TM verse reaction
OOC: Reaction to this. Rhodey used with permission. Cecilia stolen, but with love :*
Dylan had expected Tony back before morning. That was what he'd told him anyway. See you in the morning, Kiddo. There had been no real anxiety over seeing his father take off on a mission. He'd had more than a year to get used to it. The summer had been free of explosions so far. It wasn't a big deal.
It wasn't a big deal until he came down the stairs at the home in Long Island to find no sign of Tony. He tried to shake it off. Things happen, right? His father could have gotten held up, or called away to do something else. Still, he checked the rooms, one by one, instead of simply asking Jarvis where his dad was. Mostly he didn't ask because he figured it was classified.
It was when he saw his uncle's number on his phone that he got worried. Answering it as he waited for the coffee to stop brewing, he couldn't help but hope it was his father on the other end. Maybe his own phone had gotten smashed or something. "Hello?"
"Dylan, we need to talk."
"What happened to Dad?" The words seem to take forever to come out, and when they do they sound a little more terrified than Dylan intended for them too.
He knew his uncle would have rather told him face to face. Except they both were aware that he could do the most good in this situation at the base. He was a soldier, and he would do everything he could, utilize everything at his disposal to make this right. "Jarvis lost contact with the Iron Man suit. We're going to find him and bring him home, Dyl."
"I see. Where was he when Jarvis lost contact?"
There was a moment of silence. A little debate if he should tell the young Stark heir those details. It was safe though. Dylan wasn't his father. He wasn't going to grab another suit and try to find him. "Syria."
"You and Jarvis will keep me informed on any updates?" It was a question that came out more like a plea mixed with a demand.
Dylan looked at the clock. It was morning. He'd been gone for hours. He'd been gone for months in Afghanistan. Dylan hadn't known him then.
It was just hours. Take it easy, don't freak out, they'll find him. They'll bring him home.
"Of course. I need to get back to searching, but if you need anything call."
"I'll be fine. I'm going to stay here until he gets back. Tell him the coffee is on."
Tell him the coffee is on. He wasn't sure why he said that. Shouldn't the message be, tell him I love him? Tell him I need him to come back. Tell him I can not lose him. Tell him to be okay.
He hung up the phone and stared at the coffee maker. It dripped away busily as he sat motionlessly at the table. The time seemed to be moving so slow. There were things to be done. He should call his mom. Call Hilary and Stephen. Check to make sure Pepper was alright. He should take a shower. Shave.
Instead he sat there. Just sat there long after the coffee pot stopped brewing. He wasn't surprised when his mother arrived without a call to her. Someone had let her know. Had she called Hilary and Stephen? Did she know if Pepper was alright?
Syria. Jarvis can't contact the suit. Rhodey will bring him home. SHIELD will bring him home.
It wasn't until he felt his mom's arms wrap around him that he closed his eyes and let it fully sink in. It took him a moment to find his words. There were so many things to say. So many things he should do. "I'm ready to let you fix my hair."
The crazy hair cut. He'd gotten frustrated and cut one side of it while he was traveling for most of the summer. It had been a point of contention between him and his parents all summer. He didn't see the big deal. It was just hair. Who cares what other people thought of it? It would grow back.
He'd even kind of laughed at Tony's distress over it. Last summer had been the summer of explosions, and this summer was the summer of fighting over the uneven hair cut. It was a typical parent and son fight, right? Tony had finally conceded on it. Just stop wearing the stupid Orioles cap to cover it up, make it at least the Yankees instead, and he wouldn't mention it again. As long as it was fixed by the time he went back to school.
Cecilia hadn't conceded that much. She wanted it cut within two weeks of him returning home. It wasn't two weeks, but Dylan wanted it cut. He wanted to be sure that the next time he saw either of them they wouldn't look directly at the hair and be bothered by it.
He wished they were still nitpicking about the hair actually. It was such a normal fight. Normal.
Unlike waiting to hear word about your missing superhero father.
"Please."
Dylan had expected Tony back before morning. That was what he'd told him anyway. See you in the morning, Kiddo. There had been no real anxiety over seeing his father take off on a mission. He'd had more than a year to get used to it. The summer had been free of explosions so far. It wasn't a big deal.
It wasn't a big deal until he came down the stairs at the home in Long Island to find no sign of Tony. He tried to shake it off. Things happen, right? His father could have gotten held up, or called away to do something else. Still, he checked the rooms, one by one, instead of simply asking Jarvis where his dad was. Mostly he didn't ask because he figured it was classified.
It was when he saw his uncle's number on his phone that he got worried. Answering it as he waited for the coffee to stop brewing, he couldn't help but hope it was his father on the other end. Maybe his own phone had gotten smashed or something. "Hello?"
"Dylan, we need to talk."
"What happened to Dad?" The words seem to take forever to come out, and when they do they sound a little more terrified than Dylan intended for them too.
He knew his uncle would have rather told him face to face. Except they both were aware that he could do the most good in this situation at the base. He was a soldier, and he would do everything he could, utilize everything at his disposal to make this right. "Jarvis lost contact with the Iron Man suit. We're going to find him and bring him home, Dyl."
"I see. Where was he when Jarvis lost contact?"
There was a moment of silence. A little debate if he should tell the young Stark heir those details. It was safe though. Dylan wasn't his father. He wasn't going to grab another suit and try to find him. "Syria."
"You and Jarvis will keep me informed on any updates?" It was a question that came out more like a plea mixed with a demand.
Dylan looked at the clock. It was morning. He'd been gone for hours. He'd been gone for months in Afghanistan. Dylan hadn't known him then.
It was just hours. Take it easy, don't freak out, they'll find him. They'll bring him home.
"Of course. I need to get back to searching, but if you need anything call."
"I'll be fine. I'm going to stay here until he gets back. Tell him the coffee is on."
Tell him the coffee is on. He wasn't sure why he said that. Shouldn't the message be, tell him I love him? Tell him I need him to come back. Tell him I can not lose him. Tell him to be okay.
He hung up the phone and stared at the coffee maker. It dripped away busily as he sat motionlessly at the table. The time seemed to be moving so slow. There were things to be done. He should call his mom. Call Hilary and Stephen. Check to make sure Pepper was alright. He should take a shower. Shave.
Instead he sat there. Just sat there long after the coffee pot stopped brewing. He wasn't surprised when his mother arrived without a call to her. Someone had let her know. Had she called Hilary and Stephen? Did she know if Pepper was alright?
Syria. Jarvis can't contact the suit. Rhodey will bring him home. SHIELD will bring him home.
It wasn't until he felt his mom's arms wrap around him that he closed his eyes and let it fully sink in. It took him a moment to find his words. There were so many things to say. So many things he should do. "I'm ready to let you fix my hair."
The crazy hair cut. He'd gotten frustrated and cut one side of it while he was traveling for most of the summer. It had been a point of contention between him and his parents all summer. He didn't see the big deal. It was just hair. Who cares what other people thought of it? It would grow back.
He'd even kind of laughed at Tony's distress over it. Last summer had been the summer of explosions, and this summer was the summer of fighting over the uneven hair cut. It was a typical parent and son fight, right? Tony had finally conceded on it. Just stop wearing the stupid Orioles cap to cover it up, make it at least the Yankees instead, and he wouldn't mention it again. As long as it was fixed by the time he went back to school.
Cecilia hadn't conceded that much. She wanted it cut within two weeks of him returning home. It wasn't two weeks, but Dylan wanted it cut. He wanted to be sure that the next time he saw either of them they wouldn't look directly at the hair and be bothered by it.
He wished they were still nitpicking about the hair actually. It was such a normal fight. Normal.
Unlike waiting to hear word about your missing superhero father.
"Please."