forum Marvel RP 5//5 CLOSED

Started December 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Where did Morgan go?" Chesh asked Owen. "Did she get hurt in the fight?"

Owen looked at he and shrugged a bit. he actually didn't well know where she would go.

Chesh bit her lip. She wasn't hurt was she? Should she go find her? "I'm going to find Morgan." Chesh said walking out of the room.

Owen walked after chesh and when he caught up to her he put his hand on her shoulder.

Chesh jumped when Owen put his hand on her shoulder. She breathed a sigh of relive when she realized it was him. "Hey Owen. Do you need anything?" She asked.

He bit his lip. so many things he wanted help with, so many things he needed help with, so many of them left him the way he was. So many of them were the reason he couldn't talk. He just looked at her biting his lip trying to think.

Tony sighed, "More armor is more protection" he reminded her, "Don't you remove it, Mor" he said, peering at her work, "Huh, never thought about that," he muttered about one of her improvements, more to himself than anything else

"You do realize that I have the durability of Cap and Thor right?" Morgan quipped, sighing. This was a discussion they has at least once a month. She could predict exactly what he was going to say, even without reading his mind. "No daughter of mine goes out in a leotard to save the world. Blah blah blah"
She glanced up at him, studying his profile as he muttered to himself, poking at the same things she had been poking at. Suddenly, she wrapped and arm around him and pressed her face into his shoulder, unafraid of the skin to skin contact. Tony had no power for her to take, but his thoughts got loud as hell. "I almost lost it today, daddy." She whispered, ashamed.

Chesh cocked her head. She looked at him with confusion.

Owen looked down then sighed and nodded then walked away in the other direction.

Chesh winced. "Sorry I shouldn't have done that." She said cowering slightly.

Owen nodded then walked towards the stairs to go upstairs. Isolation, always how he coped. Always how he survived. Always how he had been.

Tony blinked, then hugged her back, gently rubbing her back, "Hey, hey, what happened, baby?" He whispered, kissing her head, he felt a smart quip coming to his mind, but forcing it down

Chesh watched Owen go. Oh no. Did she hurt him? Should she go after him?
(Should Chesh follow Owen?)

(Sure)

Owen walked into his room and over to the curtains, he adjusted them so they were neater.

Chesh followed Owen up to him room and knocked to his door. "Owen?" She said.

Tony blinked, then hugged her back, gently rubbing her back, "Hey, hey, what happened, baby?" He whispered, kissing her head, he felt a smart quip coming to his mind, but forcing it down

"I did exactly what you told me not to do." Morgan mumbled into his skin, ready for him to get mad. She wondered if he would want to hear about her bizarre feelings regarding Thomas, but decided against it for now.

Owen turned around and saw Chesh in his doorway. He smiled slightly at her.

"Hey. Are you OK?" Chesh said almost in a Steve like way. He had done this to her a lot when she had felt sad.

Tony sighed, but he didn't get mad, "It's understandable, Mor" he said, "All the more reason for us to finish your suit, huh?" He smiled, caressing her face. His eyes softened, "But that's not all that happened, huh?"

Owen nodded slightly. sure he was ok, now. but he wasn't good, great, or splendid. Just fine, ok, and alright.

Chesh frowned. "I'm not meaning to be rude but are you mute?" Chesh said rubbing the back of her neck.

Owen thought about it for a moment. then nodded. he was mute, in a way. he was psychologically mute, not physically though. He had a voice but he just couldn't use it.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" She said covering her face with her hands.

Morgan huffed. "The suit isn't going to help, Dad. Unless you've figured out how to make it siphon off all the excess" she gestured vaguely to her body frustrated, "–this."
She pulled out of his hug, debating. How would he react to Thomas? He pretty much thought he was a sassy punk kind that was the perfect combination of Nat and Clint. It had been years since they had the talk and how it was a little different since Morgan could literally blow up a city block if her more romantic escapades got…heated. She blushed and looked away. She couldn't even kiss Thomas. That is, if she wanted to. Which she didn't.