Chapter 18
Daisy awoke from a nap to find Mrs. Stark watching her.
“I’m sorry dear.” The older woman said “I was just thinking…”
“About your children?” Daisy asked.
“Yes… more so in your current state.”
Daisy felt her slightly showing baby bump.
“Have you given any thought to what you’re going to name the baby?” Stark asked.
“Well… yeah, actually. I had this friend. He… he died… trying to save me. We called him ‘Trip’, because his last name was ‘Triplett’ but his first name was Antoine. That’s what I plan to name it if it’s a boy.”
“And if it’s a girl?”
“Antoinette…”
“You’ll have your own Tony running around…”
“I didn’t actually think of that…” Daisy said with a laugh. “Maybe I’ll spell it with an I if we decided to call them that.”
“We?”
“I refuse to give up hope in Scott.”
“It’s been a good five days since you got here.” Mrs. Stark said, getting up.
“Our friend Fitz had himself frozen for decades to find us. Scott… he’d do just the same.”
“Well… I one can only hope.” Stark said as she walked out.
Three days passed. Fitz was brought down to work with Scott while Jemma and Fury were kept locked in separate quarters several decks up.
“You’re sure about this?” Fitz asked for the millionth time.
Scott just looked at him and glared.
“Maveth…” was all Scott said to shut his friend up.
Peirce and The Director, along with Xavier, were waiting in the council room. Scott and Fitz rolled their project into the room under cloth.
“What did I say about embellishments?” The Director asked.
“There’s a difference between embellishment as surprise…” Scott said as he yanked the cloth away.
They’d been successful in integrating the various bits of scrap metal into a suit the pair better recognized as an Iron Man suit. The only difference was the relocation of the ARC reactor to the waist and the head.
“What’s the with helmet?” Peirce asked.
“Well, we didn’t have access to the kind of tech we needed to replicate the helmet” Fitz explained “So we went with Plexiglass.”
“Well, maybe today might just be the day we can all wake up from this nightmare…”
“Tell me about it…” Scott said.
“You ready for this?” The Director asked.
“An’t got much of a choice, now do I?”
“Good luck Scott” Fitz said as he was led to rejoin his wife.
Scott climbed into the suit and began its power up sequence.
“Everything looks good… I think we can get this show on the road.” Scott said, taking the suit’s helmet off.
“Good to hear.” Peirce said before turning to the guards. “Get him up to the flight deck with Agent Logan.”