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Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*

Stop, Hammer Time

We waited for another few hours as Tony cleared things up at the prison where they took the whip guy. During this time I got myself another can of ginger ale from the bar, and on second thought ordered a martini for Pepper. She looked like she needed it. I handed it to her, feeling newfound respect for the woman who bravely went all the way on the track to give my uncle's suit to him, because of course that was why she and Happy had left in a rush. They were back now, and she was absolutely stressed.

"Oh...Iz, thanks." She gave me that sparkling smile again and drank deeply.

"Are we going home?" I couldn't help asking.

"Guess we'll have to now. There's so much I have to do...and so much your uncle isn't telling me." She frowned. "Sorry about that. We really DID think it would be all right for you to come here. People doubted if Tony would be able to look after you. I hoped we could prove them wrong."

I felt sorry for her and wished I could do something, but it looked like all she needed was to be alone right now and take a few deep breaths. I took my ginger ale outside to the steps. A cool fresh wind blew in and I observed the lovely view. With the rest of the race cancelled after what had happened, everyone else was headed home.

Justin Hammer spotted me on the steps, try as I might to hide behind a large potted plant.

"Hey, you're Anthony's niece, right? Morgan Stark's daughter?"

"Yes sir," I replied, trying to sound polite and not like I'd been hiding at all.

“Great!” Hammer’s grin was too large and too fake. “So I heard about your parents. I’m really sorry that happened, kid.” He didn’t sound sorry at all, but I just nodded.

“I’m not gonna pretend to understand what you’re going through, but sheesh…I mean, a bright little girl like you shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

‘Little girl’? Who did this guy think I was?

“I’m actually fine,” I said.

"Oh, well, that’s good. Well, cool show your uncle put on today," he remarked.

"Yeah...cool," I mumbled.

He smirked at me. "Well, better get used to that. Guess I'll see you around then, right?"

"Right," I echoed.

He left, and I decided that I disliked him. But being alone on the entrance steps wasn’t exactly great either, because almost as soon as he’d left a swarm of paparazzi (local and international) crowded in on all sides.

“Isabella!” called one lady. “Isabella Stark!” She shoved a mic into my vision. “Tell us what you
saw at that track today.”

“Uh…” I stammered, before a French man butted in. “Do you know the man who attacked your uncle?”

“How do you currently feel about your parents' divorce?”

"Would you rather reside with your mother or your father?"

“And what is it like living with one of the richest men in the world?”

“Leave her alone, will you?” came a sharp voice, and the noise died as Natalie Rushman pushed her way past the cameras and microphones and pulled at my arm. “Miss Stark has no statements to make right now, or anytime ever. We are leaving shortly.” Natalie propelled me back indoors, and I sighed.

“Thank you,” I said meekly.

“Don’t mention it,” she said. “And don’t go out of mine or Pepper’s sight again, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah…okay.”

On the plane ride home, Pepper was worriedly watching TV while Tony disappeared into the kitchen for two hours. I listened to some music and sketched a few pictures of clouds till he reappeared with a disgusting-looking dish in hand.

"What is that?" asked Pepper, echoing my thoughts.

"This is your in-flight meal," said Tony uneasily. He glanced at me. "Iz?"

Was he trying to poison me?

"No thanks," I said. Then I added, "I thought I'd be safe here."

"And you are. Aren't you?"

I shook my head. "After what happened? I doubt it.”

He held up a hand wearily. "Iz, we'll talk about this later, okay?"

I glared at him, then at Pepper.

"Why don't you get something to eat," she suggested.

I got up and stalked off to the mini kitchen in the back of the jet. There was ginger ale in the fridge. Good.

As I snapped the top off the can, I figured that try as Tony might to say he could handle the situation, he couldn't do it on his own. People were trying to hurt him too. And despite all appearances, I had left an unstable situation at home to arrive at an even more dangerous one here.



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

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

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton

Whoa! This is so good! :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton

Keep writing!!!

Abbyfish Abbyfish

Good job, keep up the good work.

Alexdanger101 Alexdanger101