"Harry Hogan."

     "Happy! It's me, Terri," I greeted the chauffeur cheerfully. I'm calling his personal phone yet he's still greeting me with the manner. "Hey, look, are you free right now?"

     "Terry!" he greeted me back. I could feel a smile on his face as he did so. "Yes, I'm totally free right now. Your mother has been locking herself up since yesterday so that makes me pretty much jobless," he rattled on. "What's up?"

     I sighed listening to him reporting about my mother. To say my heart broke about it was an understatement. I really didn't know how to console her and how to tell her the truth. But if I did so, would she believe me? She saw me and Dad and May all together, after all. She'd think I'm lying for the sake of my father. "I don't know how to tell you, Hap. Everything's a bit messy right now."

     "I can see that," he replied after a few seconds. I supposed he was thinking about my family. "You want to talk to Pepper about it? I could call her and-"

     "No," I quickly answered. "I can't....at least, for now," I said frustratingly. "Dad went to Peter Parker's house to recruit him to be on his team. And she saw Parker's aunt, but I didn't know if she's mad at him - and me - for thinking Dad's meeting someone else or because we're lying."

     "Recruit?" Happy asked, more curious about Dad's secret plan rather than about the fact that Dad might be seeing someone else. Or maybe he trusts Dad. "For what?"

     "That's why I can't to talk to her right now. I need you to explain to her about it, Happy. Can you do that for me? And tell her whatever happens to me here, I'm fine, I'm okay. I'm safe here."

     "It sounds so serious," Happy stated with a nervous laugh, like he can't believe I'm talking about it when he's used to seeing the Stark family being all tensed up. "What's happening?"

     "Dad. He's going to fight with his friends." I sighed.

     "Fight? As in-"

     "Fight! Fight! Like they're going for a war!" I yelled. Lucky I am alone in Dad's suite. "I don't know what to do, Happy, but I let him go with Peter. He didn't let me go with him, but he said if anything happens to him, he wants Mom to know that he loves her."

     "It is easier for him to make me say it than make me do it myself. But I'll let her know that," Happy said relunctantly, not because he's not willing to do it, but because it was hard to do it, I understand. Happy has been friends with my parents even before I was born and only God knows how he dealt with my stubborn father. "But do you want her to know where he goes?"

     "Happy...." I can't help but to let out another frustration sigh. "Look, he doesn't want her to know, but....I want her to know. But please try to convince her that I'm fine because I really am. I have a couple of friends here and I'll stay with them while Dad's away."

     "I'll try. You know your mother's pretty stubborn too," Happy said not fully amused, but quite glad to hear from me. "You're a Stark, anyway, right? You know what you're doing."

     I chuckled at his statement. "Yes, except riding the bike."

     This time, I laugh hearing Happy's laugh. "No, you can't regret doing it. I think that's the best trouble you've made so far. And I volunteer myself to teach you how to properly ride the motorcycle next time."

     "Really?!" My eyes went wide with excitement.

     "Why not? You know a bit about the basic already. You can't waste the knowledge just because your father might not be happy if you scratch his Harley Davidson again."

     "You're probably right." I smiled, happy that Happy was on my side.

     "Plus, if he sees you really know how to ride the big bike, I'm a hundred percent sure he'll buy you a new one."

     I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah, but my goal now is to get a car, not yet a motorbike."

     "That's okay. Learn how to do both and you'll get a bonanza."

     I couldn't help but to agree with him and super excited with the encouragement he was giving me. For a man who's as old as my father and was not married and did not have kids, he knew about teenagers a lot. Maybe he had been with me ever since I was born and watched me grew up to be who I am now. Maybe Rhodey knows what I like and doesn't like to eat, but for being a part-time babysitter to me, Happy knows more how I act.

     We said our goodbyes. As soon as I realised that I'm back in my dad's room, I felt empty and lonely. The house was silent that I could hear the tap water leaking in the bathroom from the kitchen I was sitting in. Everything was black and shiny and clean, but I missed the moment when puzzle pieces were scattering all over the floor. This might not be happening in the New Avengers Facilities, but the almost-similar interior reminds me much to our home. Doesn't matter if it's at the Avengers Tower or at Malibu.

     I looked at the time and saw that it was already night. I mean, the world outside was starting to get dark because it was almost seven thirty. I didn't realise that I had been talking to Happy for an hour.

     I didn't know what to do next, but then something came up to my mind:

     If Dad was going, so as Vision.

~•••~

I half ran, half jogged, half jumped, limping towards my destination. My movements - my leg - slowed me down, but I brave myself to jog quicker to get to the room where Vision was before he could go anywhere. Friday told me that he's with Wanda Maximoff. Their relationship was fine. They were cool towards each other, but I didn't know why I didn't feel good if I took a leisure walk to see them tonight.

     The force to my leg really made my bone hurt so bad. If it weren't going to heal even if I had a lot of movements, it might hurt more later on and I might be getting a longer treatment, in which I didn't want. But I can't help to stay on my bed and go to the therapy session when I have other things to worry about.

     Half way there, I was already panting as if I had run a marathon. Sweats were puring down my cheeks and forehead. The regions under my armpit were damped and were stinky. But I felt cold. I felt a chill running down my spine. My right leg felt like it was freezing. It was hard to move.

     I looked down at the tracking device Dad gave me, glad that by this far I knew how to use it without Dad's guidance. At one point, I wasn't just bewildered when I saw an extra glowing red dot there, but I was afraid. Something was really happening.

     "Vision!" I called as soon as I barged into the room. "Vision, where are you?"

     The former JARVIS didn't answer me, instead, someone else did.

     "Christ. I'm sorry, Terri, but we've gotta go," Barton said as he pulled Wanda's hand to go to the same direction with him.

     I stared at them in astonishment. I didn't know if I should be mad at him for bargaining. I was too shock to feel anything. My eyes were watery, didn't know where it came from. "What- where are you going? Where's Vision?"

     "I'm afraid I've burried him down there," Wanda answered with tension, like she didn't even meant to do it and felt highly guilty. "I'm sorry, Terri. I had to." She cupped my cheek. There was a sad frown on her forehead that told me she didn't have other choice and actually felt guilty for "burrying Vision down there," whatever it meant.

     "My father. Is this about him?" I asked before they stepped out of the room. I wanted to know.

     Wanda couldn't answer my question. She didn't know how to answer, I guess. She was about my age, though she looked a little older, and she doesn't know if she had to be true or to lie to me. Or maybe she just didn't have to right to tell me anything. She turned to look at Clint to let him answer my question.

     Clint sighed, grimaced and said, "I'm sorry, Terri."

     Both of them then turned and headed for the door and outside they went. Barton looks rushed, like he didn't want to waste any time. Whatever his plan was, it was easy to see it when he had to pull Wanda's hand to follow him as if Wanda couldn't run by herself.

     I wanted to run after them and stop them. I can't bear in my mind that my father's friends - and they were literally my friends as well because of how close we once were - were going to fight him just because they didn't want to  sign the contract. It was not fair for me - for him. My father was trying to make the world peace and free from any destruction, yet his friends weren't agreeing with him.

     The door shut the same time I heard someone groaned from a big hole on the floor. My heart raced as I wiped my eyes and approached the hole, kneeled at the edge and strained my neck and eyes to look for Vision in the dark.

     "Vuh- Vision?"

     "Miss Stark?" His voice was clear, there was no trace of tense in his voice.

     "Vision, you're okay?" One of my eyebrows cocked in worriness. "Please say you're okay. I need your help. Please." I began to cry again. When I remembered my father, I had to hold my sob, didn't want to act like a crazy little child even though the possibility of Dad dying was high.

     Slowly, Vision rose and appeared from the darkness of the hole. He was hanging in the air in front of me with one of his leg bent while the other straight. His face was impassive as always. His eyes showed no emotion either. He might not show supposedly any human's emotion, but he knew what he must do.

     "Please don't cry, Miss Stark," he said softly, that I missed JARVIS. "I'm going to make sure your father comes home in one piece."

     I snifflled. "Th- Thank you, Jar- Vision. Thank you so much."

     Vision kissed my temple before he flew through the glass, towards where my father might be. I watched him until he disappeared fron my blurry eyes, and I lied there and cried to myself.