UNTIL THEN IF NOT BEFORE (II) ↳ Tony Stark's daughter

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"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Tony asks for the millionth time, "Yes, I'm positive I know where it is." I answer, pulling on my shoes. "Why won't you just let me drive you, I'd feel better." he continues, following my around the kitchen as I gather my things, "Because I know where I'm going, and I don't need to be showing up to a support group in a sports car." I retort back, "We can take the BMW if it makes you feel better?" Tony suggests, does he even hear himself right now?. "I'm taking the subway and that's final." I say stopping short and turning to look at him, "But you don't get to call the shots around here, that's my job."Tony protests, "But its my support group, not yours, is it now?" I argue, Tony lets out an exasperated sigh and looks to Bruce, who reading the paper at the island, for backup. "Let her take the subway Tone, she'll fine." he says, barely looking up from his newspaper, I give him a triumph "Humph" while walking past him. "Fine, but if I hear that you didn't show-", "I'll bring you a copy of the signature!" I say, stopping him short. Reluctantly, Tony moves himself away from the door, letting me open it, "I promise I'll show, anything to not have to meet with Lang again." I reassure as I'm heading out, Tony only looks half convinced, but I'll take what I can get.

You'd think living in New York would make taking the subway seem menial, but for one of the few people who still actually drives around the city, the subway is a thrill. Not just the the ride itself, but the station, the people, the experience. Its not like I've never taken the subway, I've rode it with Jax and occasionally with Peter, but never alone. I think its the freedom I like so much about taking it, no one can assume anything about you in the subway, because to them you're just another person. No fancy cars, no stares, no questions. Everyone just minds their own business and goes one with their day.

When I exit the train and walk out of the station I'm staring at what looks to be the oldest and most run down church you've ever seen, why are theses types of things always held in places like these? Old, dusty, and probably barely stable. I walk in and people have already sat in scattered pews not far from the stage? The alter? The microphone stand thingy. I take a seat in the third row at the very end of the pew, there is a women no older than 60 at the other end sitting quietly. The room is filled with all sorts of people, old, young,  men, women. I was surprised to see the number of adults in the room, or maybe they were just rough looking young people? I've heard trauma can to that to a person, according to Dr.lang at least. We wait another five minuets to let some of the  late comers file in and take a seat. "Welcome everyone, I'm glad you all could make it today." a short, round man in his late fifties says cheerfully into the mic, "I see we have some new faces, hi I'm Pastor Mark, I run the group." he introduces himself, no one says anything, just kind of nods instead. Mark begins the meeting with an inspirational quote about strength and healing from the Bible, then asks if anyone would like to come up to introduce themselves. A red haired women, no older than twenty gets up in front of everyone and introduces herself and shares how's she's here because her fiancé died last spring. Everyone  does the monotone "Hi Janette." like you see in the movies about these sorts of things. After Janette, people slowly make there way to the front to introduce themselves and share their reason for being hear. Eventually I zone out once we get to Edna, who's brother died in a boating accident three years ago, but suspects it was planned by her nephew. I'm counting down the minuets instill this is over when I hear a familiar voice, "Hi, I'm Grace, I'm here because my dad lost the battle to cancer two months ago." My ears perk and I lift my head to watch the curly blonde walk of stage quickly and back to her seat in the far corner. There was no way that was Grace, Grace, from school right? I tried to move to get a better look at her but she's done a pretty good job of sitting behind people who block her face. A few more people go up and and introduce themselves before Mark goes back up and concludes the meeting, once he gives us his final words of encouragement for the day people start leaving their seats and head towards the door. 

Grace wastes no time pushing past people get to the door, I have to practically shove the old people out of my way just to get her to stop. "Grace!" I call out, getting her to turn around and notice me, almost slightly mortified, she makes her way towards me. "Hey Rebel, how's it hanging?" she asks, a little less enthused than how she normally is, "Uh not bad, I wasn't expecting to see you here, I mean its good I guess, not to be alone." I say giving her a smile, looking back I kind of wish I just let her leave because I'm starting to realize how awkward this feels. Just then Mark walks past like he's about to leave, so I momentarily ditch Grace to catch up with Mark so he can sign my form. When he's done, I'm half expecting Grace to still be waiting there but when she's not, I take my form and fold it up to shove in my pocket and walk out with Mark, and back down into the subway.