* HALF AGONY, HALF HOPE !

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Hearing that all was well with Pepper had relief coursing through his veins. Even though he and Pepper weren’t married any more didn’t mean he stopped worrying about them. They were his family and he would always worry about them. “Okay, good,” was all he could say, moving to sit on one of the chairs. He was honestly surprised to see Morgan there. She grew up so fast and it felt like he’d missed out on so much. But that was the decision he and Pepper had made, and he knew it was for the best. Tony still missed his little girl and the times they did spend together were never enough,  but somehow he made it work. And now she was there in the workshop. It had him wondering if something was wrong or if she was just in the city and wanted to see him. He’d told her she was always welcome there and had even told FRIDAY that whenever she was in the building to let her know where he was.

“I missed you, too, kiddo,” he told her, motioning for her to come closer. The workshop was a bit of a mess but that was because he was working on multiple projects at once. He hadn’t been expecting visitors and now that Morgan was there he knew she was probably going to have a lot of questions. “Just like old times, huh? You helping me out? I’ve just been working on some upgrades for one of the suits so come over and let’s see what we can do together.”

Morgan tried to spend as much time as possible with her father but the older she got the more it seemed other things got in the way. There was school, her mother, her friends, working on her suit- something Pepper had all but put her foot down on, leading to Morgan sneaking around, working on it at odd times of the day and night or whenever Pepper was working or elsewhere. It had taken a lot of long nights, falling asleep during school, working just as hard to make up for it so her mother wouldn’t find out. 

Her face lights up at the prospect of working with her father again, something they hadn’t done in the the longest time and she beams at him, walking around his workshop as she begins to examine and fiddle with all the tools layed out and the projects scattered across the room before finally turning to her father. “ It’s a wonder you get anything done with a mess like this. “ she teases, but she’d bet any money he knew exactly where everything was. 

@oblitcm​ liked the startercall // for kyra

A   SIGH   ESCAPED   HER   LIPS   AS   SHE   MOVED   HER   HANDS   THROUGH   HER   HAIR.            sometimes   she   just   hates   to   be   a   vampire,   the   lonely   feeling   what’s   dominate   the   happy   feelings.   she   looked   up   when   she   heard   the   door   open   and   close   right   after.     -                   eyes   blinking   surprised   as   she   watched   the   female.      ‘’ what   are   you   doing   here? ‘’

Angel looked at the woman once he stepped out of the car. The undead man didn’t know what to say. She was alive, she was alive and in front of him. But he also didn’t know what to do, everything felt awkward…he had gone through the grief and despair of living in a world without her and now she was back.

But what came after that? What came next? He closed the door behind him, his coat billowing in the wind behind as he walked over to her. “Buffy..” God he wanted to kiss her, all this time; all the changes he had went through since they had seen each other last and now he felt like he was the same person that had been the one who was forcing himself to leave Sunnydale.

Angel glanced down at her, and without a word his hand brushed against her cheek softly. “Buffy.” he said quietly, tilting his head to the side for a moment. “You’re…alive.”

" Angel— " she breathes, hand coming up to brush against his own as it brushes her cheek. She swallows thickly, head shaking. " Yeah, alive and kickin'. " she comments dryly, head shaking. She didn't know what to say to him, the unspoken unfortunately on the tip of her tongue lingers between them. She doesn't know how to tell him she wished she wasn't, that she had been at peace for the first time in her life, she'd never regretted her decision. Instead, she averts her gaze gesturing towards the door of the café with her head. 

" Shall we go inside? " she murmurs quietly, not waiting for his response before she turns her back, walking through the door and sliding into one of the booths along the side. There were so many thoughts, so many feelings running through her mind but the most prominent was that one thing hadn't changed, sitting across from Angel, there was still that electricity that tingled under her skin, she still cared for him despite everything else, and seeing him, she almost feels disappointment. 

 Disappointment because she's not the same Buffy— because everything was different. She can still feel Spike on her skin, shudders at the thought. She'd come back wrong, somehow, she had and sitting across from Angel she feels it more than ever. His presence has always been a comfort, even now but he was no longer hers, it was no longer something she could let herself have. 

The young man rolled his eyes, the woman was clearly not okay but she was also hiding things. “I don’t have anything better on my plate.” the teen hero said stubbornly. She could get like this times, and he knew he should be used to it. God she sounded like her- no he wasn’t going to go there. “You can either let me help or I can go get pepper.” he replied stubbornly.

“I can’t just let you slip away, because then my pay check slips away,” Happy replied dryly. He was honestly not having a great time and he had a weird feeling this was some kind of payback from his boss for something he hadn’t figured out yet: Last week when he scratched the Bentley maybe? Only Tony knew, he supposed, but damn was this hard. Dealing with anyone from his family was hard enough under normal circumstances, but trying to find one who didn’t want to be watched was like trying to catch a greased eel.

Sighing, he pressed his fingers to his temples, “I am very aware that you are far more likely to take down an attacker than me, but your brother asked me to do this. I can’t just sit in the lobby, I’m sorry.”

He really was, more for himself than her though. Nadia Stark was a formidable woman and genius, but her and Tony seemed to be head and head when it came to stubbornness. Relenting just a little- he wasn’t exactly a passive guy himself but he could see when he was flogging a dead horse- he nodded at the building, “in a way that won’t result in me being tortured for information, what is it you have to do in there?”

“Why the long face?”

For a moment he thought about asking if he’d missed something. Even though he knew Morgan lived with Pepper and even though he knew that she was old enough where she didn’t need to come visit him because of the court orders, he still thought about asking her if he’d missed their scheduled time together. Except at the last moment he remembered that she was old enough to not need that any more. So why was she there? Had something happened? Nothing in the news told him there were problems and Tony knew FRIDAY would’ve said something if it had. All of this just confused him and he motioned for her to come into the workshop. The work he’d been working on could easily wait. Not when his daughter seemed to need him. “Did something happen that I didn’t know about? Your mom doing okay?”

@oblitcm // morgan stark