Tony Stark // Iron Man (strong_as_iron) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-03-13 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] retro, iron man, pepper |
Who: Tony, Kaylee (+Open?)
When: March 13, 2032 [FUTURE dated]
Where: Stark Manor, workshop
What: The Starkling's all grown up. Or at least enough to want to make criminals beware. Father-Daughter bonding almost happens.
"That's so totally frigid."
"Frigid?" Tony had to repeat, glancing over at Kaylee, perched on the hovering chair and peering over him; her hair was currently short and spiked and electric blue, but the keen interest in her eyes was the same as it had been since the day she was born. "Since when is that a valid word?" He tried not to feel as old as he probably was.
"Since, like, the 21st century, Dad," his daughter said with a small roll of her eyes.
At some point in the last 16 years - probably around the time he'd gotten used to carrying jumbo-Lego blocks everywhere - Tony had stopped looking around when a little person called him 'Dad', but it was still the sweetest sound he'd heard. Especially these days, given his little girl was a 16 year old, and while she was remarkably chipper given the alternatives, she still had growing pains and days when she wanted nothing to do with either of her parents.
The workshop, however, always seemed to be exempt, neutral territory; it had changed over the years, constantly updated with technology to keep it on the bleeding edge, but it was still a Stark workshop: there were shinier cars added to bays, a junker '66 Corvette parked in the main space for them to work on, and the Iron Man armor suspended above his workbench as Tony fished around in the chest piece, feeling for the join. His fingernail flicked against the minute crack, and he grunted with satisfaction as the old armor hummed to life, the battered arc reactor in the center glowing brighter blue, the metal plates shifting slightly, giving him more room to work.
"It's ultra-mag, totally retro," Kaylee continued, and Tony could at least piece together the general context around the words. "But you really didn't fly around in that hunk of junk, right?"
"Hunk of junk?" Tony said, head lifting to glance over his shoulder again. "I'll have you know she'll make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs." At least Star Wars was always cool, and even permissible for a teenager to like - that, or Kaylee just plain didn't care. Either way, she grinned at him, and comforted that his daughter had some sense, Tony gestured a wrench over with a flex of his fingers and a lot of magnetic force from the bracelet around his wrist, and got to work prying apart the metal plates farther apart so he could get into the joints.
"So, can I have one?"
Tony had, over the course of his life, been called reckless on occasion. He'd certainly joked about how the armor was the solution to every problem it created more than once. He certainly had the latest iteration of the armor, nanite technology, humming under his skin and through his blood for immediate use. He thought about Kaylee being shot at, even with small arms fire that would just ping off the titantium alloy, and his heart squeezed in a way that was not good for his continued good health. "Yeah, no."
"Dad!" she protested. "C'mon, you gave me an armored pod when I was a baby like we were Kryptonian or something!"
They'd even had to use it - thanks Doom, that had been lots of fun - but that absolutely wasn't the point. "This isn't a toy," he told her. "It's not a car or a hot rod you can just take for a joy ride, either."
"I know," she said, and her voice was level. And much more terrifying. "There's still bad people in the world. I know that. I've heard about it all my life from you and Uncle Bruce and Auntie Dinah. The armor can help stop them."
"Yes," Tony agreed, kicking himself for having friends who had causes to make the world a better place. "That doesn't mean you're getting into it."
"Daaad," she protested again, and he wasn't wrapped that much around her finger.
"There's stuff you need to know before you ever get into the armor," he said, and Kaylee absolutely brightened at the obvious sign of weakness.
Okay, so maybe he was wrapped that much around her finger. Then again, she was his daughter; could they really have expected anything else from her?