Novel & Cerita Tony Stark Homecoming

His eyes were small and calculating and his smile was necessary and clipped. Surely, Charlie had stuttered a little before she got the hang of actually communicating with him without embarrassing herself. Charlie had almost called Deedah out of panic to ask for advice on how to be not so... Stupid. She is still clutching her phone as she ushers Tristan in. He drops his overnight bag close to the door. He nods politely at Charlie before his eyes glance around until it lands on the bulky figure on Charlie's couch. Tristan's eyes narrow before he storms over to where he sits and smacks him on his shoulder... Hard. Charlie stifles a laugh as Bulky yelps loudly before turning around.

She is so shocked that she’s not even reacting. And coming out of the office I say to Stark: "We're back on business, my boy!"

Then a whisper came from beneath it. “Welcome home, little heir.”

It was still there in the back of my mind, the way he died also playing on and on in my head but with Aiden around, I was feeling a bit better. “Then I want to go to Tuscany. Me and you” I finally concluded and he stopped massaging my scalp. I opened my eyes to look at him. “Then when we return, we'll be heading to our new home where we can spend everyday without fear of getting attacked by Elena or Damien” he went on and I nodded in return. “It'll be peaceful and lovely. Just you and me” I whispered while I imagined us starting over in a new place and he leaned forward, kissing me on the lips before standing up.

He held her patiently as she sobbed. "It is okay. It is good to have you back!" Rowan said gently. "Lorrie, your parents died in an accident, and you were lost in the countryside. We tried so hard to find you. You are the treasure of the Torres family. We won't let anyone hurt you!" Just then, a greying man entered the bedroom. It was Aldo Torres, the owner of Universe Group in Vagow. His presence had the power to frighten an entire city.

I didn't realize that until I turned to him. "Deal." I said and I turned straight to the TV again. My body froze when Ares slowly creeped his hand to mine. My body went numb when he's successfully holding it. I really want to push his hand so bad or maybe get mad at him but I can't. Some part of me wants to give him a chance even though another part of me hating it. "What do you like about Tony Stark?" He asked and I turned to him slowly. "He's realistic and I love that. He's smart even though he's arrogant." I answered as I looked into his eyes.

Adrian and he were definitely friends and cared about each other, even if they gave each other near constant shit. At last, Tony reached their spot. He was so cold that even the walk from the water to their stuff under the summer sun did nary a thing to warm him up. It wasn't until he laid down on his Captain America towel(He was a Marvel fan, ok?) that the warmth of the sand started to melt the ice in his bones. His towel was as warm and soft as the sand under it

I forgot where I was for a second. "I need to get you out of here," he said. I tried to say something but stopped when I heard someone come in. "What the fuck is going on? Who are you?" mustache man yelled. Oh shit... Tony's facial expression hardened. He looked like he was ready to kill that man. "I am here to take Summer home," he said. "Oh, is that right? And how do you plan on doing that, kid?" mustache man grinned and got his gun out.

The wind whipped my hair. "They love you," Armano said, coming up behind me. "They love the gold," I corrected. "And the fact that I blew up the destroyers. I'm a populist hero. It’s a heavy burden, but someone has to carry it." We walked down the ramp. Stark was there, waiting with a security detail. He looked at the *Chimera*, then at Armano, then at me. A genuine smile broke out on his face. "Welcome home, Your Majesties," he said.

"I don't have a home. He threw me out. He's living there with his girlfriend now." "Girlfriend?" "Fiancée. They're getting married next month. Right after our divorce is final." The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Tony was quiet for a moment, studying my face. "Get in the car." "What?" "Get in the car. You can't sit out here all night." "I have nowhere to go." "Then you'll come with me." I shook my head. "I can't. I don't even know you." "My name is Tony Stark. I'm 35 years old. I own Stark Industries. I have a mansion in Upper East Side, and I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you." He opened the passenger door. "What's your name?"