little piece of heaven (tony stark's daughter)

epilogue

rosie's p.o.v

"ROSIE? ROSALIE? move get out the way that's my kid i need to- let me through"

i open my eyes and i'm immediately confused, i can't have blacked out for very long because i'm still on the ground with people surrounding me. i lift a hand to rub my face, not really caring too much about the blood that transfers onto it.

"rosie oh god baby are you okay?" a silhouette of someone familiar crouches down next to me and i blink a few times until i can see who it is.

"oh, hey daddy, did you get him?" i ask, trying to sit up but being pushed back down by a gentle hand. i huff, irritated, i'd like to leave now. the pain in my back and forehead is gone, replaced by a slight numbness in my temples and spine. i wipe more blood away with the back of my hand, the trickling sensation annoying me.

"rosie stay still for a moment let the people help" daddy grips onto my hand and i just have to lie there for a minute whilst they declare that i've stopped bleeding. i could've told them that. i'm not sure why they're making so much fuss, i can't remember how i ended up in pain or bleeding but it's over now so it can't have been that serious. on a normal day, they probably would have told us to go to a&e, but seeing as the hospital is overrun with people injured by obadiah, they just tell dad to take me home and keep an eye on me.

so that's how we ended up lying next to each other that night.

we're both covered in scratches and marks, battle wounds as dad called them when he checked me over. i told him that the paramedics spent enough time doing that already, but he was insistent. what's weird, is that we couldn't find where i was bleeding from. dad said it doesn't matter, as long as i'm okay, and i agreed because i was tired and just wanted to go to bed.

so here we are, in his huge bed because he wouldn't let me out of his sight.

"i didn't mean what i said, i- i'd have been all alone if you hadn't come back" i admit with a guilt-ridden expression. it's been playing on my mind ever since our fight. i wouldn't exactly have been alone, but i'd have lost my most important person and that's pretty much the same thing.

dad gives me a sad smile and pulls me closer to his chest "i know, cub, i shouldn't have shouted or sworn, i pushed myself into that one" he mumbles into my hair, releasing me a little to look into my eyes "what happened to obie's hand?".

i screw up my face as the gruesome image reappears in my head, those blisters recreating themselves until i open my mouth again "it got burnt".

"yeah but how?" he prompts, still staring straight into my eyes and possibly right down to my soul.

"he grabbed my arm" i say plainly, not entirely sure what other explanation i can give. i'm not sure how my powers work at all, no one is so i can't explain it.

a frustrated smile pulls at dad's lips, quickly shaken off and replaced by a patient expression "why though rosie, how on earth did your arm give him third degree burns?". i almost giggle at his forced calm, but manage to restrict it to a shadow of a smile and a shrug before bringing my knees up to my chest and snuggling into him.

"i'm tired" i mumble softly, the pull of my eyelids becoming too much.

dad's arms tighten around me and he shifts so we can cuddle comfortably "i'm sorry, for the things that happened today" he strokes my hair gently and sighs a little "you shouldn't have had to go through that at all. i promise everything goes back to normal after this".

i smile into his t-shirt "i don't believe you" i pause to yawn "but that's okay, i was born into it, mama said i just have to remember who i am and everything will be fine".

i don't hear him say anything else, i'm not sure if it's because he doesn't know what to say or because i'm losing myself to sleep. i do know, however, that he is wrong. nothing is going to be normal again.

because i'm rosalie astraea harmonia atlanta nyx nova-stark, daughter of tony stark genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist, and gaia nova, goddess and guardian of earth. i don't quite understand much yet, but i do know that as long as i stand my ground and use my head, i'll make it through.