to look, aim and shoot within about another second. It takes me five in total now, but I'm working on it.

It's almost Christmas time, and after they explained to me how it works, I got very excited. We have made some plans already. First I'm going to Maddie's, who lives in this tiny town, Maynardville, in Tennessee. I get to have a sleep over there, and uncle Bruce will pick me up to go to the tower the next day. I'll get to practice with Clint and Nat with my new little Ironman glove thingies. We're working on a name of some sort. I'll spend two more days there, and than get back to Malibu for Christmas. It's very extremely exiting.

But right now, we have to go eat dinner. I don't help dad downstairs every day. We made a deal, three times a week, max. And the rest of the time I do this homeschooling program that's just kind of sad. It's rather easy and I finished the first 'year' in about a month. Also something I got from dad apparently.

Today is a daddy day, as we call it. I'm sitting in my dark red overalls (which I have because I keep on wiping my hands on my clothes) and I'm helping dad putting this tiny little thingy into a part of his mark, 42, I guess? He kind of forgot to put it in. I don't know what his plan is with the suit though. It's all over the place! There is, like, thousands of parts. To say I'm curious would be an understatement. But dad just refuses to tell me anything. He keeps going, 'just wait', 'it's a surprise', 'you'll see soon enough'. He can be a little mean, but he's mostly nice and sweet and awesome though.

Pepper calls down at us to come eat dinner. Again. We kind of got distracted, and she pretty much has to drag us out of there every time. Today's no different. It's just exiting and I get distracted and, well, you'd say dad's a grownup, so he shouldn't. But if you would say that, you probably never met him. He can be a weirdo, and not considerably, ehm... mature, sometimes. But I guess that's a good thing. I like it. He's like a potato. An immature potato. With a funny face.