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Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*

How I Met my Uncle

I went downstairs at around six o’ clock. My uncle hadn’t arrived yet, but Pepper was making calls for pizza. She looked up when she saw me.

“Hey,” she said, with the smile again. “Hope you like pizza. Tony will be here in a minute.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “Where is he?”

“He said something about testing a new flight inducer,” said Pepper, an impatient tone in her voice. “Anyway, have a seat.”

I sat on the couch. “So…you’re really in charge of SI now?”

Pepper beamed. “Yes.”

“Cool,” I said, with an approving smile. Not a lot of women get a position like this.

“Thank you,” Pepper replied.“I’m officially starting once your uncle—“

CRASH! CLATTER! CLANNNGGGG!!!!

“What was that?” I gasped.

“That will be Mr. Stark, ladies,” said JARVIS, “landing in the garage. Or rather, crash-landing.”

“Tony!” cried Pepper, and she bustled downstairs, leaving me again.

I was alone in the living room with a disembodied British voice, so I followed her.

I skipped downstairs to what I thought was the garage, and I was right. There was a sort of glass wall dividing the stairs from the garage, which I thought looked more like a strange workshop. It was full of every tool and gadget I had dreamed of getting my hands on. But it was also a complete mess, and in the middle of it was Pepper staring at a figure gingerly getting up from the floor. My mouth dropped open little by little as I took in hot-rod red, gleaming gold, the sharp shine of high-quality steel. Iron Man stood in the middle of the mess, an impressive figure illumined by the soft blue glow radiating from his chest.

Then several metal arms came out of nowhere and pulled every segment of armor off, leaving an ordinary guy standing in its place.

“You have got to stop landing like that,” Pepper scolded. “Look at this mess, Tony!”

“I’ll fix it, don’t worry!” he assured her. “I just lost control, that’s all.”

“After six months using that suit, you’re still losing control?”

“Pep, calm down. We have a guest.” Tony leaned to the left slightly to make eye contact with me, which surprised me. I didn’t think he’d noticed I was there at all. But I figured, a genius notices most everything.

“Hey, kid, sorry about that,” he said, before turning to Pepper, who huffed. “Let’s go upstairs, okay?”

The three of us returned to the living room.

“Pizza for dinner,” Pepper said. She must know Tony well enough to not stay mad at him for too long.

“Great,” said Tony. He turned to me.”So, Isabella, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He seemed to think for a second. "That's a bit of a mouthful. You got a nickname?"

“Uh, my mom calls me Bell,” I said.

“Iz,” Tony said. “Iz. That should work.”

I didn't say anything. It seemed final. I fixed my eyes on the round glowing spot on his chest. The arc reactor.

"Okay, Iz. Only rule here is no going into the garage. Get it?"

"I get it."

"We’re kinda in a transitioning phase right now, with Pepper at the helm and the Stark Expo in full swing, so it’d be best if you just stayed out of the way. Other than that--make yourself at home." He managed an awkward smile.

Pepper gave him a slight nudge with her elbow. Tony coughed. “And sorry about your parents. Really. I know it sucks, but you’ll be perfectly fine here, so don’t worry about it. It may be a mess down here, but it's definitely less messy than what your mom and dad have to deal with--”

"Tony, please," groaned Pepper. They both looked at me warily.

I responded with silence. My tried and tested defense mechanism.

"Um, Pepper?" Tony said. "What's going to happen to her when we leave for Monaco?"

"She's coming with us, of course," said Pepper flatly. "Anywhere we go, she has to come...we look after her, remember?"

Tony warily looked at me from afar, like I had just landed from outer space. He clearly had no experience with kids. Lucky me.


For some weird reason I didn’t want Pepper to go home that night—maybe because she was a reassuring, orderly presence in the face of obvious chaos. But she told me comfortingly that I was going to be fine. I didn’t tell her about my misgivings though—it was far too late for that, and I didn’t want to look like a whining little kid. So I dealt with this the way I normally did—by clamming up and keeping my thoughts to myself, and resigning myself to living for the next few weeks with my crazy superhero uncle.

Notes

- pls tell me if I even wrote any of the canon characters right...it's been a while

Comments

I just read chapter 17 and if we're making Harry Potter referenes then all I have to say is.... FIFTY POINTS FOR GRIFENDOR!!!!

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/22/16

YAY!!!! DRUCK TONY!!! Not that it's anything new! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/21/16

Whoa! This is so good! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/21/16

Keep writing!!!

Abbyfish Abbyfish
5/15/14

Good job, keep up the good work.

Alexdanger101 Alexdanger101
5/13/14