Reassurance

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

It had been a few days since Tony's littler ones (as he casually called them in his head) had coalesced. He'd have been lying if he said the next steps approach hadn't been all he'd thought of since then. It was enough to completely side track him from his all-encompassing research, and 'Thanos' had barely featured in his brain. If he'd actually stopped to ponder it, he may not have believed it himself.

'Fixating is what creates all your interpersonal issues to begin with, Stark.' He rolled his eyes at himself as his knuckles gently rapped on Annie's door. He'd made a point of checking in on her every day. Some days she'd been there, some she hadn't.

"Knock knock."

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Annie listened with a sad expression. She thought it was very brave of Tony to admit what he did. It caused her to want to tell him something of her own.

"I think...my dad might be dead too." She said. "But I've been pretending he's not."

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Tony just nodded somberly, parting to sit beside her. He understood that stage of denial. He was nine years older than Annie was when he'd found out, but it was easy to throw himself into a realm where he could pretend that his parents were simply still on vacation--if only for a few days. He'd gotten offers for grief counseling but he violently eschewed them, insisting on cold pragmatism. It's what his father did, after all.

That wasn't what he wanted for Annie.

"Your father sounds like a great man."

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Annie leaned against Tony lightly. She nodded and thought about him quietly. She thought Tony would like him a lot like he liked Peter here. She knew that her dad and Iron Man had once been friends.

"Do you think they might show up?" She asked quietly. "Your mom and dad, and mine too?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Who knows?" Tony rubbed Annie's back slowly. "Maybe they will. Maybe not. There's just no way to know. Yet."

[st_ayedhidden]

"I believe in you," She said honestly. "You're really smart and you're really determined. Someone like that can do anything."

Annie was repeating something her mother told her once about her dad, but she thought it applied.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

A wisp of a smile touched his face, and he pulled her close to press his nose against the crown her head.

“I don’t want to see you kids give up. So I won’t, either.”

[st_ayedhidden]

She smiled. She really appreciated that Tony was so nice and protective. She also knew it was hard on adults to protect people all the time.

"Hey, you know..." She said, changing subjects. "Do you think we could build a slide for the pool?"

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"It lacking one?" Tony asked, blanking on its features--or lackthereof. He hadn't been much for frolicking in summer, the only time it made sense to visit it.

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"Yep." She said. "I think it's a pool made for adults so that's why. But that's okay. Adults like slides too, right?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Wanna put one together...together?" Tony tilted his head slightly. "Pete and I are gonna put a car together."

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She grinned with teeth showing.

"Okay!" She said. "I've never built something like that before, but I bet it'll be fun!"

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Pulling Annie into another side-hug, Tony mirrored her wide grin. "You're old enough to walk, you're old enough to woodwork. You and me, kiddo. We pick the tree, we take it down, we make the slide."

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"Deal" she said with a nod. "I'm going to pick the best tree for it too."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Between Bo’s arch, the lignified Plymouth Fury, and now additions to the hardscape, Tony caught himself wondering if he could claim any pedigree in carpentry. His grandparents on his father’s side sold fruit and on his mother’s side there were politicians, but hey...questions for later.

“Just say the word, kiddo.”

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"We should probably wait for a little warmer weather." She said sagely with another nod. "let's do it in March!"

[[Fade on Tony's reply??]]

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“Nice thing about California—no snow to wait on.” Without divine intervention, obviously. Tony slapped his knee, rising. “Let’s do lunch, kiddo. I’m thinking sundaes again.”

[ooc: sounds good!]