Hey all. So here it is, What Happened to Tony's Heart? First and foremost I would like to say that if you have not read Proof Tony Stark Has a Heart you will not understand this story at all, so go read that first. Second, I have not finished writing this story, so until I do I will not be updating any new chapters, I think I may need around two to three weeks to finish it, I apologize for that, but I've been so swamped with vacation things and school summer work that I haven't had as much time to write this as I would have liked. This story is a little post Iron Man 2, but will run into Iron Man 2.

Disclaimer: The only thing that I own is my lovely OC Luna Stark.

Luna's POV

Today they are finally letting me out of the hospital! My ribs are finally healed, and they finally drained all of the fluid from my lungs. It felt absolutely exhilarating. Unfortunately for me, I have to wait for my dad to get back, which may take a while.

Tony -Dad- scheduled a press conference about a week after he got released from the hospital, which was a day after we got admitted. I am going on a month in the hospital now, and even though I had waited so long, now that freedom is in my grasp it seems too hard to wait for. So, instead of waiting around in boredom for the next few hours, I decided to watch the conference.

The conference was called because apparently someone had seen Dad and I in the labs, and there were so many rumors going around about what happened, Dad and I agreed it would be best to address it publicly. Originally we wanted to tell the world the truth, but then Phil intervened. Phil Coulson is an agent for the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division. Quite a mouthful. When he introduced himself to me I actually choked on my drink. To which he brushed off politely. Anyway, he is making Dad lie and say that Thompson did capture me, and abused me (but didn't torture me, it'll raise more suspicion apparently), that Thompson was killed in a lab accident that happened when Dad got there. Really, really dumb excuse, I honestly wouldn't care if the scumbag got exposed, but apparently it's bad for the government's image, so they won't let us tell the truth.

I turned on the TV; I don't exactly feel ready to hear all of the bullshit. A part of me wants to be there and tell everybody just how much of a sneaky, conniving, complete asshole Thompson was. But another part of me is glad I'm here so I don't have to deal with all of the looks of pity. The press will believe Dad that I got abused regardless if I am there or not. If I was there they would see the marks of abuse on my body, and because I'm still in the hospital it works out so they know my injuries were really bad. Actually my release from the hospital works out perfectly because if they heard that I am home they probably would think that we are lying about me being injured. Either way a part of me is glad that I'm not there because I wouldn't be able to stand there and lie to everybody and tell them that he abused me and didn't torture me and tell them that he was an asshole, but not tell them just to the extent of which he was an asshole.

I finally found the channel that the conference was on, and after a deep breath, I clicked ok.

Dad is standing behind the podium, looking completely at ease, relaxed even. I know that it's just because he's been in front of crowds his whole life, but it's still unnerving. I will never be that comfortable in front of a crowd.

"And now Mr. Stark has prepared a statement. He will not be taking any questions. Thank you."

I held my breath, studying my father closely. He was smiling at the crowd, though the smile wasn't quite reaching his eyes. I had noticed that. Lately he had been going through all of the motions, but he didn't seem fully there. I know that something is wrong. I know it. But he won't tell me.

He gave the crowd a charming smile as flashes flashed and there was a hush in the room. "Been a while since I've been standing up here," he remarked as though he was surprised by this. "I think I'll just stick to the cards this time," the crowd laughed and he smiled again. He always knows how to charm a crowd.

"I know a lot of you have heard about the incident in the labs, and the one at my company-" he started to explain, but he was cut off by a reporter.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that there was a body guard in a suit that conveniently appeared despite the fact that yo-"

Dad looked irritated now, looking down at the woman with distaste. That emotion only showed for a moment though, and I'm sure that I am the only one who caught it. "Look I know that it's confusing. It's one thing to question the official story but it's another thing to make wild accusations or insinuate that I am a superhero," he said with conviction. Smirking at what he thought was an affective shut down.

My jaw slowly dropped. I can't believe what he just said. He was basically just tricked into saying the truth by a dumb reporter. Dad. You just let out your secret to the whole world. You better be able to fix this.

"I never said that you were a superhero," the reporter contradicted, proving my assumption right. At this moment I wished that I was standing next to him so I can steer him in the right direction. But I'm not. I can only watch this conference go haywire.

Her reply wiped the smirk completely off of Dad's face and I could practically see him running frantically in his head, trying to fix the mistake he had just made. "Didn't? Well, good, because that would be outlandish, fantastic," he admitted under his breath and I held on to the bedspread tightly. He is totally blowing this! "With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made-largely public."

He's starting to ramble now. With every word I was getting more and more on edge. Luckily the nurses had already disconnected me from my heart rate monitor because I probably would have alerted the nurses of my distress. Luckily Rhodey leaned in and said something to Dad, probably telling him to use the cards.

"Yeah okay, yeah," he said with a sort of finality, and I knew that he had just made a really big decision. He let the cards drop from his hand, and my jaw dropped. "Fact of the matter is, I am Iron Man."

The room exploded with noise and flashes of light from the cameras in the room flashed madly. To Dad's credit, he didn't look bothered at all, in fact, he looked smug.

Once the room had somewhat died down there was a shout. "What about Iron Maiden!"

Dad actually looked somewhat intrigued by this. He leaned towards the podium microphone. "I'm sorry what?"

The room instantly quieted and the person repeated their question shyly as the cameras swung to record them. "The Iron Maiden. That person that fights with you sometimes. Who is she? Is she Pepper Potts, your assistant?" He asked, shrinking backwards from the cameras' view.

Dad started laughing a little before he could regain his composure. "No, Potts? Crime fight? No, Potts is amazing at what she does but she doesn't fight crime. Iron Maiden though, that's good, I like it. No, as of right now, her identity will not be revealed unless she is comfortable in doing so." Dad said firmly, as if he wanted someone to challenge him.

No one did, probably because he had just announced that he is Iron Man, so nobody wanted to mess with him or test his patience quite yet. I am still trying to wrap my head around that. Everybody knows who he is now. Does he know how many enemies he just made?

"What exactly happened in the labs?" a reporter yelled.

Dad promptly took out his phone, hacked into a TV, and played video from the security cameras I guess. He never told me he had that video. "I had to cut out some more graphic parts because this is live television, but you'll get the gist of it," Dad announced. He was promptly escorted from the room by Rhodey, while the video was still playing.

I picked up my phone and selected his number and called it.

"Hello," he said right when he picked up the phone. I could vaguely hear Pepper yelling in the background at him.

"Do you know what you just did!" I yelled angrily. I don't know exactly where this is coming from, but I continued on. "You just put yourself in so much more danger, Dad! Now you're not just vulnerable as Iron Man, but people will go after you when you are trying to be normal. Nothing is ever going to be the same anymore!" I yelled angrily into the phone. Nurses who were walking by the room looked in, concerned, but didn't actually come in.

"Don't worry. I'll be able to protect you and Pepper. Iron Man technology won't reach anywhere else for years. I'll talk to you about it when I get to the hospital," he said reasonably before he hung up.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed in frustration. He doesn't know how much stress he can put on people! Not only is he putting his own life in danger, he's putting Pepper's life in danger, Rhodey's life, Happy's life –'and my life'- a small voice said indignantly. I can protect myself, but Pepper and Happy…

He thinks that just when we are with him our lives are in danger, but they aren't! Any time we go out we are now in danger. If a terrorist wants to grab Pepper, they could, they could get her on her way to work, while she is at work. While she's at home. Any time.

I sighed resignedly and buried my head in my hands. Iron Maiden. A small laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. It's fitting. Though my suit isn't made of iron, I get where they got it from.

But now all I'll be seen as is some side-kick to Iron Man, with a name like that…

About an hour later they finally got back. "Hey Moon. You ready to go? I was feeling pizza." He said quickly. He looked like he was trying to rush me out for some reason.

"Yeah, but I can't go out like this, I only have pa-" I started to say.

"Nonsense, you're fine. You look lovely." He said hurriedly and pulled me to my feet, giving me a quick kiss on my forehead.

I was still in my pajamas. The doctors were afraid that if I was given normal clothes that I would have snuck out of the hospital, which I probably would have. He pulled me to my feet, and I slipped my feet into my sneakers. "Okay. But we still need to talk about what happened, you can't just pretend that nothing-"

"Tony!" Yelled a voice from down the hall.

Dad's whole body slumped in defeat. "Damn it." Then he rounded on me. "You see what you do? If you had just been a little quicker I could have-"

"Tony!" Pepper exclaimed again, Happy hot on her heels. She was walking angrily towards us, nurses moving quickly to get out of her way as she stormed towards us. "Do you seriously think that you can just run away from me?" She asked, stopping in front of Dad angrily. I stifled a laugh with my hand. Dad was currently looking around for something to distract Pepper with, but it seems he couldn't find anything.

"It was more of an ambition. Anyway, I don't see the bad in what I did. You're always saying I need to tell people the truth." He argued.

"Guys, maybe we should take this back in the-"

"No- no we'll do this right here. You don't just go telling people that you are Iron Man, Tony. It's dangerous. You have just made so many people hate you."

"We'll be fine Pepper! I just finished the Mark 5 and now we'll be able to-"

"Wait what?" I interrupted, looking at my Dad hurtfully. "You said that we were going to finish that together."

I was actually really hurt. He said that that would be out project. Something that we could do together. What had gotten into him lately? I was used to him being forgetful, but this was something entirely different. He blatantly forgot a promise.

He looked down at me, flabbergasted, and then realization dawned on his face. "I forgot, with everything going on. We can-"

"No, no it's fine." I replied, effectively cutting him off. "It's your suit. It was kind of silly of me to want to be a part of it." I said, partly hurtful and partly because I wanted him to feel bad. I turned to Pepper who was looking at me with sad eyes. "Can I have my clothes so we can go?"

Pepper handed me the bag that had my clothes in them, and I could see her glaring at Dad as I walked into the bathroom to change.

The ride back to the house was awkward. It was mostly filled with glares sent from Pepper to Dad, and Dad sending Pepper grins and smirks back. I on the other hand was busy.

Brandon and I had gotten a lot closer over the month I was in the hospital. He was a really great friend, even when I was going through tough times. Apparently my old friends, Alyssa, Dylan, and Bell had decided that while I was in the hospital was the best time to tell me that we aren't friends anymore. I had kind of guessed that much. They looked pretty uncomfortable at the party when I got back from the hospital the first time, but it still stung. They said that they couldn't possibly deal with the fact that I am Tony Stark's daughter. They liked me better when I wasn't famous apparently, and now I was too much of a big shot to be friends with them.

That's where Brandon stepped in. He may or may not have egged Dylan's house. I didn't ask him to, but it did make me feel better when he told me that he did. He also brought me flowers. My room was absolutely filled to the brim with flowers, but his were more meaningful. Sure I loved Tony's and Pepper's, and all of the flowers sent by his company's affiliates, but those flowers were from someone who wasn't expected to give me anything, and that's what made all the difference.

Please get me out of this car. Pepper is mad at Dad, and Dad is trying to make her laugh. It's so weird. I sent to Brandon.

After a few short moments he replied, I can if you really want me to, but I feel like your dad may kill me. He's kind of scary, especially now that I know he's Iron Man.

I laughed, just a little too loud, and I realized with dread that I had caught Dad's attention.

"Who are you texting? Is it that Brandon kid?" He asked with a grumble. Though Dad wasn't the best at parenting, he managed to catch on to the 'overprotective dad' part quite well.

I sighed. "Yeah, I don't see what you have against him, Dad, he's really nice to me, and he is one of my only friends at this school. Please don't ruin it for me," I pleaded. I really like Brandon, not in that way, not yet at least. He's been a really great friend to me lately, and I don't want to lose him.

Dad scoffed and I scowled at him. "For a smart kid you really can be oblivious. He likes you, Luna, that's why he's being so nice to you," he said not unkindly, but more in a sophisticated way. He leaned back in his seat and gave me a wide grin. "I'm just doing what dads are supposed to do."

I blushed slightly, but I didn't look away. "Oh, what, he likes me?" I asked, scoffing, "Fat chance. And what about you? I know that you like someone, you're just too bigheaded to tell her." I retorted.

Dad looked taken aback by this, and when I looked over at Pepper she looked genuinely hurt. Shit. Pepper no, no, no he likes you! Not someone else.

Dad hadn't noticed Pepper yet, though. "So, I'm an adult I can like someone if I want." He said childishly.

I laughed. "An adult? Is that what you think you act like? If you like her so much, why don't you be a man and tell her?" I asked, testing him.

Dad looked from me to Pepper, who was currently looking at the floor of the limo. Then he looked at me and mouthed 'Should I?'

I nodded condescendingly to him and gestured towards Pepper. If I get these two together I am a genius.

"Pepper I-"

There was a sniffle from Pepper that was quickly turned into a cough. "No, Mr. Stark, don't worry about me. It's good that you are finally settling down."

She sounded genuinely hurt, and I shot Dad a look that said 'See! Go for it'.

But to my surprise, Dad shook his head. Why is he always pushing people away lately? If he were willing to show Pepper what I think he feels for her they would both be together. Not the most stable relationship, but they would be together.

We pulled into the driveway, and I felt relieved. At least I can finally be comfortable in my own home now.

"Shit," Dad said suddenly, whipping his head towards the window.

"What, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly. If some sort of terrorist is outside of the car right now I am going to be extremely irritated.

"I forgot to- stay in the car for, like, two minutes. Ms. Potts, follow me please." He said hurriedly and rushed from the car.

I moved up to the small window that separates the driver from the back of the limo. "What's up with that, Hap?" I asked.

Happy swiveled in his seat to look back at me. "I can't say what it is, but I can say that you are going to be excited."

I nodded and sat back. I had already gotten so many Christmas presents. Christmas, which had passed while I was in the hospital, was extravagant despite being confined to the hospital. When I woke up my bed was surrounded by presents, which was strange. In the orphanage I got very few presents. What I got was usually clothes that were already pre-owned, and a few toys, but that was it. Life with Thompson was even worse; I got even worse torture sessions, I guess it was good in a way. It taught me while I was young that life is full of disappointments. Of all of the presents that Pepper and Tony gave me, the scrapbook was by far the best.

The scrapbook consisted of pictures I didn't even know were taken. Some of Dad and I, of Dad Pepper and I, and some of me by myself. The best one of all of them had to be when we were at the hospital's cafeteria. I looked exhausted and pale, in an AC/DC shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Dad and Pepper had just come from SI, so they were in very professional clothes, and we all looked genuinely happy.

There were two loud beeps from outside of the limo, and I jumped. "I think that's your queue, Luna," Happy announced. He leapt out of the car before I could even get to the door. When the door was opened my jaw dropped in shock.

It was a car that I practically had drooled over at every car show I had ever gone to. A silver 1998 McLaren F1 was parked perfectly so I could see it from the open door. "Holy shit…" I muttered, completely in awe. I was paralyzed; complete shock had gripped my body.

I got out of the limo, I felt like I had stepped into a dream. I ran my finger along the body of the car, stopping along the way. The car was in pretty bad shape. It looked okay from the outside, but what I felt with my telekinesis, a habit I had picked up when it came to looking at cars. When I was in and out of orphanages I had taken to visiting car shows. I wasn't allowed to touch them, so I lurned how to touch the cars in another way. This car felt like a lot needed to be replaced and fixed. I felt slightly disappointed. The car was beautiful, but there was no way that I could drive it in this state.

I don't understand how Dad, the car collector, could have missed that. I tried to hide my disappointment as best as I could, the thought is what counts anyway… I gave Dad a smile, brightening at his wide grin. "Thanks Dad, it's really awesome, I don't even know what to say…" I said, feeling tears form in the corners of my eyes. I buried my head into his chest, giving him a tight hug.

"You're welcome, sweetie. I know it doesn't run, but I figured you could fix it, put that mechanics class skills to work. It's what I did with all of my cars. I bought them like this and then fixed them." He explained, kissing my forehead.

My eyes shone in excitement. Of course I can fix it. I hadn't even thought of that possibility before, and now it seems so clear. It will truly be my car if I fix it myself. "Thank you so much!" I exclaimed.

I looked over, and Pepper was looking at us happily, but I saw a look of longing deep in her eyes. I walked over to her, and hugged her tightly. "He likes you, Pepper," I whispered in her ear.

She looked shocked when I pulled away, but I nodded at her look of disbelief.

I turned to look at dad, who was hooking the car up to a hitch on his Audi so he could pull it into the lab. "Can I work on it now?" I called to him.

"Course you can, kiddo, but we're going out to eat at eight, so you have to stop by six," He replied over his shoulder. "I already have some parts downstairs for you to start working with," He added.

I squealed in excitement and rushed as quickly as my still healing ribs would allow me to my room so I could change into a pair of jeans and a Black Sabbath tee shirt, and then rushed down to the lab. My car was already surrounded by spare parts, tables, and a box of tools I would need.

"JARVIS," I called to the house's AI system, "Can you make an interact-able holographic scan of the McLaren, please. Oh, and highlight everything that needs to be replaced or repaired in red." I added quickly.

"As you wish, Ms. Stark. Would you like me to compile a list of stores and websites that have parts for a 1998 F1 McLaren as well?" He asked.

I smiled. JARVIS, always thinking ahead. "Yes please."

The hologram of the car appeared by my face, and I grabbed it, sitting at the desk that Dad had put in for me. "Can you get rid of the body and the interior of the car please," I said aloud to JARVIS. Immediately, they were gone. This left me with only the inside of the car to deal with. JARVIS was also very helpful by providing labels of each individual piece of the car, though I didn't really need them.

First off, it seems that the whole engine needed to be replaced. The powertrain needed to be removed, wheel bearings, hubs, and locating pegs all needed to be replaced. The oil needed to be changed, tires re-aligned, tires replaced, one axle was bent, the wipers needed to be replaced, bumper was dented, the transmission was fried. From the looks of it, I wouldn't even be able to steer it either, with the condition that it was in.

"Dad, this is going to take me months." I sighed. I glanced over at him. He was sitting at his desk, with his Arc Reactor out. I was alarmed.

"Holy shit Dad!" I exclaimed, rushing over to him. Having his Arc Reactor out of his chest didn't seem good.

He quickly did whatever he was doing and popped it back into his chest. "What are you doing, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

He was looking distracted. "Yeah, fine. Routine check, no need to worry." He explained offhandedly.

That doesn't sound like him… something is off. I looked him over. Now that he had his reactor back in his chest he was looking better, but the skin around the reactor wasn't looking too well. It was turning blue. He noticed my eyes, and buttoned up his shirt with a flourish.

"I'm fine, just some leftover bruising from last month." He explained easily.

I nodded right away. My ribs were still heavily bruised, and I still had some cuts, so it would make sense that he was all bruised up too.

Later that night we went out to eat. I wanted to hide as much of my bruising as possible, which wasn't really that hard, but the long line of stitches that went down my shoulder blade wasn't. When the Metue Mihi bit me last month

it left some lasting damage. I decided on wearing a pale pink dress that was a little shorter than the navy dress was, but it had straps that effectively hid my stitches. I also had my hair straight and not curled just to make sure that I could hide my injuries.

"Wow," A voice said from my doorway. I turned to smile at Pepper as she walked in. "You got ready without my help. You look really beautiful,"

I looked at Pepper with a grin. She was wearing a short green cocktail dress, and it was very flattering to all of her features. "You look stunning, Pep." I complimented.

She laughed. "So, is what you said earlier really true?" Suddenly serious, Pepper gave me a questioning look.

I frowned internally. I was so sure that Dad likes Pepper, but right now something else seemed to be on his mind. "Yes it is true. He likes you; I just think that he needs time right now. I think that something is bothering him right now, he isn't as focused as he usually is." I explained, hoping that I was explaining it well enough and wasn't screwing anything up.

Pepper nodded. "I've noticed that too. Lately it seems like something is bothering him."

I nodded. Pepper walked out of the room, and I followed. "This is probably a really bad time to go out to eat." I commented, realizing what had just happened today fully.

Pepper turned and gave me a questioning look, raised eyebrows telling me to continue. "Well, Dad did just announce that he is Iron Man, I'd imagine that the media would be out looking for him."

"Already thought of that!" Dad called from the kitchen. Pepper and I both exchanged looks before we ventured into the kitchen together.

I immediately smiled. The kitchen was adorned with candles, not in a romantic way, but as if we were at a restaurant. Dad was standing next to the bar in a suit, black with a red dress shirt and black tie. He was smiling brightly at us, but as always, his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Please don't tell me you cooked!" I exclaimed before I could stop myself.

Pepper laughed loudly and walked into the kitchen behind the bar while I looked around the room nervously, half expecting to see smoke that I hadn't noticed before. "Now why would you think that- I happen to be a great cook, in fact-"

"Don't worry, Luna, we're safe," Called Pepper from behind the bar. I walked over to see what she was saying. She held up two large pizza boxes for me to see that were hiding in the oven. I laughed too, feeling a slight pain in my ribs from doing so.

"Damn it," Dad said under his breath as he ushered Pepper out of the kitchen and on to a barstool. "I thought I hid it in a good place this time." He complained.

I sat on a stool next to Pepper, grinning as he brought us plates of greasy pizza. Usually when it's just me and Dad we don't even use plates. We just use napkins, or our hands, whichever is readily available at the moment. "Pepperoni again?" I asked loudly. I'm not a huge pepperoni fan, but I will eat it.

"Pepperoni is my favorite," Dad said simply as he took his seat next to me, ruffling my hair as he sat down.

"Don't!" I yelped and swatted his hand away, "Come on that took me a half an hour," I complained, trying to fix it.

Dad looked dumbfounded. "That took you a half an hour? It looks like it always does!" he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at him and took a bite of my pizza. "No, no, no, it does not. I straightened this. See? It's straighter," I said to him, turning my head to him so he could see my hair better. "And it wasn't frizzy before you touched it," I added, giving him a pointed look.

He held up his hands in defeat and I distinctly heard Pepper give a little laugh. "So, what do you plan on doing for the rest of the year before college?" Pepper asked.

I shrugged. I didn't really know. It was only January. With all of the time in the hospital I had gotten so ahead in my schoolwork that I had finished all of it. My teachers were dumbfounded. They decided that because I had already done all of the work that they could give me my diploma early. It was kind of cool, because now I don't have to go to school, but I'm going to end up home alone a lot now when Pepper and Dad are at work, and I'll have to wait until school is over to see Brandon because he hadn't finished yet. And, because I am only fourteen I can't drive, so I'm stuck at home unless I call a taxi or I can get Happy to drive me around. "I don't know, I haven't gotten any college letters back yet, so I don't really have anything to do, I'll just work on the McLaren I guess."

"You're making MIT, Moon, there's no way they can't accept you," Dad said cockily.

"Yeah, I know, but I won't believe it until I see the letter." I replied. I knew that I put in all of the work to go to MIT, and I damned well knew that we could afford it if I wasn't awarded a scholarship, but I needed the letter to know that it is real. I need it to know that I actually did everything right.

"I was thinking we could have you do an internship at Stark Industries. It would keep you busy until you go off to college." Pepper offered.

Dad said so while I was in the hospital. I guess it would be a good thing to learn how the business works at some point. "What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"I was thinking something in the Inventions Division. You wouldn't be doing any of the inventing, which I know you would love, but you'd be working with some of our employees and helping them with their inventions," Pepper explained.

I was about to say yes, when Dad spoke, "Actually I wanted to ask something, before you say yes, Moon."

He was looking extremely deep in thought, and almost seemed to be fighting with himself. 'Maybe he is finally going to tell me what's been bugging him,' I thought to myself.

"Ever since you got hurt in the labs I wanted to ask you something. I know that the way you got your abilities is very traumatizing for you, I understand that completely, but I can't stand knowing that you can be hurt easily," he explained quickly.

I nodded, feeling like I knew where this conversation is going.

"I know that because you have grown, those titanium rods are probably a lot smaller in you than they were before. So I'm just going to come out and say it. I wanted to know if I could update your suit. Put the gold-titanium alloy in there instead of plain titanium, and add thrusters and stabilizers in your hands and feet so you don't have to waste your energy flying. It will help protect you better than what you have now. I won't turn into him, Moon, I just can't stand knowing that you aren't as safe as you could be." Dad explained carefully.

My breath had hitched in my throat, and I had to do the breathing exercises nurses had taught me to calm myself down. I had to repeat to myself over and over that there is no way that my dad would turn into Thompson. That he only wanted to do this to protect me, and not to hurt me.

Once I had sufficiently calmed myself down, more or less, my hands were still shaking, I looked at my dad. "Can I think about it for a while?" I asked, feeling as though there was an elephant sitting on my chest.

Dad looked at me and nodded. "Yeah, of course. This is all up to you, I just want you to know my reasons. I'm not going to get any kind of sick love for it. I just want you to be safe, and I think that you're due for an upgrade." He explained, rubbing my back.

I cringed when he touched me. I didn't really mean to, but I did. He drew his hand back immediately and I sighed, burying my head in my hands. "I think I need to go for a walk." I said and got up and walked outside.

But I didn't go for a walk, instead, I let my armor form around me and flew away, feeling stubborn tears fall down my cheeks.

Duh Duh Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

Is Tony turning into Thompson? Does he want to use Luna as his experiment? We shall find out in due time!

Yeah so I made Luna graduate early because it will just be easier for me to have her out of school so we can focus on Iron Man things. Plus I'm not currently in school so I'm not making her.

Alright, so because I don't know exactly when I will finish this story I can't tell you when the next update will be. I'm sorry. But it is good to be back. Until next time!