Unknown Story's | Re-write

[+ Part 1 +]

The soft beam on the full moon shone through the sage-green curtains, reflecting off the ice in the avengers glasses.
The god of thunders laugh boomed across the whole room as he watched his teammates try to pick up his godly hammer for the second time.
"Okay, okay...you win." The captain said, throwing his hands up, level to his head in a surrender.
"Haha...I knew it!" Thor cheered, with a Pat on the back.
"Y'know...just to- like...put it out there. You're incredibly loud, mate. Turn it down a tone." The man with the glowing blue light shining threw his shirt said, across the room, as he poured himself another drink.
"Right you are, man of iron!" Natasha Romanoff mocked the long haired blonde.
"I do not sound like tha-"
Ding.
A message alert tone came from across the room, right where Tony stood.
"Who's that- Ey?" Bruce turned his body around in his chair.
"A pretty lady? Pepper?" He added on.
"No...much more- serious. Rhodey, get over here." The Stark said as he snapped his fingers, followed by a point to the floor next to him.
"For fuck sake..." Rhodes mumbled as he stood himself up with a huff. "Continue."

"What is it, stank?" The war machine asked as he stood with his arms crossed.
"Uhhh- how do I say this..."He mumbled.
"My father has uhh- sent me a nice, reassuring message." He finished.
"Your- your dad?" Rhodey questioned.
"Well, show me."
Tony hesitantly showed his best-friends his phone.
The message read.

"Dear Tony,

Me, your mother, brother and sister are coming to your tower tomorrow. I would like to see you join us for tea, back at the house.
You will have no choice but to come, for if you refuse, I will personally make your skin my own iron man suit.

From,
Howard."

"Shit...fuck-! What are you gonna do?" Rhodey asked, in a panic.
"Nothing." Tony shrugged.
"I mean...cmon. He won't actually do that. I'll just- keep this story hidden, isn't that how we used to say it?" He said, in an obvious fake cheerful voice.
"Some story's are made to be hidden, stark. But not this one."     Rhodey spoke with a blunt tone as he poured his drink.
"Okay but, in my defence- my dads 'episode' was when I was like- 15? Do I have to see him...?"
"Yep!"