A Daughter of Iron

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Angel woke up early the next morning (around six); the plane was still in flight but would probably land within the next hour or two. Not wanting to risk not having enough time to get ready, she decided to go ahead and do it now. When she was finished she would go eat breakfast.

Before getting in the shower, Angel did do some yoga for thirty minutes. She couldn't do her full work out here but she could always do yoga, even on a plane. She would always do yoga every morning, even if it was just for five minutes. If she didn't, it affected her emotionally and physically. Yoga was an escape for her; it calmed her body and spirit. Yoga was a part of her life and she honestly couldn't imagine life without it.

After showering, Angel blow dried her hair and that took about twenty minutes, she put on all of her makeup and that took about fifteen minutes. She then curled her hair (which she tended to do for what she considered to be special occasions) and that took another thirty minutes. She was now dressed in a tight, dark pair of jeans, some gray high heels, a black lace-like top, and an over coat that was only buttoned in the middle. Even though it looked a bit relaxed, she thought it suited the occasion. She looked young, sexy, but also responsible. This was exactly what she wanted; she would have to thank Travis as soon as she got home.

oOo

It was around eight in the morning when she walked into the lounging area, she saw Rhodey (still in his air force uniform) eating breakfast with her dad who was in his pajamas, reading the paper at a large table in the middle of the room.

The room smelt like alcohol and she sighed, her dad had gotten everyone hammered. She dreaded being with Rhodey now, he would not be pleasant with a hangover.

The table was covered with plates of breakfast food, pancakes, biscuits, hashbrowns, etc.

"Good morning, Angel," Tony greeted happily.

He didn't appear to be hungover, but Angel could see his eyes were slightly red.

Anyone (even from a great distance) would be able to tell poor Rhodey was hungover.

He looked to be in complete hell with his head buried in his hands.

"Looks like you guys had a very...productive night," she noted and Tony gave her a one armed hug before she sat beside him.

His hair was slicked back because he had just got out of the shower, Angel could smell his expensive cologne on him.

"It's not what you think we just had a few drinks," Tony explained justifiably.

"A few? Rhodey looks like he's been hit by a truck and your eyes are red," Angel pointed out as a matter of fact.

She just now noticed the cup of fizzy white clouded water in front of Rhodey.

He was drinking Alka Seltzer.

"What can I get you today, Miss Stark?" A stewardess with blonde hair asked as she now stood beside her seat.

"Two Sunnyside up eggs, a sliced tomato and coffee," she said quickly and looked back at Tony.

"You're both hungover," she stated as the stewardess left.

Rhodey couldn't even deny it; he just took a sip of the Alka Seltzer.

"I'm not hungover," Tony lied, and it was only a tiny white lie.

Based on a hangover pain scale that leveled from one to ten, (he had been to ten many times and it was utter hell) he was at three.

Tony just had a small headache and it was already going away with the help of some juice and the shower he'd taken.