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MISTER STARK!

"Luggage?"

"You really don't-"

"It's okay."

She sighs and hands him her carry on, rolling the suitcase behind her.

"Okay. So. Here's how we're going to do this. I was stupid, and I didn't feel like grabbing the SUV because I had this car hidden in the-well, parked out front. But, fear not, I called the chopper over and it's landing in some poor sod's yard nearby. So I'll have the suit put your stuff in there and it'll meet us back at your place."

May nods.

"It's okay Mister Stark-this car's cooler."

He grins.

"Cool. Great. Okay."

Tony looks around to see how many shocked people he'll have to deal with, and takes his old suit from the trunk. He opens up the brief case and a dust cloud rises, making him cough. He smiles, nostalgia sweeping over him. It was still a little busted up, the suit unfolding around him. He fiddles around with the touch screen on his arm and steps out of it.

"OH. MY. GOD. Isn't that the suit you fought the Hammer things in-and then you did the thing and I was a kid and you saved me from the thing?"
Tony grins.

"Yeah. Except you're still a kid."

"Oh come on..."

The engineer plants a small device inside the helmet of the suit and latches it back on.

People were starting to whisper.

Hurry up...

"Alright JARV, you in there bud?"

"Hello, Mister Stark."

"Everything working in there?"

"Yes sir. Ready when you are."

"Good. I've put a transp-I gave you a thingy so you should be able to remotely pilot the thing. Take the luggage to the helicopter. FRIDAY will tell you where."

"Of course."

The suit clumsily walks up to May, hand outstretched, it's movement choppy and robotic. It nearly steps on her.

"May I, madame?"

"Uh, sure. Thank you...?"

"JARVIS."

"Right. Jarvis."

Peter puts his small suitcase in the suit's other hand and they use the remaining space in the trunk for their carry ons.

A woman starts toward them excitedly.

Tony stiffens.

"Okay guys, in the car. Like, now."

The two clamber in the back seat.

"J, what are the thrusters at?"

"Only five percent power, sir."

"Okay, should be just enough. Seeya later."

"Goodbye."

The thrusters fire and Tony's reminded of how loud the old ones were.

Ugh...

A weird, familiar smell fills the air as he watches the suit blast away.

I hope to god he doesn't drop them...

"Oh my god are you Tony Stark?"

The woman shrieks.

"Okay, that's our cue."

He waves as the car speeds away from the curb and out of there before anyone else comes after them.

"By the way, I got everybody food. Bruce?"

"Yeah."

The scientist reaches to the back and hands out everyone's food, noticing Tony had only ordered for May and Peter.

"Awwwww Mister Stark you ordered my sandwich!"

"Did I get it right!"

"It's perfect!"

They grin.

"So, how was it you guys?"

"It was great! Mister Stark I met a cow! Her name was Eloise, and-what?"

May grinned and Tony and Bruce were laughing.

"You guys, cows are surprisingly sweet. She helped me with my math homework."

"You were doing math homework??" Tony asked, incredulous.

"Um...yeah."

"But it's a vacation."

"Yeah, but-I was trying to be responsible."

Tony gives him a weird look, is glared at by May and turns back around.

"Okay. Fair enough. Good job, kid."

The entire ride home, Peter yammers on about the cow, about the food and all the people he met, how he had a sip of whiskey-and it was at that point that Tony yelled at him. But that was after congratulating him on the first step of passage into manhood. Not those words exactly, but...you get the point. May fell asleep almost as soon as they hit the highway.