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Smile, when you feel like crying

AN: this is the first fic I’ve posted in absolutely ages and I’m still fairly new to this. It hasn’t been checked at all but it would mean so much if you could give it a chance, and any feedback is highly appreciated! It can be read as TonyRhodey or IronHusbands really


Originally posted by johnnyshellby

James Rhodes. Not a perfect man by any means.

But a good man- a good soldier, a good colleague, a good friend.

Seldom did he shed a tear, instinctively shutting himself down when any emotion threatened to spill over his harsh exterior, years of army training having drilled in to him that it was for the best to remain numb, stoic, unaffected. But this was different.

This was Tony.

His Tony.

The lonely but brilliant boy he’d befriended after his first term at MIT. Though he’d found the boy’s arrogance disgruntling at first, he quickly grew to find it was an armour. An armour the boy had been forced to build to stop the torture of tabloid gossip and hateful words. Claims that Howard had bought his son’s way in to MIT, despite his proven brilliance (a circuit board at four years old, come on, man) only to forge his iron legacy with a fraudulent genius child were common- not because they were believable, not by any means, but they made mere mortals feel more competent. The prodigy was born to be the golden goose of Stark Industries, and what more is there to hate than a privileged white boy who gets anywhere he wants to with Daddy’s money.

All it took was Rhodey shooting the young boy a smile after a particularly gruelling lecture, and that was it.

His Tony

The engineer who had tried to fix his problems by being by his side every step of the way when Nana Rhodes had died, shedding his sarcastic persona for a comforting presence in those tough few months. It was shocking, really, how well the only child had supported Rhodey’s siblings throughout the hardships, how easily he could be a Good Samaritan without throwing his money about, which would’ve only served to makes the Rhodes’ feel like a charity case. The way Tony smiled at him as James gave his speech at the funeral, hugging the young man tighter than he’d ever dared in person.

No words were ever shared directly about that passing, but they didn’t need to be. Tony’s smile had said all Rhodey needed to hear.

I love you, and I’m here for you. You’ve done your best and I’m so proud.

His Tony.

The graduate who stared at him in horror when he spoke of his plans to join the Air Force. Nothing either of them could say would change the others mind- Rhodey felt it was his calling, his duty, while Tony felt it far too dangerous (not that he didn’t think Rhodey could handle it, he knew full well he could, but why should he have to?)

They didn’t celebrate after their graduation ceremony. Why celebrate the death of your youth? Instead they sat in silence, knowing everything would change now the two boys were headed on very separate paths. For now though, this was enough. They had each other, and they always would, whether they saw each other or not.

When they departed, they decided against a handshake, way too formal, but hugging had never quite been their style.

The best they could offer each other was a smile.

His Tony.

The businessman and sole beneficiary of Stark Industries as Rhodey found out early morning on the 17th December 1991. He’d requested permission to leave the force for a few days, at least one, please, but he couldn’t wait for a response.

He left and immediately found Tony in his lab, words bitter as the whiskey that once filled the smashed bottles discarded around the room.

“‘S m’fault” Tony had slurred, hurling another bottle at his reflection in the glass of the wall. Rhodey hadn’t known what to say; he knew Tony and his father had never been close, but his mother was a different story. He’d always felt responsible for her, Rhodey knew that, and no words could possibly provide any relief to the broken man who lay before him.

So instead, he sat across from him, and gave Tony a smile. Nothing special, but a reminder that he was there for him.

All through the process- the funeral, the will reading, the news conferences- Rhodey smiled for Tony.

His Tony.

The civilian who had spent the last three months being tortured in a cave. The man he wanted to protect more than anything but never thought he’d need to, his best friend, had been suffering alone for so long that Rhodey had been told to assume him dead. 
No matter how many times he’d been told, he could not rest.

Not until he found his Tony.

And he did.

Stranded in the middle of a desert, the scorching heat radiating off him, he had found his best friend, looking more dead than alive. His corpse like figure miles away from what he was used to seeing of the genius playboy.

There were so many things he wanted to say. He wanted to scream, Look! I did it! I found him, cry at the very sight of him and the thought of all he’d been through, yell at any one who let this happen. But that wasn’t what Tony needed of him.

“How was the fun-eve?” RHodey started, Tony staring at him dumbfounded (for once). “Next time, you ride with me.”

For the first time in three months, Rhodey saw Tony smile.

His Tony.

The avenger who hadn’t been the same since New York, since he’d flown a nuke through a wormhole, believing it to be a one way trip. It concerned Rhodey, how easily Tony had accepted what he believed to be his fate, how he didn’t hesitate to put his life on the line. He couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. He supposed he saw the Iron Patriot as a way to take the pressure off of Tony, at least just a little, while he was dealing with panic attacks that scared him more than any imminent threat of death ever could.

Rhodey knew Tony didn’t like not being in control, hadn’t since Stane had seized his body up and quite literally tore the man’s heart out while he was defenceless, and the panic attacks controlled him more than even Pepper could.

It was new to both of them, having to be particularly careful of what they said, not wanting to trigger anything. But this wasn’t too much of a concern.

When words failed, they simply reassured each other with a smile.

His Tony.

The scapegoat who’d been used by his teammates, then left to die in a bunker in a run down suit. Who, regardless of this, immediately tried to accommodate Rhodey and his new, um, predicament.

Rhodey had thought the airport fight was the worst of it- that Rogers would finally see his selfishness and come around. That maybe, just maybe, for once, the avengers could see that Tony wasn’t what they believed him to be. Not some, arrogant man too absorbed in his own ego to see past anyone’s needs but his own, but as a good man who makes mistakes (yes Ultron was a big mistake, but his Tony wasn’t the only one to blame) but fights for the people. So when he’d heard from Pepper that FRIDAY had sent out emergency calls, he panicked. He’d wanted to get straight back in the suit, unsure of whether he wanted to go and save Tony or beat Rogers’ ass. Despite his pleads, the nurses kept him in the hospital, and eventually Tony was found, battered, bruised, bleeding.

When they saw each other for the first time since Rhodey’s MRI scan, they stared at each other up and down, taking a good long look at the messes they had both become.

It was funny really, how they were arguably worse off now than they had been when they were teenagers. Whether out of disbelief of how they need up like this, relief from seeing each other alive, or the sheer irony of it all, they laughed.

It was nice to see each other smile.

His Tony.

Earth’s Greatest Defender, as Rogers had called him. As much as he hated the man, personal feelings had to be set aside to take on Thanos. He liked the familiarity of that, numbing yourself from the situation to do what’s right, that came from years in the Air Force.

It was all well, until it wasn’t.

Half the population, gone. Dusted.

Rhodey’s mother, his sisters, all gone. No bodies to have a funeral like he did for Nana Rhodes.

And no sign of Tony.

He didn’t smile for three weeks.

Not until a golden light drowned the sorrow in the compound and everyone rushed outside. A blonde woman- Captain Marvel, he would learn- had brought down a ship, and inside it was his Tony. A fragile Tony. Sicker than he’d ever been.

Skeletal, defeated.

That wasn’t his Tony.

This was a broken man, who he loved nonetheless, but it was concerning how deflated Tony was. He’d been fighting too much, lost too much, and could continue no longer.

When he’d argued with Steve, Rhodey had been inclined to stop him (save your breath, Tones,) but he couldn’t. Tony deserved better than the blonde had given him, and it was only fair he got to say it.

He’d been the first by his side when he’d collapsed, scared for his life.

So, when the nurse had assured him that yes, Tony would survive, despite all the loss, all the pain, all the mourning of the last few weeks, Rhodey couldn’t help the smile that crept upon his face.

His Tony.

The brilliant boy, the engineer, the graduate, the businessman, the civilian, the avenger, the scapegoat, Earth’s Greatest Defender.

His best friend.

His best friend who had just saved the world, saved the universe, and billions of lives along with it. His best friend who had harnessed the power of all infinity stones, something mist people could only dream of, and dusted Thanos’ army. His best friend who had just stopped the biggest threat this universe had ever faced.

His best friend, his Tony, now a husband, now a father, whose eyes were glazed over, mouth slightly agape.

His Tony, who was taking his dying breaths.

There were too many things to say. I’ll make sure Morgan and Pepper are okay or this shouldn’t have been you, this isn’t fair, or well done, you did it.

No words would do them any justice.

Not with everything they’d done, everything they’d seen, everything they had stuck through together. Not as his best friend was there, in front of him, life slowly leaving his body with no chance of saving him. What was there to say to make the situation any better?

A smile. A warm hug that they both knew all too well.

I love you, and I’m here for you. You’ve done your best and I’m so proud.

With that, Rhodey had said his piece.

So when the kid came along, pleading with Mr Stark, please, and Pepper whispered her final words, Rhodey cried.

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~ Halloween 🎃 ~

Imagine celebrating Halloween with Tony and your kid.

First of all you buy ornaments together. Then you go home and decorate the house. You place pumpkins in the garden, while Tony places garlands on the roof.

You and the kid even made an Iron Man pumpkin to surprise Tony. It makes him smile so much.

Tony has also prepared big bags of candy to give to the kids who come ringing the doorbell and you can only melt before his kindness.

For the costumes of course you have matching family costumes. And they are designed and created by Tony himself.

When evening comes, you go around the streets of the neighborhood and go from door to door to ask for candy. When you go home, your bags are full and you enjoy the little family party you have organized.

Tony, you, and you’re family, laughing and eating candy..


join us on 24th april on twitter and spread the hashtag #BringBackTonyStarktolife

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Peter: Do you think lava would taste spicy?
Tony: Please do not eat lava. 
Harley: Actually, since lava is really just molten earth, it probably tastes bland and dusty. 
Peter: You are the only one here who understands me. 
Tony: *facepalms*

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Peter: *brews instant coffee with monster instead of water and downs 3 pots in an hour* I’m going to die.


Bruce: Is Pete okay?

Tony: He drank an excessive amount of juiced caffeine and now his healing factor is trying to counteract the effects. I’m pretty sure he’s ascended to the astral realm.

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“You’re out of my mind!”

Tony doesn’t even grace that with a snort. “I’ve heard that one before. And you have probably, too.”

“I should’ve listened to them. You have to be out of your mind to ask this of me.”

“Relax, it’s no big deal.”

“You’re asking a nineteen-year-old to be in charge of one of the biggest companies in the world!”

The man shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal. “You’re the only both Pepper and I trust enough to do this.”

Tony and Pepper, the very newlyweds, are supposed to go on a secret honeymoon. Only for a couple of days, because if they vanish from the eye of the public for too long, people might get suspicious. They’re flying to some very small island (Tony said he bought it and Peter isn’t quite sure if the man is joking or not), completely cut-off from society and technology. Well, except for one phone for absolute emergencies like another alien invasion.

To Peter’s enormous surprise, he not only got that emergency phone number, but they also asked him to sit in Tony’s lab at SI (they first suggested Pepper’s office, but the idea freaked him out so much, they quickly decided to come up with a different plan) and the leader of one of the biggest companies in the world (!!!) by proxy.

“You don’t have to make any decisions,” Tony says, trying her best to calm Peter down. “We’ve talked everything through with Pepper’s assistant Ian and there are no major projects going on right now. Your only job is to sit there and decide if the emergency everyone claims to have is actually an emergency or just Sarah from PR just being overly dramatic.”

“Is Sarah from PR often overly dramatic?”

“You have no idea. Next to her, I’m the most down to earth guy you’ll ever meet.”

That’s hard to believe, but there are more pressing matters than Sarah’s dramatic streak. “But what if I make a mistake?”

“Buddy,” Tony says softly, walking over to the couch where Peter is currently having his crisis. Sitting down next to him, he throws his arm around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze. “If you’re worrying about ruining the company-”

Please don’t say it out loud.”

“-don’t worry about it. I did so much shit in my days as CEO, the company should’ve gone bankrupt at least eleven times. I mean, please don’t see it as a challenge to actually do something that would ruin us, but I don’t have any doubts that everything will be fine.”

“I just… don’t think I’m good enough.”

“You are, Peter. I already told you, there’s no one better for this than you. So? What do you say?”

Peter glances at the man who went from idol to mentor and to something like a father-figure over the last few years. If he says no, Tony and Pepper would most likely cancel their honeymoon, and Peter knows how excited they are for that trip. He can’t be the reason they aren’t going.

“Well… if you’re sure you want me to do it, then… okay, I guess. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Tony beams, pressing him against his side. “I knew I could count on Spider-Man.” Peter only gives him a shaky smile, already feeling like he’s ready for retirement.

Peter has to hide in Tony’s lab for five days in total. When he first got there, Pepper’s assistance Ian greeted him. They’ve seen each other a couple of times, and in Peter’s eyes, he’s a very competent man – you have to be, if you’re Pepper Stark’s assistance and are keeping up with her demanding schedule.

The first day, Peter doesn’t get interrupted, and he has enough time to work on all of the MIT work he took with him, knowing that there’s no better place to work on his project than Tony Stark’s lab. The second day, he gets interrupted by Ian a couple of times to nod of some documents (Pepper reassured him that he doesn’t have to make decisions, but as their official substitute, he has to give his final okay).

It happens on the third day. He’s elbow-deep in a hologram, working on an engine he has been designing, when Ian stops by once more. “Hey, can you approve this one real quick?”

“Yeah, uh,” Peter says, looking from the hologram to the man. “Can it wait, like, five seconds? It’s just-”

Ian smiles and shakes his head dismissively. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter sees him leave, and a minute later (once he got his hands out of that hologram), he walks over to the table to take a look at the document. Like all the other times, his eyes fly over the page, not really reading it, but he would feel bad to approve them without at least taking a glance at them.

However, when his eyes fly over the calculations, he notices an error. Going back to that line, he takes another look, making sure that he actually read it the right way – he did. The math is still wrong and if he would approve this the way it is right now, it would cost SI a small fortune.

Immediately, a knot forms in Peter’s stomach. Until now, he never told Ian no, but he can’t approve this. What is he supposed to do? Pepper and Tony didn’t prep him for a situation like this. Is this one time sensitive? Is he allowed to find out more about this project? The need to call Tony and ask is almost overwhelming, but he promised to only call in the case of an alien invasion or something similar.

When Ian returns a couple of minutes later to collect the document, Peter still doesn’t know what to do. “Good to go?” the man asks, smile still in place, already reaching for the papers.

Peter gulps. “Actually,” he answers, pulling the stack to himself, “I can’t approve that.”

For a second, Ian stares at him. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a mistake in here and-”

“There’s no mistake, I wrote it myself,” he interrupts Peter, the smile dropping from his face to be replaced by a scowl. “It’s perfectly fine.”

“No, it’s not. I think you might have a simple calculation mistake. If I could just look at the rest of the data-”

“No, you can’t, it’s classified,” he says in an icy voice. “You could sell out trade secrets.”

Peter kind of wants to point out that it would be very dump of Pepper and Tony to appoint him their substitute if they would think there’s even the tiniest chance of him selling out some classified information – and they aren’t dumb people.

However, he bites his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice firm and pulling the stack all the way to him, “but I can’t approve it. Not like this.”

Ian is very much not happy about it. According to Happy (who stops by to keep him company during his lunch break) he tells everyone who’s listening – and isn’t listening – that Peter obviously has no idea what he’s doing and that he’d only been appointed to this position because Tony has been blinded by his parental love for the boy.

It makes it even worse that Peter actually kinda agrees with him, but it still stings. He might have no clue about how to run a business, but he knows math. And there simply had to be a mistake somewhere in that calculation, and if he could just take a look at the original data, he could figure it out.

But he’s not allowed to. FRIDAY told him that either Pepper or Tony have to give him access (which they didn’t) – or he has to go through Ian. Which is a big no. So, all he does is hide in Tony’s lab, the document in question always at the edge of his field of vision, paranoid that someone (read: Ian) might sneak in to steal it.

Day four gets worse. Ian tries to make Peter approve the paper a couple of times, reminding him that he’s nothing but a place holder until the Starks return and that Ian himself has worked for Pepper for years and never made a mistake. Peter, unable to hold it in, only shrugged and said that there’s always a first time for everything.

After that, Ian actually synched other people on him, like the head of the R&D lab (who wasn’t that interested in getting the paper and spent an hour talking about Peter’s project), someone from HR, and the infamous Sarah who is at the very least just as dramatic as Tony.

But Peter stays strong. Even when Sarah swears this will be the downfall of the US (Peter didn’t quite follow how she came to that conclusion, but she didn’t left any room for questioning her logic) if he doesn’t hand over those papers.

On day five, he decides to channel his inner Tony – lock the door of the lab, turn up the volume of his music, and tells FRIDAY to open the door only in case of emergencies. He’s pretty sure this isn’t really what Tony or Pepper had in mind, but what is that saying? If you’re bad enough at a job, you will never have to do it again? And Peter never wants to be the substitute CEO again.

“What’s going on here?” a voice cuts off his music, and Peter whirls around. He has to blink a couple of times to make sure that Pepper and Tony are actually standing in the lab (both of them wearing hideous Hawaii shirts, which had probably been Tony’s idea). A quick glance to the clock tells him that he’s been in the lab way longer than he noticed. “Is this some kind of parent trick? Are you trying to show me how annoying it is when I’ll do this?”

“If only it would be this easy,” Pepper mumbles, but Peter sees the smile hiding in the corner of her mouth.

“Uh, no,” Peter says, knowing he has to say what’s been going on. “I hid from Ian. And basically everyone else.”

Both Starks pull their eyebrows together. “Ian?” Pepper asks. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t approve this paper. There’s a calculation error, but he didn’t believe me and didn’t let me look at the original numbers to fix it.” He holds out the document to them, and Pepper grabs them, flipping over a few pages until they find part in questions.

Tony cocks his head to the side. “Well, you’re right. Those numbers don’t add up. It would’ve costed SI quite a bit.” Suddenly, a smile breaks out on his face and he stares at Pepper with a look Peter can only describe as love-sick. “Aw, honey, this reminds me of how we met! You threatened to pepper spray Happy! So romantic.”

“Wait, what?”

Peter’s question gets ignored.

Pepper gives her husband a smirk and a kiss against his cheek (Peter can’t wait for this weird honeymoon-phase to wear off and for them to go back to their normal flirty banter, it makes him a lot less nauseous), before flipping the pages back. “I’ll talk to Ian in the morning,” she declares. “That behavior isn’t acceptable.”

“Please don’t fire him or anything,” Peter throws in, suddenly feeling guilty. Yeah, he didn’t really like how the man treated him these past couple of days, but that doesn’t mean he deserves to lose his job.

Before Pepper can answer, Tony only shrugs. “We’ll see. People who act like this when someone points out their mistakes aren’t really that fit for a position like his – or any position, to be honest. Now, how about pizza?”

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Obviously 2020 is the result of the Russo bros messing with Time Travel again… Give it up guys, you fucked up our 2019 and now 2020!? You bitches need to sit down. Grandpa Steve is gonna be so pissed when he finds out!

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(Playing a Song Challenge Game)
Harley: What’s a song you can use to get a creative boost? 
Peter: I don’t know. 
Peter: Wait! I’ve got it. 
Peter: *plays “Everyone is Gay” by A Great Big World*
Harley: *rolls eyes* Right, cause that sparks inspiration. 
Peter: Of course it does! “Oh I know! My main character will be gay.” 
Harley: “My main character will be named ‘gay person’, and you’ll never believe his sexuality.” 
Peter: Plot twist: he’s actually straight. 
Harley: Plot twist: he’s actually a zombie. 
Peter: Plot twist: he’s a gay zombie. 
Tony: ???

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The text comes at 5:15pm, unexpected and ominous as he scrolled idly through Tumblr.

[The King] Report to couch. [17:15]

Peter’s brows furrowed as he aat bolt upright, re-reading the message. Report to couch? He mouthed to himself, head tilting. Tony had never used the word ‘report’ before. Even when they were actually reporting back.

“JARVIS?” He asked the room.

“Yes, Mr. Parker?”

“Where is Mr. Stark now?”

“The penthouse common area, Sir”.

Hm. Ergo; the couch. Peter shuffled out of bed and slipped on a pair of Vans, padding out of his room and down the hallway to the indoor balcony that surveyed the lower portion of the penthouse. He could see the couch from there and he could see Tony and…Steve?

Peter’s heart plummeted. He tried to turn on his heel and creep back to his room. He could pretend he was asleep; ask JARVIS to lie for him. Tony was facing the opposite way and his hearing probably wasn’t that good at 46.

“I know you’re there, Parker” Tony called out, and Peter cursed softly. Far below, Steve snorted and promptly swallowed the sound. Peter turned on his heel and made his way down the sweeping staircase.

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Whumptober Day 13: Oxygen Mask

 Hey everyone! It’s your lucky day, because I’m super tired and I have to travel tomorrow so you know what you’re getting? Ironfam fluff with only a few hints of angst lol. It’s short but sweet, and I hope you enjoy! If you did, please heart/reblog/comment because your support means the world to me! Hope you have a great day!


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“Is Daddy cold?”

Peter glanced up from his notebook at the meek voice beside him, his brow furrowed in confusion as he looked between the little girl and the unconscious figure in the hospital bed before them. His eyes trailed over his mentor in concern, looking for the tell-tale signs of chills, only to realise a moment later what the cause of Morgan’s concern was.

“It’s alright, he’s not cold,” Peter started with a gentle smile, turning to face the girl with those familiar brown eyes so she knew she had his full attention. “That’s just an oxygen mask, and it’s making sure your Dad is getting all the air he needs.”

Morgan’s nose scrunched up in that adorable little way of hers as she asked “Why is his breath all misty then? Mummy says you can only see your breath when it’s winter.”

Peter considered her question for a moment, but figuring the five year old might not understand the concept of perspiration or water vapour just yet, he said “With special masks like that, it’s much easier to see our breath like it were winter, even if it’s not cold.”

“Whoa… cool,” Morgan smiled and swung her feet back and forth happily.

Peter had to give the girl credit, she was handling her father being hospitalised out of the blue incredibly well. The world was in shambles after the battle -or wait, second battle, Peter supposed- with the mad Titan, but they had emerged victorious thanks to the Avengers and Guardians and wizards and Wakandans and so many other amazing heroes who had liberated their world. And of course, Captain America, who had stolen the stones right out of Thanos’s gauntlet and snapped his fingers to rid the galaxy of the genocidal warlord.

The action hadn’t stopped since that fateful day when everyone stood on the broken grounds of the Avengers facility and watched as dust that smelt of victory disappeared into the sky. There had been celebrations at some point, but the memories were muddled by the chaos that had ensued, rushing people to emergency rooms and organising their next moves and watching reunion after reunion unfold before him.

Peter remembered the way Tony’s arms had locked around him when they saw each other again, his shoulders trembling with uncontainable sobs of joy as he pressed kisses into Peter’s hairline like there was no tomorrow. Maybe at some point there wouldn’t have been, but now they had all the time in the world, and Peter and Tony were smiling and laughing and crying like a pair of idiots as they held each other.

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No. 12. I Think I’ve Broken Something “Broken Trust/Bones”

Morgan is secretly a vigilante, she is angry when Peter tells her parents, what she is getting up to, behind their backs.

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Morgan knew, from a young age, that she wanted to be a superhero.

Like her parents, her brother, and her uncle.

With her wit and puppy dog’s eyes, she was able to convince Peter, to let her use his lab to build her own Iron Man suit, without informing her parents. He’d laid down multiple ground rules, that she had to agree with, but it didn’t stop her from ignoring a few.

Using the suit and going out to fight crime, was Peter’s strictest rule.

She was allowed to build a suit, ‘yes.’

Using it, however, was a strong ‘no.’

She couldn’t use it, in his mind, until she told her parents what they’d been doing, behind their backs.

The closer Morgan got to that day, the more scared she became.

Which was why she decided to go behind Peter’s back.

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