Howard and Anthony Stark

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Howard nodded a little, sitting up more.
“Then let’s go get some food. What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”, he said, looking down at his son, trying to find out what he wanted.

“Just some soup,” Tony replied. “Not sure I’ll keep much else down.” He started to sit up himself, ready to follow his dad downstairs to make food. “Well…. maybe a grilled cheese sandwich, too.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, gathering his strength so he could push himself to his feet.

Howard was up more quick, standing to help Tony up as he saw that he tried to.
“I can go get it, Tony. You don’t have to. It’s okay, you can stay here and I’ll go make it for you. That’s not a problem to me.”, he mumbled quietly, looking at his son, looking at the stubbornness looking back.

Tony considered arguing, but he felt so weak, and so he lay back on the bed and nodded. “You’re gonna have to let me start doing things on my own sometime,” he replied in a low voice.

“Some time yes.”, Howard said shortly, raking his fingers through his son’s hair, before he got down to the kitchen, making some soup for Tony, also getting some painkillers and the grilled cheese sandwich that his son had wanted, bringing it all up with some water to Tony, setting it down on the nightstand.
“Hope this is alright, I haven’t set the kitchen on fire, either.”

Tony smiled a little when Howard said he didn’t set the kitchen on fire. “That’s good,” he murmured as he picked up the sandwich. He ate slowly, making his way through all the food he’d requested in about half an hour before taking the painkillers and drinking some of the water.

Howard was glad that Tony ate at least, he just sat there, looking around. As he saw him finish the food and taking the painkillers, he smiled at him.
“Feelin’ a bit better now, mh?”, he asked softly, just wanting the younger to be okay again. That’s about all he wanted, but he knew it would take a lot of time.

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There was a plain manila envelope left with SHEILD, to do with as they wished. Tony had, though his obsessive hacking, found a file labled H.S. and curiosity seemed to ‘kill the engineer’, as it were. He sat on the info for weeks, as he had far too much to deal with, raising a daughter and running a company. He had no idea how to react.

Finally, he included photos of the bits of his life that would have been important, and that he hoped howard might care about. Funny thing, how becomeing a father yourself lets you see things differently.

His wedding photos, the funeral invitations naming Mrs. Stark as the honored, the family photos of the three of them, and then the two of them. There were of course his exploits as Iron Man and his strides in turning the face of the company from death to creation. Beyond that there was just a short note.

“Papà, ho capito adesso, credo. Che dici a una bibita per lavare via il sangue cattivo?”

Howard should have no trouble finding Tony, should he deside to act on said package.

Howard had sat a while over the things out of that package. He had sat there, drinking wine, thinking about just how he would be able to walk back into his sons life without breaking him apart.

Because that was usually what he did. Breaking people that he cared for. It wasn’t easy, really, to cope with all these things, but right now, he was on the way to Tony’s current residence, the house in Malibu, where he was driving in a cab up the hills, stopping in front of the house. 

Howard really didn’t know how Tony would react on him, but he was willing to try. Willing to make up for things. Just like Tony deserved it. So the older Stark paid the driver, walking over to the front door and rang, waiting for his son to open.

Tony looked bedraggled as the door opened but when he saw his father he tried his best to string himself back up. “I was hoping you’d come…I know you wont believe me but you have no idea how good it is to see you…” There was a huge relief in his voice as he stepped aside to let the man inside. “Some of the things in the envelope i left you have…well…changed.” He said as he walked through the foyer into the kitchen with his father. “Come on…we’ll talk over a scotch?”

Howard looked at Tony as his son opened the door, seeing the face of him told him a lot more than Tony might have thought. He sighed inausible, listening to his words, before he walked into the house, thanking Tony quietly for letting him in.

As he mentioned the envelope and the changes, Howard frowned, looking at the younger Stark, following him though.
“Sounds like an idea.. What happened?”, he asked, wanting Tony to know that he knew something was going on there.

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Howard nodded a little, sitting up more.
“Then let’s go get some food. What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”, he said, looking down at his son, trying to find out what he wanted.

“Just some soup,” Tony replied. “Not sure I’ll keep much else down.” He started to sit up himself, ready to follow his dad downstairs to make food. “Well…. maybe a grilled cheese sandwich, too.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, gathering his strength so he could push himself to his feet.

Howard was up more quick, standing to help Tony up as he saw that he tried to.
“I can go get it, Tony. You don’t have to. It’s okay, you can stay here and I’ll go make it for you. That’s not a problem to me.”, he mumbled quietly, looking at his son, looking at the stubbornness looking back.

Tony considered arguing, but he felt so weak, and so he lay back on the bed and nodded. “You’re gonna have to let me start doing things on my own sometime,” he replied in a low voice.

“Some time yes.”, Howard said shortly, raking his fingers through his son’s hair, before he got down to the kitchen, making some soup for Tony, also getting some painkillers and the grilled cheese sandwich that his son had wanted, bringing it all up with some water to Tony, setting it down on the nightstand.
“Hope this is alright, I haven’t set the kitchen on fire, either.”

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There was a plain manila envelope left with SHEILD, to do with as they wished. Tony had, though his obsessive hacking, found a file labled H.S. and curiosity seemed to ‘kill the engineer’, as it were. He sat on the info for weeks, as he had far too much to deal with, raising a daughter and running a company. He had no idea how to react.

Finally, he included photos of the bits of his life that would have been important, and that he hoped howard might care about. Funny thing, how becomeing a father yourself lets you see things differently.

His wedding photos, the funeral invitations naming Mrs. Stark as the honored, the family photos of the three of them, and then the two of them. There were of course his exploits as Iron Man and his strides in turning the face of the company from death to creation. Beyond that there was just a short note.

“Papà, ho capito adesso, credo. Che dici a una bibita per lavare via il sangue cattivo?”

Howard should have no trouble finding Tony, should he deside to act on said package.

Howard had sat a while over the things out of that package. He had sat there, drinking wine, thinking about just how he would be able to walk back into his sons life without breaking him apart.

Because that was usually what he did. Breaking people that he cared for. It wasn’t easy, really, to cope with all these things, but right now, he was on the way to Tony’s current residence, the house in Malibu, where he was driving in a cab up the hills, stopping in front of the house. 

Howard really didn’t know how Tony would react on him, but he was willing to try. Willing to make up for things. Just like Tony deserved it. So the older Stark paid the driver, walking over to the front door and rang, waiting for his son to open.

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Howard nodded a little, sitting up more.
“Then let’s go get some food. What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”, he said, looking down at his son, trying to find out what he wanted.

“Just some soup,” Tony replied. “Not sure I’ll keep much else down.” He started to sit up himself, ready to follow his dad downstairs to make food. “Well…. maybe a grilled cheese sandwich, too.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, gathering his strength so he could push himself to his feet.

Howard was up more quick, standing to help Tony up as he saw that he tried to.
“I can go get it, Tony. You don’t have to. It’s okay, you can stay here and I’ll go make it for you. That’s not a problem to me.”, he mumbled quietly, looking at his son, looking at the stubbornness looking back.

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Howard chuckled quietly.
“Just sleep, Tony. I’m here and I’m a good pillow.”, he said softly, running his fingers through the other’s hair.

Tony rested his head on Howard’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist. He didn’t say anything as his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

Howard just continued to hold his son, soon falling asleep himself, his head resting on the pillow, his arm wrapped around Tony, to keep him safe like he promised.

Tony slept comfortably for a few hours. He woke in his father’s arms, smiling as he stayed still so he didn’t wake Howard. The warmth of his body had helped keep him warm, and he hadn’t had any nightmares yet, which was a good thing.

Howard woke up shortly after, looking over to Tony to meet his gaze, smiling a little, yawning.
“That wasn’t planned.. Uh. Did you sleep well? Do you want to eat something, maybe?”

“I slept fine.” Tony smiled at his father. “I guess you were tired, too. And I could go for some food.”

Howard nodded a little, sitting up more.
“Then let’s go get some food. What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”, he said, looking down at his son, trying to find out what he wanted.

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Maria bit her bottom lip as she debated telling him. “They…….wanted to use me to hurt Tony. Turn me into a living weapon that he wouldn’t be able to fight against.”

Howard listened, blinking then, sighing. “That… isn’t good. And why are you here now? I mean… I appreciate it, really. But why did they let you go?”, he asked, looking at her, watching her.

A small smile slid onto her face. “They didn’t let me leave. I escaped. I found out their plans and i got free.” she told him. “At first I thought they were just being weird nice people, but i hacked one of their computers and….well they weren’t as nice as i thought.” she told with a frown.

“You hacked a computer?”, Howard asked, looking at his wife in wonder. “How did you do that? Not even I am able to hack one of anyone’s computers. I’m glad to get into a wi-fi connection.”

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Maria closed her eyes just to silently revel in his presence once more. When he spoke she opened her eyes and smile softly. “but here i am. and i’m not going anywhere…..not again.” she told.

“Good… Good.”, he said quietly, looking down at her.
“So… What have you been doing in those years? Where are you living?”, he asked softly, looking at her, tilting his head a bit.

“Well……i was um…..living in a lab” she told. she was a little hesitant about telling him what was done to her to bring her back and what the scientists were wanting her to do. 

“A… lab?”, Howard asked, looking puzzled now. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”, he queried then, just watching her in a certain way. He knew her back then when she had looked just like this. And the face she pulled was exactly her wondering if she should tell him something or not. “Maria?”

Maria looked down, not able to make eye contact. “I really was dead Howard.” she began slowly. “but these….men. they got my body…..and they sort of recreated me. I was kept there for all those years.” she told, she couldn’t tell him why they had brought her back, that would be way to much.

Why would they do such thing? Howard didn’t know but he also didn’t want to ask.
“Are you alright, Maria? Did something happen?”, he asked quietly, softly, worry in his voice. He just wanted her to be okay. That was all.

Maria bit her bottom lip as she debated telling him. “They…….wanted to use me to hurt Tony. Turn me into a living weapon that he wouldn’t be able to fight against.”

Howard listened, blinking then, sighing. “That… isn’t good. And why are you here now? I mean… I appreciate it, really. But why did they let you go?”, he asked, looking at her, watching her.

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Howard chuckled quietly.
“Just sleep, Tony. I’m here and I’m a good pillow.”, he said softly, running his fingers through the other’s hair.

Tony rested his head on Howard’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist. He didn’t say anything as his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

Howard just continued to hold his son, soon falling asleep himself, his head resting on the pillow, his arm wrapped around Tony, to keep him safe like he promised.

Tony slept comfortably for a few hours. He woke in his father’s arms, smiling as he stayed still so he didn’t wake Howard. The warmth of his body had helped keep him warm, and he hadn’t had any nightmares yet, which was a good thing.

Howard woke up shortly after, looking over to Tony to meet his gaze, smiling a little, yawning.
“That wasn’t planned.. Uh. Did you sleep well? Do you want to eat something, maybe?”

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Maria closed her eyes just to silently revel in his presence once more. When he spoke she opened her eyes and smile softly. “but here i am. and i’m not going anywhere…..not again.” she told.

“Good… Good.”, he said quietly, looking down at her.
“So… What have you been doing in those years? Where are you living?”, he asked softly, looking at her, tilting his head a bit.

“Well……i was um…..living in a lab” she told. she was a little hesitant about telling him what was done to her to bring her back and what the scientists were wanting her to do. 

“A… lab?”, Howard asked, looking puzzled now. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”, he queried then, just watching her in a certain way. He knew her back then when she had looked just like this. And the face she pulled was exactly her wondering if she should tell him something or not. “Maria?”

Maria looked down, not able to make eye contact. “I really was dead Howard.” she began slowly. “but these….men. they got my body…..and they sort of recreated me. I was kept there for all those years.” she told, she couldn’t tell him why they had brought her back, that would be way to much.

Why would they do such thing? Howard didn’t know but he also didn’t want to ask.
“Are you alright, Maria? Did something happen?”, he asked quietly, softly, worry in his voice. He just wanted her to be okay. That was all.