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Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*

Not Lies, Only Secrets

Tony slid the menu to me from across the table. "Choose something. Anything.'

I scanned the pages, thinking of picking the most expensive item on the list just to piss him off. But my appetite wasn't quite the same since I got to Malibu, and I ended up with a chicken fillet and another glass of ginger ale. Tony ordered some kind of fancy roasted duck thing. He leaned in and peered at me expectantly as the waiter left.

"So what is this about?" I said, making a general gesture to our surroundings. People in classy clothes were sitting at tables all around us, laughing and talking--but not too loud. As far as I
could tell, I was the only person here under the age of twenty.

"Well, Pepper said we should talk," said Tony, "so okay. Let's talk."

"You picked one hell of a place to talk," I pointed out quietly.

"What, you don't like it?" said Tony, sounding like he was at his wit's end. "And I went through all the trouble of picking a nice classy restaurant for a good girl like you. Five stars, y'know? Anyway..." He spread his hands as if we were a support group now open for discussion. "We're here. Let's talk."

Was this a forced attempt to bond with me? Gag. "So this was Pepper's idea?"


"What do we talk about?"

Tony shrugged. "About anything. What happened the other day in Monaco, I guess?"

I picked up a salt shaker and sprinkled some fine grains into my empty plate. "Okay. Well, do you know that that crazy Russian guy knew how to build an arc reactor?"

"That's the problem," Tony said. "I did some digging yesterday. His name is Ivan Vanko, son of Anton Vanko. Anton used to work with my dad back in the day. They pioneered the theory for the arc reactor but Vanko intended to sell those designs to the Russians during the Cold War." He kept his voice low. "Dad found out, got him deported. That's about all I know."

"He seems to hate you."

"He's not the only one."

"You think he'll be back?"

Tony snorted. "How could he? He's under custody, probably will be for the rest of his life."

I fidgeted. "I dunno, Tony. What if he's not the only one you have to worry about?"

"What are you talking about?" Tony said, as if I were a child scared of irrational nightmares.

"For one thing," I said matter-of-factly, "you said he's not the only one who hates you. What if he's not the only one who hates you enough to attack you?"

"Now wait a minute," Tony said.

I went on. "I'm just getting a little freaked out here, okay, because I came all the way here so I'd avoid the stress my parents are going through. Then I find out you can't keep people from replicating your own technology and using it to hurt you?"

Tony ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Ivan Vanko is old news, okay? He's done, underground. He's not coming back. You don't think I can protect you?"

I didn't say anything.

"Well, I can," said Tony. "Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing--thank you!"

He said abruptly, turning to the waitress who had arrived with our dishes and was staring at us, wide-eyed. Tony had been speaking louder than he intended. I waited for her to leave before speaking up.

"Tell me one thing that you think I absolutely have to know," I said. "Like, you know Pepper would kill you if you didn't tell me."

Tony leaned back, and I thought I saw something flicker across his brown eyes. “I don’t think you can understand—“

“Stop,”I said. “I’m not a little kid anymore. Just shoot straight.”

Tony shook his head. “The…Government demanded that I hand in the Iron Man armor. To them it’s classified as a weapon.”

“So did you? Give it to them, I mean,”I asked.

“Not a chance in hell,”he said. “The thing is, they think my tech’s not safe anymore. And to make things worse…people are trying to duplicate the Iron Man suit.”

“But they don’t succeed,”I guessed.

“They didn’t. Until the other day, when somebody arrived in Monaco with a nearly perfect arc reactor.”

I knit my brows. Suddenly my food seemed less interesting. “What are we gonna do?”

“’We’?”Tony questioned. “Oh no, kid. Not we. Me. It’s my tech, my company, my problem. You have nothing to do with it. Just 'cause you ranked on the genius level for every IQ test you've taken doesn't mean you have to get involved. So don't."

I pressed my lips together. This conversation was over.

A small beep sounded. Tony glanced at his phone and stood. "I gotta go to the bathroom for a while."

"I don't think you've even touched your food," I couldn't help but comment.

"Yeah, well, I'll finish it when I get back, so in the meantime, don't nibble off of it or anything." He walked towards the restrooms. I noticed him pulling out a small vial as he went.

All I'd managed to get from this entire forced bonding session was that maybe Tony wasn't telling me everything. He wasn't lying, I decided. Just keeping a few secrets.

And something else. I still wasn't sure if he could completely protect both of us forever. If there really were people like Vanko out there who would stop at nothing to take Tony down, then I was in danger too. I had to come up with a plan that was both a defense mechanism--and a contingency procedure that ensured Tony would be safe even if Iron Man had somehow been defeated or compromised.

The first idea I got was the simplest and most dangerous.

But damn if it didn't sound like fun.


Hey! So, it's me, and I'm back and swinging with new updates to Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction! :D


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.

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