"Do you want me to come in with you?" Tony asked, walking around the car to meet me.
I shook my head. "No, that's okay. I'll be fine..."
I was returning to school and I think Tony was more nervous than I was. He gave me a small smile and kissed my forehead, which earned an embarrassed glare from me. He got back in the driver's seat and I began walking toward the school. There were a lot of kids still outside talking amongst themselves. I looked around and saw him still parked, watching me, and waved my hand for him to leave.
"Victoria, here, let me help you." Peter ran over to me and took my backpack from me.
"Oh, thanks." I smiled as he slung my bag over his free shoulder.
"How are your ribs?"
"Still sore, and I'm really bruised now, but getting better slowly."
Peter carried my bag all the way to my classroom for me.
"Who was that?" Lily asked as she sat next to me with a smirk on her face.
"Why the smirk?" She shrugged. "He's just a friend!"
"Okay, okay. How are you feeling? I heard what happened. Bridgette is such a bully."
I began taking my books out. "Getting better each day. I'm just glad they all got punished for it, and guess what, Bridgette was cut from the play!"
"No way! That's awesome. Now you can really shine!"
I laughed, then class begun.
Tony's POV
I waited in my car, despite Victoria's desperate attempts to shoo me away, and watched as Peter took her bag for her. I grinned. Peter was a good kid, and I was glad Victoria had someone like him to look up to. When the two of them disappeared in the school, I pulled out my phone and brought up the photo of Jacob Eisenhower; the asshole that hurt Victoria. After I learned the kid's first name, I did my research and found out who he is, and I was waiting for him.
Finally, I saw the kid. He was walking with a group of people, laughing like he hadn't just been suspended for physically hurting another person, a little girl nonetheless.
I stepped out of the car quickly and walked around the car. "Hey Jacob!" I yelled.
The kid turned around and shock plastered over his face. "Holy shit! You're Tony Stark!"
"And you," I removed my sunglasses. "Are an asshole."
I pressed a button on my bracelet and red and gold metal began crawling up my arm and, soon, surrounded my entire body. By this point, nearly everyone was staring and Jacob looked like he'd just seen a ghost. Good.
I walked up to him slowly, the metal heavy on the ground as I stepped, and stared down at him.
"S-sir, I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about I—"
"You know exactly why I'm here," I growled, and he gulped. "Victoria... Stark." I emphasized the 'K'.
"Jacob!" A blonde girl emerged from the group of people that were now crowding around us.
"You didn't tell me her dad was Iron Man!" Jacob yelled back at the girl. I assumed that was Bridgette.
I took the collar of the boy's shirt in my fist and pulled him toward me. He stared up at me with fear in his eyes. I powered my jets and swiftly carried the boy by the back of his shirt into the air. He screamed as I towered over the crowd of people and he hung from my grip about fifteen feet off the ground.
"You lay a finger on my daughter again, and I will personally hunt you down and feed you to the Hulk!"
Victoria's POV
I was listening intently as my teacher taught us about animals - in particular, penguins - when some commotion from the hall caught all of our attention. The teacher walked to the door, opened it up, and some kids could be seen running down the hall. I looked out the window to my right and saw a huge crowd of people surrounding something, and looked up to see Tony in his suit holding... Jacob? Oh God.
I stood up quickly, my chair screeching behind me, and ran for the door.
"Victoria where are you—"
"Sorry Miss, I have some business that needs attention!" I pushed out of the classroom and sprinted down the hall until I reached the front door.
I ran outside and stared up at Tony and Jacob, who was dangling from Tony's grip, then ran down the stairs and toward the crowd of people.
"Excuse me, sorry, coming through..." I squeezed my way through. When I made it to the middle of the circle, I looked up at the unbelievable scene playing out in front of me. "Tony!"
He looked down. "Oh shit." I heard him mumble under his helmet. He lowered himself to the ground and Jacob fell onto his hands and knees, quickly scooting away from Tony.
He landed in front of me and retracted his mask. "Victoria, I can explain."
"You are humiliating me." I said through gritted teeth.
"What is going on out here?!" A voice yelled from behind me. I turned around to see Principle McDonald, and felt my stomach do backflips.
"Sir, I can explain."
He sighed and moved his hand a certain way which made all of the students around us begin crowding into the school, leaving just Jacob, Tony and I.
"My office, please."
We followed him inside and I walked embarrassingly next to Tony with Jacob following behind us. I looked back at him, he glared up at me, and I shot him a smirk. As humiliated as I was of the scene tony caused, I did appreciate Jacob being taught a lesson.
We arrived at the principle's office and Mr. McDonald had Tony and I sit on the right side of his desk and Jacob further to the left. He sat behind his desk and let out a sigh. Tony tried to get comfortable as his armour was too wide to fit in the chair.
"Mister Stark, would you like to begin?"
Tony made a face. "I don't see the issue."
"Why were you dangling one of my students from their shirt fifteen feet off the ground?"
"Because he hurt my daughter. I assume you're aware of this because you suspended him for a day, which wasn't enough if you ask me." Tony mumbled on.
Mr. McDonald leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "Mister Stark, in my school we promote the use of words over violence."
"And I promote getting back at the douche bag that hurt my daughter."
I could tell Tony was getting heated, and decided I should step in. "Mister McDonald, I truly apologize for my father causing a scene this morning," Tony shot me a look of confusion. "But, I don't disagree with him standing up for me. He's my dad, and I wouldn't suspect anything less from him."
Mr. McDonald smiled a little. "You're a bright kid, Stark." He said to me. "And you," he looked at Tony. "You're a mad man, but I admire your priorities."
We were finally allowed to leave, and just as we walked through the door, Tony grabbed Jacobs sleeve and flared into his eyes, pulling him close.
"I'm not kidding asshole, you touch, speak or even look at my daughter again and I won't hesitate to hunt you down." He snarled. "I'm not afraid to go back to jail."
Jacob nodded. "Yes sir." And as soon as Tony released his sleeve, he speeded down the hall.
I walked alongside Tony in the opposite direction. "You went to jail?"
"That's a story for another day."