InsaneJournal

Who: Tony Stark and Thirteen
Where: Fortress of Stark-tude
When: Late Tuesday night
Why: Some singin', some proposin'
Rating: It's them. There's probably going to be sex.


Tony hated hospitals and he wasn't going to stay more than a day at Kent, even if he liked Cuddy a lot. Once plenty of the woozy anesthesia had worn off, he made sure to get checked out; Claire had done the trick and healed him completely aside from the wicked scar on his chest where he'd had surgery and the place where he'd worn the life support system for so long. He'd have to modify the suit now and create a power source that he put on when wearing it.

But he'd died once, and though he didn't dare mention it to Remy, it'd scared him to hear that. He'd have left behind Sophie, his unborn son, and worst of all, her.

So Tony got a bug in him. He'd gone home, played the father and boyfriend, then when he knew both were very sound asleep, he slipped off downstairs to his music room. Inside were a grand piano and an acoustic guitar, the two instruments he could play. He'd sat down and picked up the guitar, sat a small black box down on a table next to him, the top flipped open so he could look at the ring he'd gotten his butler to go out and pick up for him. Every time he looked at it, he felt the tug at his heart, how he wanted to see it on her finger, to make her happy. She didn't smile nearly as much as he wanted her to these days.

He glanced at the ring once more before he started plucking at the guitar, listening to see if it needed tuning, adjusting it and starting to pick out a song.