Okay, first off, Tony Stark was crazy.

Second, it was a miracle that I didn’t fall off Tony’s back halfway across the Pacific.

Third, Anthony Stark is crazy!

Like, how in the name of hell did I manage to stay on his back while we went a 100,000km an hour?

“OH MY GOOO-AH-OOD!” I scream for the up tenth time.

“Waw, you’ve got a nice pair of lungs on you” Tony laughed robotically through his suit.

“Thanks, that’s why I’m the best singer in our band” somewhere back in America I can feel David choking at my words. “You know, most guys don’t kidnap a girl and fly her half way across planet earth to show her a good time. Some people take you to the movies, or the beach” I stress.

“I am not like most guys, I thought you knew that.” And with that Tony points his suit skywards. We’d been flying low once we reached the ocean but now Tony went high-high-high up into the air and I actually had to physically hold myself from peeing my pants.

“TONYYYYYY!” I shriek.

“Ahahaha!” he says loudly.

I wrap my arms around his neck in a death grip as we passed through the western hemisphere. The clouds were silver as they reflected down into an endless deep blue sea. The moon was full and high up in the night time sky.

When had it become night time?

I look out at the expanse before me and gasped in wonder at a sight so magnificent and tranquil. The light from the moon, the heavenly colour of the clouds and the blanket of blue illuminate in a depth of colour I never knew existed. To think that Tony saw sights like this on a daily basis was a sin to keep alone. Was that why he brought me out here? To see this?

“We’re here” Tony sang.

“What?”

“You say that a lot”

And he nose dives out of the clouds and into the bright city of Paris, well, as bright as a city can be at around midnight. I let out a blood curdling scream as Tony laughed his ass off and shots between the mini tables of a café right before turning us into roadside pâté.

People scream and French girls held on to their skirts as we flash by with a gush of air that disoriented anything in its path.

Lying flat on Tony’s back, as he had a wished to kill me, the beautiful city of Paris whizzed by in colours of gold, blue, and white. We reached something that looked like a ‘U’…or was it a ‘C’? I wasn’t ever sure which direction I was facing but I could see a small pale gold and brown monument in the distance, but as we got closer I realized it wasn’t so small after all.

“We’re coming up on the Arc de Triomphe” Tony said.

We reached the base of the monument and Tony switches direction blasting up into the sky again beside the arc-de-whatever.

“It’s really huge” I scream at Tony through the whip of air at our direction change.

“It’s a hundred and sixty four foot long” Tony says back. “Commissioned by Emperor Napoléon I”

I often forget that he’s smart.

We shot back into the clouds, high up in the air where even the freakin birds are afraid to go.

“You’re doing this to torment me aren’t you?” I say.

“Maybe a little” he admits. “Jarvis? Shut off all systems”

“WHAT!?”

His suits hangs limp in mid air, we drift high up for a nanosecond and we fall back down to earth.

“This is so not funny!”

“It kinda is”

Then his suit bursts back to life and Tony stabilizes in mid air, unfortunately I lost my grip around him and I slipped right off his suit.

I fell down but refused to use my powers, what if I lost control again? Freeze over and never come back? Plus I had that dang probability of having virtually a black hole in me somehow, I couldn’t risk getting sucked into it, not seeing my friends or family again…or Johnny…

No! You are over him! Do not even think that!

I’d been trying hard not to think about what was ‘wrong with me’ since that day. And the gang pretty much rolled with it, and respected the fact that I’d come to them for further help when I’m ready. Who knew yelling insults at adults will gain you respect?

I feel strong finger grab onto my collar and swing me around in midair as if I was an oversized ragdoll.

“Oops” Tony says with a laugh.

“Oops!? That’s all you can say?” I asked incredulously.

“We can’t have you dead?”

I did alittle acrobatics and kicked Tony in the face mask.

“Ow!” he whined.

I laugh.

I was flying, literally flying over Paris.

“This is awesome!” I yell in glee.

“Oh yeah?” Tony says challengingly. He then swings me back, and tosses me forward in to night sky.

My whole mind went blank with fear, I frail my arms around like a lunatic hoping to grab anything, until my arms wrap around cold hard metal. I slip abit and slide down, then I crawl back up and wrap my legs around the metal too.

“Where am I?” I demanded, fear tingeing the edge of my voice.

Tony was laughing his brains out and slapping his metal thigh, he looks at me with his metal armor and says, “You, my dear, are on the Eiffel Tower”

I gasp.

“No way”

I look down at the endless expanse of metal and lights, and the brightest of smiles forms on my face.

“Smile” I hear Tony say.

“Huh?” I look up and see Tony holding out his phone to take a picture of me. I squeal and hide my face in my arms as the camera light flashes.

“Tony! Stop goofing off and get me down!” I try to sound serious but I couldn’t hold the laughter back from my voice.

“Alright, after one more selfie” Tony flies over and directs the phone camera at us.

What the heck.

I struck a Peace sign and stick my tongue out and close one eye – Miley Cyrus style – and took a selfie with Tony Stark at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

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The whole of Paris was in an uproar, Tony and I just had dinner/midnight snack/breakfast at a little café near where the Notre Dame Cathedral was. Paparazzi were going wild. I didn’t think Tony was such a big deal outside New York, not to talk of America.

Well, I guess saving the world from an alien invasion lead by an ancient Norse ‘god’ most specifically known for being the ‘Prince of Mischief’ will get anybody famous. Speaking of prince…

“Whatever happened to Loki?” I ask out of the blue.

The crowd gathering around us was starting to dent in on our fun so Tony grabbed hold of me and blasted us away from there.

“Beats me, last I heard he died while helping his brother stop a convergence thingy happening in England” he said.

“Yeah, I saw that on the news!” then it hit me. “Loki’s dead!?”

Tony looked down at me and I knew behind his mask he had a confused expression plastered on. “Yes maybe…so?”

“He’s too cute to be dead!” I whine.

Tony’s armored face continued to looked at me, “If I wasn’t carrying you up at 50,000 feet in the air I’d knock some sense into you” he said.

I stick my tongue out at him, “You just jealous because he’s hot”

“What!? Me? Loki?” Tony snorted, “That mama’s boy ain’t got nothing on me”

“He’s tall, trim, good figure. Lovely black hair, a prince and has a devilish smile that could make a nun swoon”

“Pfft, he’s an amature”

Tony swung me onto his back and dived back down into Paris from out of the clouds. It must’ve been around 3 in the morning because the crowd outside was beginning to thin.

I yawn.

“Hey! Don’t go to sleep on me just yet princess” Tony laughed, he bucked his back in midair and jostled me to wake.

“I wasn’t sleeping!”

“Good” he said, and I assumed he was smiling. “Look up ahead”

I do, and I see a huge giant...pyramid?

“When did we go to Egypt? I don’t remember flying over into Africa”

“We’re still in Paris dummy”

I’d give anything to knock Tony upside the head but I’d break my knuckles before I even made a dent in his armor.

I squint my eyes at the growing pyramid infront of us and realized it was a huge glass pyramid made of tiny smaller triangle glasses.

“Oh! I know this place!...uhm, I read it in a Dan Brown book” I rake my brain but the answer was on the tip of my tongue but still so far out of reach.

“Really? You read?”

Despite what I said earlier I still whack down my fist on the crown of Tony’s head.

“Ow!” he says, giving me pleasure.

“Just because I don’t know stuff doesn’t mean I’m dumb”

“Yes! It does!”

“Well if you know so much then what is it, smarty pants?”

“It’s The Louvre!”

I smack his head again. “Speak English!”

“How can I?” Tony asked dumbfoundedly “It’s French!”

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Paris was tons of fun. After that, just before day break, Tony sets a course North East. We ate breakfast at an authentic real live Chinese restaurant in Beijing. I snagged a couple of fortune cookies that I stuff down my pockets and we zip on by to eat shawarma’s in Dubai, take selfies on the Sphinx of Egypt and take a slice of pizza in Venice Italy. All of which was mostly during night time.

We were heading back to big U.S and .A

Tony was busy playing with me as we cruised over the great ocean blues (do I even need to say it?-rhyme!)

Tony would toss me up into the air and catch me right before I hit the water. He ended up holding me by the shoulder as I pretended to run on the water.

It was so much fun that I laughed till my cheeks burned.

I could begin to see the shores of land, I was back on Tony’s back and we were heading into the big apple at a slow and steady pace, Tony was about an inch or so above the water. I dip my hands into the cool water and let them run a line through, it was beautiful. I lifted it up and just let my finger tips graze the tip of the water as I look up at the just rising sun on the horizon.

The pale pink just barely kissed the sky good morning as some remnants of stars and night refused to leave, not ready to say goodbye to such a perfect night.

“Had a good time?” Tony asked from nowhere.

I stifle a yawn, “One of the best I’ve ever had” I smile sleepily at him.

“Let’s get you home before you fall asleep and actually fall into the ocean.”

“After a night like tonight, that wouldn’t be so bad” I joke.

Why was I so easy around this man? This was like, what?, the second, third time I was meeting him. Twice of which we exchanged easy conversation.

Me and Tony just connected on a deeper level, I just couldn’t tell what it was.

He was cool like me, had an a-ma-zing sense of humor (like yours truly) and was just so friendly but still very reserved.

I couldn’t be attracted to him, no way. Don’t get me wrong, the dude is hot. He could set fire to a building with just his face. The guy was truly blessed by God. But he was way older than me, but one look at him ans you’d think he was my older brother.

Now that’s anawful thought, I may not want a romantic relationship with Tony but I sure as hell don’t want a blood one.

Having someone that hot related to me would cause some Game of Thrones shizz to go down.

Speaking of GoT…

“Hey Tony?” I ask.

“Yeah?” he’d entered into the heart of New York and for some reason there were a lot of people as per usual hanging around. Tony had smoothly drawn me from his back around back to his arms, cradling me like a baby.

“How cool would it be if you were related to Ned Stark?” I asked with humor.

Tony laughed so hard he almost dropped me.

“That. Would. Be. Awesome.” He says, still laughing.

I smile at him, he so gets me.

We reach the Baxter Building and I couldn’t help the slither of dread that raced to me, momentarily chasing away my sleepy haze.

I yawn again.

“Almost there Vick” Tony says.

We reach my window, it was peculiarly unlocked and flung out wide open.

Tony and I exchanged a look.

“It’s a trap” we say in unison, we nod and smile.

Tony still flew into my window anyway and dropped me off on my two feet standing.

I look around my room and almost weep with joy upon sighting my bed.

I make a beeline towards it, I was about to drop myself face first onto it and surrender myself to oblivion when Susan charges in like a pregnant hormonal rhino who’d stepped on a thorn.

“Hold it right there!” she said, she formed a forcefield on my window, stopping Tony whom was flying out and crashed into an invisible wall.

I laugh at him.

That’s how close we’d gotten.

“And what are you laughing at?” Susan snapped. I instantly shut up.

“Ooooh, Vick’s in trouble” I hear Ben laugh at my door.

He stood with Johnny and Reed, Ben was elbowing Johnny to laugh with him but the look on Johnny’s face could make fresh milk go sour. I instantly look away, he was the past, and Tony might as well be my future…friend, that is.

Susan’s eyes blazed with anger. “Do you have any idea how worried we’ve been? And to top it all off we find out that you were in Paris!?” Susan looked like she was ready to blow. “We see pictures of your and Tony on his website, each picture being of a different location!”

I glare at the man in question.

Tony holds up his arms, “Hey, they were nice selfies”

“Well your ‘selfies’ are all over the news! The whole world knows about your ‘night out’. Iron Man and Freeze go on world tour!” Susan throws her hands up in the air. “And you went to Paris without me!?”

She made it seem like I committed murder, what I did wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t bad. Susan just loved making mountains out of mole hills.

Susan began to rant “Where the hell-”

“Susan, do not even start with me” I say with so much sass it takes her aback. I had reached my breaking point and she’d pushed and made me snap.

“Excuse me?” she replies with just as much sass.

“I have had an amazing night and you will not ruin it for me with you motherly affection” I say.

“Y-you think I’m motherly?” Susan says surprised.

I take her hands, even though all I wanted was to kick everyone out of my room and get some well deserved sleep. I was tired, pissed and angry, but I remembered the conversation I had with her earlier and something in me softened. I look into Susan’s eyes and sheepishly smiled.

“Susan, you’re like a second mom to me, coupled like a sister and added with a spice of bestfriend. Yes, sometimes you nag me to death but who else will? I love you in ways I can never fully express with words. But I’m still a kid, I’ll do stuff that will ultimate go against your wishes and I’d expect you to punish me for it. But you’ve got to relax sometimes, you’ve got to stop worrying about the rest of us and start worry about Susan”

Susan had tears in her eyes and hugged me as tight as she can. I hug her back just as fiercely.

“And they all lived happily ever after” Tony said, “Can I go now? I also am on the verge of collapse”

Susan pulls out of the hug and wipes her tears and sniffs lightly.

“You’re still in trouble” she laughs.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” I smile.

My legs were about to buckle when I turned to my bed with a loving smile. I’m hear baby, almost home.

“Guys! Guys! Guys!” David comes barreling into the room.

“Sorry David” Susan says, holding up her hands to stop him. “Vick is still grounded for her last punishment, and to toppled with this she’ll be grounded till her grandkids go to college”

“This is super mega important!” David pleaded.

Susan looked at me then back at him.

“Alright make it quick, I doubt she’ll be wake much longer to even hear you” Susan says.

David rushes forward and grabs me by the shoulder as I begin to sink to the floor.

“Vick? Vick!” he shakes me, “Wake up God damnit”

“You’ve got 5 seconds before I blackout” I mumble.

“We’ve been booked to play the End-Of-Summer concert!” David said with utmost delight. “Our band! Us! You gallivanting with Tony around the world was seen by millions, plus the fact you’re a member of the FF made them fall all over themselves to book us! So it was pretty much a done deal!”

And I blacked out.

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Author’s Note

Happy Monday/Tuesday everyone (depending where in the world you are)

The reason why I’m posting this now is technically cause its @LoyalHorses birthday! Horray! I didn’t wanna be cheesy and post it when she most expected it…so this is better! :D XD

(I would’ve done it sooner but I had a BRUTAL Systems Analysis and Design test this morning plus I got sick and threw up…but the story must go on!)

She is a whole nother year older! Technically one would say ‘But Vick, it’s Tuesday not Monday, her birthday is over’.

Well, Islamically some regions believe that the new day doesn’t start till the suns comes up (around 5 a.m) so it’s technically still Monday so :p to any of you who think otherwise.

So it dedicate this chapter to yooooou! :) Hope you enjoyed!

And as for the rest of you…

Stick around to see what happens to Vick, is anyone surprised that Vick and her friends are in a band?(even though they mentioned it a gallizion times)

Plus what do you think is going on between Vick and Tony? A fling? Or just good friends?

Plus do you really believe Vick is/can be over Johnny?

I would love, love, love to hear you lengthy comments in the comment section below.

Plus don’t forget to vote!

Love, love, love, love ya!

<3<3 Chill out! <3<3<3

~Ya Gal Vicky