Other - Tony Stark Fanfiction

Chapter One

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Chapter One
1 January, 2019

With a groan, I wake up with the worst backache and crusty saliva on my face. I must have fallen asleep working in my lab...again. Looking around I see Harley in the corner of the lab, running and whimpering in his sleep. Quickly making my way to him, I kneel on the edge of his dog bed, and place a gentle hand on his left flank.

He jolts awake with a yelp, staring up at me, seeming to be apologetic. That's the thing with Companions, the owner and the animal have a sort of language between them.

I give him a gentle grin, and rub behind his ears, to remind him that I get nightmares as often as he does.

A second before the lab door slides open, Harley growls, signifying that Pepper was here. Not only did he hate Pepper, he hated Pepper's cat companion, Til, just as much, if not more.

Without even the chance to turn around, Pepper is already glaring daggers at me, I don't need to be facing her to feel small under her gaze.

"What is your excuse this time? Forgot that I was in bed waiting for you to join me? Forgot that you had someone willing to put up with you? Or how about the fact that you put a couch and dog bed down here for the nights that you refuse to join me. What about-" Pepper begins her ranting rage, before getting ultimately being shut down by Harley snarling at her, showing off his sharp canine teeth.

Only to be glared at, by both the cat and Pepper. He shows no sign of hesitation under their intense stares, quite the opposite of me. I have been "trained" as Pepper puts it, I now I can stand up to her. I know I can kick her out, and never look at her again. But I just can't seem to do it. No one has put up with me and my baggage for so long. Sometimes Pepper reverts back to her kind ways, maybe not often, but that is better than nothing.

"I'm sorry-" I try to say, just to be cut off be her. "I don't want to hear it. And, if that dog doesn't stop barking at me, I will euthanize it. Do I make myself clear?" She asks, venom dripping from her mouth with every word.

"Yes, crystal." I say back gritting my teeth to stop myself from saying something I don't want to.

"Good. Now be useful and freshen up. No one wants a boyfriend that looks like...that." She says as she leaves the lab. Letting out a frustrated grunt, I stand, and walk over to the middle of my lab where the work table is.

"I think it is about time we took a vacation. You know, leave this place behind for a few days."

Looking over at Harley, I give him a questioning look at his suggestion. "Don't give me that, we both want to get away from her." He says to me. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?" I ask,with a playful tone.

Harley starts to wag his tail, gets in a playful stance, and lets out a small, joyous bark. "I was thinking somewhere we haven't gone before. How about…. I don't know, Ireland?" I look at him and think for a second. Yeah we haven't been there, and it is a long enough flight that Pepper won't want to follow us.

"What would I do without you? Come on, let's get packing." I say making my way towards the entrance of the lab. "But what about Peter? Isn't he supposed to stay over for a few days while May is out on paid business?" I stop in my tracks at that. "Can he come with us? I don't want him around Pepper alone, to be perfectly honest."

"Guess he's coming with us. Friday, send a text to Peter Parker. Tell him to pack a bag with his things for at least one week in Ireland."

"Right away, sir."

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Later that day

Harley, Peter, Wes, Peter's chinchilla companion, and I were all headed to Ireland via my private plane. On the way overseas, I had Friday buy a countryside house. I didn't want to be too far away from civilization, so we have a neighbouring house about four or five acres to the west in case something were to happen.

Peter was so excited to be going to Ireland, that he and Wes couldn't sit still for practically the entire flight. Eventually they tired themselves out, and took a nap in the back bed on the plane. Leaving Harley and I to sleep out in the living area of the plane. By the time we wake up we should be in Ireland, and if not Friday should wake us.

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Westmeath, Ireland. 2 January, 2019

"Sir, you have arrived in Westmeath (Mullingar), Ireland. Today is the second of January, 2019. Currently, it is 6:00 AM, with a high temperature of 48°, and a low temperature of 36°. Would you like me to call a private personnel to escort you to your new estate?" Friday informs me.

"Yes please, Fri. That would be great. Could you wake Pete up for me?"

"Already done sir. Peter is in the front dining area of the plane."

"Thanks, Fri."

"Any time sir. Your escort will be arriving in about twenty five minutes."

As I make my way out of the living area and towards the dining area, windows on either side of me show a cloudy sky. It is a good thing neither Peter or I mind a sprinkle of rain. Hopefully Wes isn't to tight lipped about it. I already know Harley loves the rain, so he will absolutely love this trip.

"Morning Mr. Stark! Friday made breakfast, it is on the counter." Peter greets me with his familiar enthusiasm. "Thanks, kiddo. Anything in particular you want to do today? We have quite a while until we head back to New York. Twenty seven days to be exact, so we should spread out what we're doing." I tell him as I take a seat on the modern bench across from him. Harley heading past us to the kitchen where Friday serves fresh meat squares in his dish. Spoiled dog.

"How about we just get used to Westmeath today? Is that okay?" He ask me, taking a break from eating to look up at me. "Of course it is. That is actually a brilliant idea." I say with a smile that he returns before going back to eating his breakfast.

I finish eating a little after Peter does, and head to the living space to join him on the couch. Once there, we begin on some holographic designs for some new web fluid the kid came up with.

"Boss, your personal escort is waiting to transport you to your new estate. Would you like to give your new estate a name?"

"Um… sure, say kid, what should we name it?" I ask looking over at Peter. "Is Ralph okay?" He asks, being 100% serious. Just because of the way he said it, that shall be the name.

"I love it, Friday, rename the countryside estate to Ralph."

End of Chapter One.
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