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One Who Cries ch 18After the test results are examined and Bruce is finally able to give
them all a conclusive answer, everyone goes their separate ways with
the same thought in their heads. What did this mean for little Toni?
Tony leaves his daughter to her own devices and goes to the bar
upstairs. He pours a drink and wanders out on landing pad. Looking out
over the city he finally allows himself to just think…
What was he going to do?
How was he supposed to handle this all by himself?
He stays outside for a long time and doesn’t come up with any
answers. He finally heads inside to refill his drink and is greeted
instead with the sight of Steve standing behind the bar holding a
steaming mug. When he doesn’t come any closer, Steve gestures to a
second mug sitting on the counter-top that Tony hadn’t noticed.
Tony finally joins Steve at the bar and studies the mug offered to
him. It turns out to be hot chocolate with marshmallows in it. Tony
raises a questioning eyebrow in S
One Who Cries ch 17Toni’s nose chooses this time to sneeze. The three men look in her direction and sheepishly, Toni eases into sight. “I’m sorry.”
Tony walks over and picks her up, “You don’t have to apologize.”
“What’s going on?” Toni asks bluntly.
Tony grasps for an easy answer, “To be honest, we really don’t know yet.”
Toni puts her index finger in her mouth, “Something to do with me?”
Tony plucks her hand away from her face, “Yes, we think it is something to do with you.”
Thinking for a moment, Toni asks, “Will you tell me when you find out what you are looking for?”
“You’ll be the first to know.” Steve answers her before Tony has the chance.
With that Tony sits Toni down to watch TV and the three men gather at the table. Tony has Jarvis page Bruce, Natasha, and Clint. While they wait on them to get there, Tony makes coffee.
Soon all the Avengers are gathered around the
One Who Cries ch 16Thor struts with purpose toward the cell that holds his brother. He has Toni’s drawings tucked under one arm. He feels…he doesn’t know what he feels. He’s worried about his friend’s child. A child who he had grown quite fond of. He hated to think any kind of magic would affect her so negatively.
He also hated to think it was anything other than magic. At least if it was magic it could be fixed.
He barely pauses at the corner of the cell, and takes a deep breath. Loki is sitting against a wall, pretending to read.
“Loki, I must speak with you.” Thor states.
“So glad you could finally visit, brother.” Loki closes his book and side eyes Thor. “What could you possibly wish to speak about?”
“I want you to explain to me why you are tormenting the young Stark.” Thor exclaims.
Loki sighs, “I have no idea who you are referring to.”
“You know exactly. The Man of Iron’s child, you are tormenting
One Who Cries ch 15Thor looks up from the tablet he is holding when Tony rushes into the room followed closely by Steve. “Good afternoon friends.” He greets them.
Tony seems to be shaking slightly, “Can you tell me what these look like to you?”
Tony hands Thor a stack of papers and, raising an eyebrow, Thor looks through them. “These appear to be drawings of my brother. What of it?”
Steve and Tony share a look. Thor frowns at the two of them, a sense of foreboding filling the air, “Who is the artist?”
“My daughter.” Tony answers lowly. “Toni drew those. You know about her nightmares right?”
Thor nods, it hadn’t really been a secret among the group that Toni didn’t sleep well. Tony continues, “She says she dreams about him even though she doesn’t know who he is.”
Thor’s frown deepens, “Could she have seen pictures of him somewhere?”
Steve shakes his head, “There was very little vid
This Weird, Little PlaceWe are part Cherokee
My sister and brother came out fair
And I am just a little darker
Just a little something else
I exist in this strange little zone
Where I have never been white enough
for the places I grew up in
But I am far too pale for the rest
I live in this weird, little place
Where the population
I Want SomethingI want something
I don't know what it is
It's just beyond my vision
It's just outside my door
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
Shining from the corner of my eye
And I go running crazily after it
Trying to find it...I need to find it
It's the shadow 'cross my window
Pounding at my door
I'm banging and slamming walls
Tearing up the foundation
Breaking things to see what's inside
It's there...or there...
I know it's there...I do
Then the world goes silent
And I'm left with the wreckage
And maybe I should worry
And maybe I should, but...
But I never do, or can, or will
Then the world starts shaking
The universe is bright
And I don't know
I wish I did
All I know is...
I want something
Goodbye, idiotWhen you look at me,
you see behind me;
When you listen,
you hear your thoughts.
When you talk to me,
you think I’m changing;
When you’re angry,
you think I’m not.
When I am crying,
you think it’s weakness;
When I am tired,
you ask for more.
When I am lonely,
you talk of leaving;
When I am leaving,
you declare war.