Double Trouble//T. Stark

1.7

//LET'S FLY, BABY\\

"You kids ready?" Tony asks over his shoulder.

The twins reply in union, "Yep."

By now Lydia and Lucas are covered by the glowing green flame they have become accustomed to. They stand side by side, giving off an intense heat that seems to not affect either one of them.

"You remember how to do this?" Lydia asks her brother, her green eyes glowing immensely.

Lucas nods his hand, "Hands towards the ground, focus, and hope we don't crash."

Tony's suit powers up and he begins to lift off the ground. Giving one last look at each other, the twins begin to do the same. The bright green aurora around the two glows brighter as they lift slightly off the ground, excited smiles crossing their faces.

"Let's see what you kids got." Tony takes off through the tunnel.

With devious smiles they fly after him.

They turn throughout the small tunnel until they're met with the crisp open air.

Tony lets out a yell of excitement and the twins copy him.

The night air is cool but they barley notice as the adrenaline courses through their veins and smiles bigger than ever cross their face.

They push themselves higher into the night sky following Tony's movements in his new suit.

They follow him above the water, successfully keeping up with their adoptive father.

"Holy crap!" Lucas yells over the sound of the rushing wind.

"You think we can push it harder?" Lydia's voice echos through Lucas' head. She meets eyes with her brother and they begin to travel towards the city. He smirks, "I don't see why not." Lydia returns his smirk and they urge themselves to move faster.

Both twins can feel warmth running through their viens and heating up near their fingers and toes but it doesn't bother them one bit, in fact, to them it feels like the most natural thing in the world, like they were made for this.

Tony guides them through the city and then takes them above the clouds.

The two manage to catch up to him and fly beside him. He looks over at them before staring back at the moon, "You wanna see how far we can go?"

"Well the altitude record for fixed-wing flight is 85, 000 feet." Lydia tells the boys.

Lucas then adds "I say we beat it."

"I like your thinking."

The trio begins to simultaneously push themselves toward the sky and the moon starts to seem bigger.

"J.A.R.V.I.S. is warning me of potential ice build-up, you two be careful." Tony yells over to the twins.

"I'm fine" Lucas lets out a nod of agreement at Lydia's statement.

Tony's power begins to die out in his suit, the once glowing eyes fading and the suit plummeting towards the ground instead of towards the moon. With a fearful look, the twins change direction and begin to race after him and his faint screams.

Lydia notices the ground becoming closer and her worry begins to build, they may not get to him in time.

Neither twin wanted to lose him again.

It seems that as the twins are about to grab him, his suit lights up again and avoids the deathly fate of the busy road. Tony quickly redirects himself and the twins follow suit, both letting out breaths of relief as they follow Tony through the streets, back into the sky and towards home. As they set themselves to land on the roof, their fun demeanours return as Tony cuts his suits power and falls three floors down.