🫧 :rewrite 2.0 || ❝ so let me go home, in our safehouse that we built out. ❞

[bubblesong]

[ Floating isn't so bad.

It's easy... and it's nice.

It's just not weightless like it used to be.

Little Mermaid opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling of the pool room. It's not really a pool room. Not like the Avengers Tower has or even the open pool the Malibu Mansion had. It's more like a gymnasium pool. Goddess HQ isn't outfitted or luxurious like Avengers Tower. It's cold and militaristic, minus the Deputy Chief's Office (at his own insistence). Even her own room is very bare, only with a few bubble ornamentations that float.

Goddess HQ isn't a prison like the cell underneath Stark Industries.

It's just not home.

She lets out a long breath and leans her head back against the edge of the pool.

Floating used to be nicer--when she could swim.

It's not that bad--not like that! Her legs are healing, just, slowly. Something about how Abe had worked the Goddessium to make the second generation of Fairytale Models makes it hard for the people at Goddess HQ to figure out how to program it. Almost like a language they can't speak. No one can seem to figure it out properly, so everything to this point has been her body healing itself and some simple nudges here and there to tell the Goddessium how to repair things.

It's not quite like nanomachines, but it's close, is what they say.

Still, she can move her legs now! The bones are all repaired. The muscles are on their way too. Her legs flex and bend, but not by much, and walking still hurts. Not that it stops her. She has to get better as fast as she can so she can leave. She has to get back to the Avengers Tower--to Tony.

Even if that lonely dark part of her wonders if he's moved on.

Her gaze at the ceiling softens.

He's been to so many events that she had said she'd go with him, including MIT...

Creeaaak, click.

Little Mermaid turns her head to the direction of the pool room doors.

Deputy Chief Andersen walks towards the pool. He's dressed more casual than she's used to seeing. A bomber jacket, jeans, and even a white t-shirt. He still wears the heavy combat boots and they echo in the pool room as he reaches the edge. A pair of aviators hang off the collar of his shirt as he looks down at her. ]

"Feeling any better?"

[ Little Mermaid nods. ] Huh huh. They still hurt, but, I can move them better now! The water helps too. Uhm... did you go somewhere?

"I did." [ The Deputy Chief pauses as if calculating his next moves; his next words. Then: ] "You have a visitor, Ariel."

[ The pool room falls silent minus the lapping water.

The Deputy Chief only calls her 'Ariel' when there are no officials around--no eyes around. He only allows himself to say what she considers her real name when nothing pertains to the missions of the Goddess Squad. Red Hood calls her Ariel all the time, but the Deputy Chief? He only says her real name when he knows it's completely and entirely safe to say it.

A visitor...? ]

"Two, in fact. Although one is more my visitor, I suppose. An old war friend." [ The Deputy Chief glances at her legs. ] "Do you need help getting out of the pool?"

I'm okay. I got it.

[ Little Mermaid rolls over expertly in the pool. Her legs stay afloat thanks to the black bubbles underneath them, almost like floaties. Her hands curl along the edge of the pool to pull herself up out of it. Then, she sits at the edge for a moment. The black bubbles form around her legs and feet, pressing against her skin, almost like a swimsuit. Her hands then raise, and between them a black sparkling bubble forms. The bubble is pressed to her lips that begin to glow red, issuing a command to it: ]

Stand and move. No matter how much it hurts.

[ Then, she takes the black bubble and splits it into two. Each smaller bubble presses to her legs, creating a second layer that acts as padding. Once settled, her legs give an unusual jerk. She spins on her bottom, moving her legs onto the floor. Then, she pushes herself up. Her legs twitch in a very noticeable way before she lets out a deep breath and looks back up at her commander. ]

Okay. I'm ready.

[ Andersen frowns at the display before handing her the thin bathing robe she brought with her. He continues to frown as she takes it and slips it on. ] "That tic is very obvious, Ariel. Don't stand longer than you have to. In fact? I'd rather you not stand at all with your legs in that condition. Sit on one of your bubbles."

[ Little Mermaid frowns. ] They look like my regular suit! It'll be okay. They don't look like braces at all.

"Trust me, your visitor is going to see it even if you hide it." [ Andersen sighs. ] "I want this to be as informal as possible, Ariel. Don't make me issue it as a order from your commanding officer. You can keep your... bubble braces. Just, sit down."

Aoooh... [ A frustrated sigh leaves Little Mermaid before she raises her hands again. A large pink sparkling bubble forms and expands. It floats to the ground and then she comfortably takes her seat. ] Like thi--

[ Creaaaaaaak.

Andersen and Little Mermaid look over as the door to the pool room bursts open. ]

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[doesntpaint]

[ The word hits him before he can stop it. Magnets.

Tony’s expression changes instantly. It's not thoughtful, it's not curious... It's rattled. Unsettled. Thrown entirely off guard.

His eyes lose focus like something just yanked a live wire in his head. If she's watching, his jaw tightens so abruptly it almost clicks.

And then... He’s not in the pool room anymore. He’s in Malibu and simultaneously somewhere else.

The memories don’t line up. They stack over each other wrong. He can all but hear concrete screaming as it shears apart; glass blows inward and there's the screach of sirens and the thick burning scent of smoke. The HUD in his suit is lit up with red warnings he can’t read fast enough. He can see a structure collapsing in slow motion, but it's not clear which building.

Tower... house... both? Someone's inside. She's inside. He can hear himself over comms; he's not giving orders, but he's yelling, shouting, screaming her name until his throat burns.

Ariel. Ariel.

Ariel.

The building folds as something hits it. There’s a flash... Is it a missile? Just plain debris? He can’t tell. He just knows she’s inside it. She's trapped inside, and he's outside, useless for what feels like forever. Don't you dare let her die.

The feeling of terror, panic, and fear is intact even if the details are broken. This feeling feels like it doesn't belong to him, but it belongs to a man watching the one thing he can’t lose disappear behind dust and fire.

Tony’s knees give slightly, not into a full collapse but enough of one that he has to catch himself with a hand against the pool’s edge.

His voice comes out strained. ]

You... you swatted something for me, didn't you? [ He swallows hard. His eyes squeeze shut for half a second, and then his next words come out in fragments. ]

Missile. Building. I... You were inside the building, and you didn't answer. I remember thinking if you didn’t answer me, I was going to...

[ He stops. He can’t finish it. He doesn’t know what comes after, only that it was catastrophic in his mind.

He finally looks at her, really looking her in the eyes. There's a pause, and in a tone that Tony Stark never uses, he just says one thing. ]

... Ariel?

[bubblesong]

[ Little Mermaid lifts her gaze to his to see if he has any recollection of the terms or words she has used. If not? Then they really will need to start over. If that is something he would want. He may want nothing to do with her or a relationship he can't really recall.

She braces herself for that very reaction.

Except... that's not at all what happens.

Her eyes widen the moment his gaze unfocused and his jaw tightens. She's seen something similar to that look before. He has been rattled and sitting on the floor of the workshop--in Malibu or the Tower--with panic attacks more times than she kept track. Some have been bad.

This looks like one of the bad ones.

A bubble forms around the rings in her hand and floats to the side to keep them safe. She anchors herself best she can with her injured legs and moves to put her hands gently on his arms. Before she can even make contact or say her name he is down on one knee bracing himself against the edge of the pool.

Little Mermaid drops to her knees immediately and sits down in a panic rush. Her legs don't agree with the sudden motion. Pain spikes from her toes to her hips. She flinches harshly before biting the inside of her mouth to keep from letting a pained cry out. It's okay. It'll pass. Tony's sudden condition is more important. ]

Tony! [ Her tone is filled with worry and a sliver of panic. Hands settle on his arms to help hold him up as she reminds herself not to be so familiar. ] Tony, what's wrong? Can I...

[ She stops midsentence as he speaks again. Amber eyes scan over his face as he begins to recount what suddenly gripped him. Memories. It sounds almost like both traumatic events, Malibu and what surely would be his last memories of her. Her gaze on him softens. Oooh...

Little Mermaid opens her mouth to speak and confirm what he had seen; clear up details for him about the events. Except, he pauses, and she finds herself remaining quiet. His eyes meet hers. As always with Tony, she feels her breath taken away. He always has that effect on her.

"... Ariel?"

Little Mermaid stills just long enough for him to truly look at her. Then, her hands on his arms move to his hands. Hers guide his to her face, encouraging him to touch her and confirm she's really there in front of him. Hands settle on his wrists.

That tone of voice is one she has never heard from him before. Even when he found her in the Avengers Tower after being flown to Tennessee. She's seen him rattled and disoriented before. The only time she has ever heard him be scared was in Sokovia... ]

Tony. [ her voice is gentle and comforting. She puts as much love in her tone as she can muster despite the pain. ] I'm okay. I'm right here.

[ She isn't so naive to think all his memories are back. Just recognizing her is enough. ]

[doesntpaint]

[ Tony goes very still after she says it. His eyes don’t leave her face, but the focus behind them shifts inward, like something just pulled him somewhere he didn’t mean to go.

Magnets. He remembers this, even if it's like remembering something that's been hidden from him. We said we were each other's magnet. Why doesn't it feel like I actually remember saying that?

His jaw tightens and he gives a small, involuntary shake of his head, like he’s trying to dislodge a thought before it finishes forming. His fingers curl slightly against her face as if this is one more thing they remember but his mind doesn't. And for someone who's always maintained he's the smartest mind in the room? This really doesn't work for him at all.

His gaze slips past her shoulder to nothing, to somewhere that isn’t this room.

Glass. Water. Noise. Something collapsing in on itself with her inside it.

His knees dip before he catches himself. His shoulder bumps the edge harder as he steadies, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His breathing turns shallow and uneven as his eyes squeeze shut for a second.

When they open, they’re sharper but not calmer. He looks at her legs, then at her face before returning, then traveling back to her legs again like his brain is trying to force two mismatched images to line up.

His mouth moves like he wants to say something but no words come out, and then he studies her like he’s checking if she’s real, like he’s half-expecting the room to glitch around her, warping what's in front of him into some other scenario that his mind didn't create.

His hands twitch where they rest against her arms, testing the contact, grounding himself through it without seeming to realize that’s what he’s doing. ]

Are you sure you're okay? What's with the bubbles? [ He dimly remembers the bubbles being something that has multiple uses, but like before, that knowledge seems like it belongs to someone else. ] They're not just for show, are they?

[bubblesong]

[ Little Mermaid watches him intently as his gaze unfocused, eyes close, then drift away from her. Her fingers gently presses into the inside of his wrists in an attempt to focus him back on her. He doesn't have the memories to support a more intimate supportive touch. It would be unwanted and unfamiliar. This will have to be enough as he sorts through it all.

She wants to pull him into her arms. She wants to offer that place for him to hide from things and work through what his mind has pulled to the forefront. But, this isn't about her. This is about Tony and what he wants to do from this point on.

Her cheek gently rests into his palm as a confirmation to the action. She's real and she can be his rock while he regains his footing. ]

Ooooh?

[ Little Mermaid almost asks if he remembers her bubbles. Of course he wouldn't. He just saw the bubble she sat on break apart into smaller ones. Tony is a genius! He probably realized the substance on her legs is the same thing as the bubble she sat on, just a different color.

Her hands shift to move his, guiding them from her arms to her legs. They're folded underneath her as that's how she hit the ground in front of him when he went down. This way he can feel the texture of the bubbles. Of course he may not want to touch her legs or her bubbles at all. She shifts her hands away from his to give him the space to make the choice. ]

I... used them to act as padding and braces while my legs heal. [ Her gaze drifts to the side. ] They're healing slower than they should. Uhm... mmmm... aoou...

[ Should she tell him? It might help focus his mind more! Tony always does better when there is a puzzle or a problem to solve. He's an engineer. Building, fixing, and improving is just what he does. ]

... We become Nikkes when they add an element called Goddessium to us. When we're hurt? The Goddessium... it acts almost like a program that needs to be directed in how to help us heal... [ her lips press together, ] I guess how the Goddessium works for my generation doesn't work the same way as the older Nikkes. I don't know the technical terms, but, they said they can't figure out the language needed...

...I guess that's why they called you. You figured it out before.

[ Given his father worked with Abe? It always made sense to her that Tony figured it out in order to help her side heal after Malibu. He ...was the only person in the world who knew how to make it work.

After a pause, she looks back up at him. A determined and yet pained look is on her face. One that says she is bracing herself for an answer she doesn't want. One he can make and she won't hate him for that choice. If she's not familiar and it feels like she can never be... if being with her can never feel like home again... ]

Tony. [ She gives him a smile even with tears at the corner of her eyes. ] I want you to be happy and have a life full of light. I want you to enjoy living and be around those who bring your life meaning. If all of this hurts too much or if it feels too foreign to who you are now? I understand. You can walk away if you want. You don't have to do anything to help me or be apart of any of what Andersen is trying to pull you into with the Goddesses. [ A pause, then: ] No... with me.

It's okay if you want to leave. I understand. I don't want you to be in pain or suffer because of me, or what we had before. It's been four months now, and you've done so much without me there. If none of this feels like you anymore? I-it's okay. I understand.

[ Her hands move away from hovering over his and curl in front of her core. The physical representation of space signifying he has the choice to leave and not help; leave and go back to the life he's lived without her. His choice. She won't sway him either way, although she figures it's obvious what outcome she wants. He said time and exposure, but now something has switched in his mind, she wants him to be able to really decide.

She'll always love him--even from afar. She'll always be cheering for him, rooting for him. He's her prince and always has been, even when he insists that he isn't a prince and just a man in a tin can. If they can't be magnets anymore... then he shouldn't have to suffer to try and recover that.

Her heart would break, but, that's not as important to her as Tony's wellbeing. ]

[doesntpaint]

[ Tony’s fingers press into the bubbles around her legs and he pauses. There’s recognition there, but not memory, and that's what frustrates him the most.

His brow furrows, head tilting slightly as he tests the surface of the bubbles with his thumb. He knows this, he knows it does. He can feel how the bubbles give slightly but they don't collapse or pop. Part of him is intrigued by this and wants to borrow one of the bubbles to study in greater detail.

He knows this is interesting, just like he knows he would have wanted to inspect it closely. But as hard as he tries, he can't bring to mind a memory of examining the bubbles or testing them or scanning them or anything. All he can come up with is a feeling of unfinished, unaddressed curiosity about something he wanted to come back to but never did. ]

I wanted to look at this. I wanted to look closer at it, to see if there was a way to augment it, to make it do more for you. [ His eyes drift again, this time in thought, not in panic. It's his engineering brain working again, trying to think about how to improve upon these bubbles; all Tony gets for it is a feeling of pressure behind his eyes, which he tries to ignore.

He blames the confusion in his head for what happens next. Maybe it's another memory he suppressed because it involved his dad, and Howard Stark is a complicated topic for Tony on a good day.

He hears his dad's voice as if it's coming from far away, and he honestly can't remember if this is a real memory or something his mind is making up. How would he have heard this anyway, much less remember it?

...Goddess project... material that adapts... Abe says it's capable of learning...

Goddessium. So the substance has a name. Not a substance, an element. Tony's eyes move back to hers, more focused now, although the headache is growing too.

And then... He blinks. Magnets. Another memory resurfaces, and this time, it's her close to him. Him trying to explain something he wasn’t good at saying plainly, trying to find a metaphor that works because that's just how he works.

We’re like magnets. He hears himself say it, and he feels that he meant it. His eyes close for half a second and a sound that's easily missed escapes him. Is it the headache or the sudden influx of memories that he still feels he's missing the context for?

He doesn't say anything yet, but he sees and feels her hands beginning to pull away and he moves instinctively without thinking. His hands catch hers lightly, not grabbing on or holding too tightly, but just trying to stop her from withdrawing. ]

Don't. [ He pauses. ] I know I don't remember, and I don't know why this is important or even why it matters, but it does. I just know that it does.

[ His fingers curl slightly against hers. ] I know that you matter too.

[bubblesong]

[ She watches his expression and can't help the small smile at the expression that shows curiosity and recongition. They never did get around to studying her liquid metal and bubbles. Something always came up. Either something with the Avengers, or needing to design something for them, or push upgrades for his suit or Stark Industries. A suit for her had also become a priority after Malibu. ]

I was inspired by you. [ She makes a quiet nod down to her legs. ] The way your suits are layered. There's another layer underneath that hugs my legs even tighter... the outer layer is just support and helps absorb some of the motions for walking for now. Just until I'm better.

[ There is a hint of pride in her voice. After all, she can't make the amazing things Tony can. All she can do is apply what she's learned from him into what she designs. Even this attempt with her bubbles is crude. She's surprised he hasn't scrutinized the design concept and how she should be in a wheelchair or using crutches instead.

She did it in order to try and speed her recovery as fast as she could. That way she could find a way out and go back home to him. Not that Andersen has been keeping her against her will. There is a bigger picture going on, and she knows she can't really leave the Goddess Squad now, but ... this place isn't home.

Then again, observing Tony as he is now, and taking in everything from the way he shuts his eyes to the sound that leaves him? She has realized that returning to the Avengers Tower wouldn't be returning home. It's obvious to her that her home--Ariel's home--doesn't exist anymore. At least not in the way that it did before.

That familiar dark loneliness pulls at her and threatens to drag her down into it's bottomless pit.

Somedays... she just stayed in that pit; when her bubbles never brought Cinderella or Abe to save her from Stane.

His hands catch hers and Ariel simply meets his gaze and looks back at him with tears in her eyes. Words are powerful things. It feels like all the words that she has chosen outside of answering with facts have done more harm than good in their brief reunion. What should she say to make it so nothing is hurting anymore? What words work when she shouldn't act how she normally does, but at the same time, not pull away to give him space she thinks he needs?

What should she do? She used to be so good at knowing what Tony needed. She could just watch and notice. Now, it's like the signals she is seeing are all skewed and everything is mixed. He's hurting, but doesn't trust her enough to help. He knows she matters, but that wall to keep people away pushes her back. She can see what he needs, but that familiarity is gone. So... she has to be "Siren" and "Ariel" at the same time. The Nikke but not so much the Nikke where they're entirely strangers.

What words work?

Maybe no words work anymore.

Ariel is silently. No words, none of her customary sounds. Just the sound of her breathing that hitches to keep her tears and emotions back. The sound of the pool water lapping against the edges and the hair that has spilled into it from where they are sitting next to it.

Tony doesn't know how to read her silent communications anymore. He doesn't know what to notice or even to notice. Right? How would he if he doesn't remember anything?

She gently guides his hands to rest over her core, not that he would know it's anything more than her heart. One presses them there, and the other stretches out towards him. Slowly, deliberately, so he can see the motion and know that she will stop if he doesn't want the intimate gesture that only he used to know. The tips of her fingers press against the fabric of the t-shirt under his jacket, feeling the surface of the covered arc reactor. Then, she presses her whole hand against it.

Softly, as if she is afraid he will pull away if she speaks: ] ... I'd like being your other magnet.

[ Of course she remembers his birthday that they first shared. Their conversation. Their dance. The joke he made to kick him if he ever stops noticing her. She won't say any of that. ]

[doesntpaint]

[ There's some habits Tony can't just shut off. Looking at something and trying to puzzle it out is one of those habits. His eyes travel from her face and hands to her legs, taking in the way the bubbles flex and hold her upright. He’s trying to line up two different blueprints of the same machine and they won’t quite fit the way he thinks they should.

He knows things, but he doesn’t know why he knows them. Still, he examines her, and his mind is moving with observable facts: Layering. Support structure. Load distribution. He hears her talk about the outer and inner layers and his brain is already mapping everything out as much as it can. He can see how it was built, and he can see where he would reinforce it, where it's inefficient, and more importantly, see where it's almost too clever. ]

Your bubbles are both doing the job and overcorrecting at the same time. I think that’s why you’re tiring out faster than you should. [ He doesn’t know how he knows that. It's just one of many things he knows but shouldn't know. Or should he?

He pauses in his examination long enough to look back at her face and that's when he sees the tears. That's what stops him, and Tony Stark rarely stops for anyone. I stop for her. I think.

His hand comes up without thought and without permission from the part of him that is trying very hard to stay skeptical and guarded. His thumb brushes under her eye, wiping one of the tears away like it’s the most natural motion in the world.

He frowns faintly at his own hand, like it did something weird and foreign by just knowing what to do. ]

Don't. [ It's not a command, more of a request. ] Don’t do that.

[ Don’t cry. Don’t look at him like that. Don’t make this harder. But then she guides his hands, and he lets her, not even realizing he's letting her. Once his hands come to a stop on her core, something in his head seems to snap.

Memories don’t come back in order. They crash.

Metal. Water.

Her laughing in the workshop while he tries to get a scanner close to one of the bubbles and she keeps moving it on purpose.

Malibu. Smoke. Dust. Her silhouette inside a collapsing structure while he screams her name into the comms. Her saying too calmly: If something comes at you, I swat it.

The flood of memories doesn’t stop, because maybe it can't just yet. He squeezes his eyes shut and his hands tighten slightly where they’re pressed to her. His shoulders tense like he’s bracing through a hit, and for a long few seconds, he doesn’t say anything at all.

But when he opens his eyes again, he’s looking at her differently. He's not confused or skeptical; he might be a little rattled, but he's certain in a way he wasn't five seconds ago. His thumb brushes the edge of her jaw almost absently, like he’s reacquainting himself with something he lost and just found again. ]

We never did get around to studying your bubbles. I wanted to. I still want to. [ He pauses for a little longer then, and then he says: ]

We are magnets. And maybe I don't believe in a lot of things except for what science can prove, but... [ His eyes lock with hers. ] I think... No, I know... I believe in that.

[bubblesong]

[ Little Mermaid stills when she sees his mind has shifted gears. He has a particular look on his face when he moves into building and engineering. Everything else is shut off in favor of fitting pieces together and solving problems. Her eyes follow his gaze from her to her bubbles. Ah, so he is going to scrutinize it. That's okay! It's normal for Tony. She already knows her "design" (if it can even be called that) is crude and nowhere near his standards. ]

Oooh... [ a soft sound of acknowledgement of his critique, but nothing more than that. She's still silent as she can be and waiting out how she can act without causing a feeling of uncomfort or anything else.

Overcorrecting... that would most likely be the kotodama at work in the bubbles. Forcing her legs to move and bend when they aren't fully ready. Still, she can't be immobile anymore. She has to push to be better. Maybe the Goddessium will reprogram itself to how she moves if she makes her legs move. That way she can actually be on the field with Red Hood, and she can go with Tony...

Another thought creeps up in her mind that maybe Tony wouldn't want her to return with him to New York now. Goddess HQ might be her new home. Ultron may have taken all of that away from her.

His thumb brushes away the tear in the corner of her eye. She almost smiles, leaning slightly into his touch until his request comes. Then, her eyes move over him once more.

"Don't do that."

Okay. It's too much of Ariel then; too close and too emotional. She caught the glare he gave at his hand. It's too much familiarity when not enough of it is familiar just yet. She inhales and tilts her head away slightly, just enough to be able to pull her emotions back. An shaking exhale leaves her and she looks back up at Tony, waiting for the next sign on what direction to take for him.

She should pull her hand away from the arc reactor.

Her hand begins to pull away until she sees him shut his eyes tightly. His fingers curl against her hand keeping them at her core. Little Mermaid stills entirely and her eyes widen. She's scared but not of him leaving or no longer wanting her to be apart of his life to any degree. He's hurting and it's because of her. Everything she's done since he walked in the room has just caused some level of pain, anxiety, or discomfort.

Cinderella... what do I do? I just keep hurting my prince. What should I do? You were always the one who knew howna real Goddess of Victory should be... and I can't even be that for my prince. What do I...

Part of her feels again as if she should just dip into the pool and disappear--like seafoam.

Tony opens his eyes and meets her gaze. All she can see is the pain he's in. Not only the physical pain from fighting whatever Ultron did to him... but a quiet exhausted pain. Has he been this way since he recovered from Ultron's attack? Has he been eating enough, sleeping, taking care of himself? She thinks maybe he's even lonely, but, maybe that's just what she wants to see because it's how she feels.

His thumb brushes against her jaw and everything suddenly feels different. She knows that motion, because it's one of his little ways of pulling her attention towards him when she's in her own mind. It's a motion he does sometimes as if he can't believe she's not only there, but that she stayed with him when others left. She knows that gesture because it's one of Tony's silent ways of communicating the one thing he's always really wanted from anyone around him.

"We are magnets."

Little Mermaid raises her suddenly trembling hands. They wrap around him, guiding him into her hold this time. Gesturing for him to rest against her. She will always give him that one thing he's always asking for, even if he doesn't physically reach out his hand. It's a promise she'll never break.

Her chin rests on the top of his head. She isn't sure what she can say that won't cause any discomfort, so all she offers is one word: ]

Tony.

[ It's okay. You're back home. ]

[doesntpaint]

[ Somehow, instinctively, Tony's figuring out that Little Mermaid responds to just about everything he does, and he's not sure he likes that. He doesn't like that because everything can be misinterpreted, and although he's not sure how, he's getting the feeling that she's not understanding everything he's trying to communicate.

... Probably because even he isn't entirely sure what he's trying to communicate. But he figures he better start nailing that down, or this isn't ever going to work. ]

You say things in a certain way when you want to get something across. [ He feels like he should know that, and the memory of it is partly there, but it's also just his observation from the last however many minutes of talking with her. ]

How you said "Tony" just then, that's not just... Something. That means something. You're right about one thing, and maybe I'm not; maybe I'm just reaching, but it's going to be okay, because- [ He stops, because "now that I'm here" is such a bad romantic line. ] It's going to be okay. We're not home, but I'm going to take you home.

[ This isn't home as they know it, and he knows he can't fix her up here. Well, he can, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't know the tools here, or the scanners, or the equipment. He needs to be home to do that. ]

... The only problem is, I'm not working with a full deck of cards here, and I think we both know that. [ For him, that feels like a big thing to admit, something he wasn't willing to admit before. He vaguely recalls a conversation with Peter Parker in which he had no recollections of Little Mermaid at all.

... This is progress, right? ]

Do you still want to go with me? You could stay here, after all. [ He briefly glances sideways, not moving his head since she's resting her chin on top of it, but he moves his eyes just enough to briefly see their surroundings. ] It doesn't look bad; they're probably taking care of you. [ Or she's taking care of herself. ]

I can't guarantee they'll just let us stroll out of here either. [ Well, he'd do the strolling if she says yes to going with him. ]

[bubblesong]

[ She's always been that way. It was the only way to really communicate with her squad--her family--when she first became a Nikke. They weren't even there when she had finally mastered the kotodama and could speak. Then, she had to be on her guard all the time with Stane and the other scientists. She had to know who were the threats and who would be the kindest they could.

Tony... Tony communicates more in unspoken ways. He says things, but his expressions, body language, and sighs say more. Sometimes even the words he says means opposite of how he feels. Learning all those pieces is second nature to her, and so she reacts according to what she notices. The problem now is that it's like Tony is at war with himself, and so she notices things from "both sides."

It's not even really "sides", it's more Tony not being in sync with himself... but she's not sure if he would believe her if she said anything. He may even disagree entirely and insist otherwise. So, she'll keep adjusting to the things she notices! Until he tells her to stop.

Oooh... it's...

That's how it is again. He has to not only learn her again, but how she communicates. Who Ariel is. He doesn't remember the woman he found locked away; who couldn't speak until the taser had been removed. He doesn't remember the taser, or teaching her how to help him work on his suits, or the cake he brought home on his birthday. Their first dance and kiss.

Her gaze softens and drifts upwards. So, he remembers them in terms of how he feels... but not her in terms of knowing everything. That's okay. He can learn who she is again! Remembering and feeling them is more important to her. It means he can embrace those things.

Should she keep noticing things? He told her once he'd notice if she stopped. ]

Huh huh! [ A nod to confirm his observations. Communication is more than words.

She smiles slightly to herself. His mind is still shifted into engineering mode. Fixing the problems. Emotions can wait, because the technology problems have to be fixed first. That was what he said last time she was hurt.

" I'm going to take you home."

She exhales softly and presses her cheek to the side of his head. Home.

Home.

I want to go home.

Her eyes move over the pool room. It's not a bad pool. Her room isn't a bad room either. Andersen and Red Hood have been more than understanding and accommodating. They've been the ones telling her to go slower and take her time to heal. They've been good friends. But...

Goddess HQ isn't home. Neither is the Avengers Tower. It's only home because he's there. How can she communicate that in a way he will understand when he doesn't remember how she communicates? Words are just things when it comes to Tony. ]

Aooou....

[ Little Mermaid pulls back and gently gives him a reassuring squeeze to his arms before letting her hands rest in her lap. She isn't pulling away in the emotional way. Just the physical sense so she isn't in the way of his mind working with what he thinks he needs to fix. Giving him the space and permission he thinks he needs to ask for.

She gives him a gentle smile. Tony is a genuis. He'll figure it out. ] I want to go home.

[doesntpaint]

[ Among other things, Tony has been accused of having the sensitivity of a plank of wood, but he maintains that thought comes from people who didn't actually look. Not that he can blame them, because he never gave people a reason to want to look.

But now, he feels differently, memories or no memories. He almost immediately notices the moment she pulls back from him, which probably isn't too difficult because she's physically pulling back, but the action gets his attention.

A second ago her chin had been resting on him, and the contact made him relax in a way he hadn't done in a long time. But when she eases away, giving him space, he realizes he misses the contact. ]

You know, I could kick myself. I should've anticipated something like this happening. I'm supposed to be ahead of the game; I have been ahead of the game, so what the hell happened?

[ He hates how he feels like his memories are just out of reach, slipping out of his grasp just as he's about to grab hold of them again. But then, with a sudden determination, he makes himself look at her, looking her straight in the eyes, noting how she's sitting, how she's just watching and very clearly waiting.

Waiting for him. ]

Okay, I think you've done enough waiting. No, I don't know how long you've been waiting, but I think that's enough. [ He glances around the room briefly, assessing it the way he assesses labs and workshops and staging grounds: it's all useful and clearly functional, but it's not his. It's not theirs, and it's not home. ]

I don’t know these people. I don’t know this equipment. I don’t know what they’ve been doing to help you, and I’m sure it’s fine, but... I need my tools and scanners and my own systems. I can’t fix what I don’t fully understand in someone else’s sandbox, you know?

[ He pauses for a second, and then he continues: ] This isn't where we fit. It's not our house, our rooms... Our room.

[ He glowers at the pool room like it's personally offended him somehow, as ridiculous as that sounds. ] I know I don't know a lot, but I do know enough to know this isn’t where you’re supposed to be. And I know enough to know I don’t want to leave you here. [ She was left somewhere once, and he doesn't know exactly what he should think about that, but some instinct is telling him that he's never going to leave her behind again. ]

So, do you still want to come with me? You can say no, you know. Part of me thinks you probably should, because, well... [ He rolls his eyes at himself. ] I'm a trashfire, a hot mess, basically any descriptor you could think of, that's me. But, if you say yes, I’ll figure out the rest. Permissions, people, doors, whatever I have to push through to get us home.

[ He pauses, and then the slightest hint of sarcasm touches his voice. ]

They might not like that very much.

[bubblesong]

[ Holding him when something is wrong is something she wishes she could do--something she wants to do. However, she knows Tony. When something takes root in his mind? It won't leave him alone until he's at the least started the idea into a conceptual phase. He had told her about it, and there has been more than enough times where he left the bedroom in the early morning hours to work on something. She knows and understands.

The only times it has ever bothered her was when that deep loneliness curled around her heart. The times where she silently would roll into his arms or against his back and curl her hands into his sleeping shirt. Sometimes it would be nightmares from her time locked away, other times memories from when Anachiro attacked all of them. She does her best to keep all those things to herself... but sometimes she needs him to ground her and remind her she isn't alone or hurting.

Or, she wasn't.

Little Mermaid gives a small smile and looks down. What happened? All she can think was he was scared. Something happened on that trip to the HYDRA base. Something gripped ahold of him so tightly that he went to the farthest possible answer his reasoning could give. He tried to make something they couldn't control. He was scared; so scared he never entirely told her what happened at that base. What Wanda made him see.

Her hands curl slightly in her lap. Wanda Maximoff. She made Tony see something that caused all this damage. A series of choices that has landed them where they are. She's... not sure she can forgive Wanda.

She can't forgive Red Shoes.

Little Mermaid feels his gaze and locks with his instantly.

Waiting long enough; waiting for him to help her where she can't help herself. Waiting for her prince to rescue her again...

Their house. Their home. Their room.

Her breath catches in her throat. They haven't had a house in so long. Three years in December. They have a room in the Tower thats theirs, but not a house.

Their room.

A brief flash of loneliness creeps into her eyes.

"Okay, so... It's not "my bed" anymore. It's "our bed", and anytime you want to use it, it's there."

Her gaze softens as he continues. He unwillingly is repeating himself. Bits of conversations they have had over the last four years somehow all in one. Topics they've discussed and settled, but not ones he remembers. Restablishing everything. The baselines.

Time and exposure...

"You really want this to be yours? All of it? The workshop of insanity, the snark, the nightmares with a side of coffee addiction... You know people are going to think you're nuts for wanting to be around me. For even putting up with me."

Now isn't the time to worry about over thinking words or if he is ready to hear any of them. She knows exactly what to say. He might not be ready, but, it will show him she's already answered his worries. They've decided on the answers.

They're magnets.

He's her prince and she's his little mermaid. ]

Five months. [ Her voice is soft, only a few notches above a whisper. Something quiet only he should know about. ] What happened in Sokovia was five months ago. That was the last time we saw each other... yes, I swatted something for you. A big something. Even with your suit? It would have killed you. I could take the hit and just be severely wounded... but you would have died. You still needed to stop Ultron with the rest of your team.

[ Her hands unfold and gently rest on either leg as if to demonstrate that her current state was the severer wounds mentioned. They were worse five months ago. She couldn't walk at all. ]

They took me away; out from the Tower under everyone's gaze. I woke up here. The Deputy Chief and Red Hood have been doing everything to help me recover. He's the one who told me what happened after Sokovia... and what happened to all of you...

[ That's why she's been here so long. She hasn't been able to leave because of her injuries. Injuries that shouldn't have mattered, because she was supposed to wake up and see Tony and the Avengers victorious. He would have fixed her. They would of gone back to their normal lives. Then, they moved in and exploited something Ultron did. She couldn't have gone back even if her legs were fine.

Tony didn't remember her.

Her gaze softens more. No crying.

She's felt like she's been in that containment room again, even with the freedom to go anywhere in Goddess HQ. She can go outside. Red Hood and her have trained together! She's worked with a real Goddess of Victory. Still, it felt like... ]

Tony?

[ Her hand lifts, but not towards him. Fingers stretch out to the small bubble that has been floating near her. It lands in her hand as if called. She then presses it to core, as if protecting the most precious thing in the world to her. Tony is that to her. He's her world. ]

All of your robotics, your loud music, DUM-E, your love of coffee. The nightmares and anxiety attacks. Your funny remarks, the spotlight on you. Iron Man and Stark Industries. Living in the Tower instead of a house. Your unfinished projects when you start a new one. When you make a choice no one else understands. All of it. It's all apart of you.

Yes. [ Her hand curls over the bubble protecting their rings even more. ] I said "yes" three years ago... and will keep saying it as much as you need. Yes.

[ Then, she grabs the damaged x-rays off the ground. They shouldn't be left behind. Her amber eyes stare at her legs for a moment before a shakey exhale leaves. She pushes herself up. Her legs shake almost uncontrollably before the bubbles tighten around them. Stabilizing them and forcing them to still. She suppresses the look of pain in her eyes because this is important. He needs to hear this more than she needs to sit down.

She smiles for him then, despite the obvious pain. A brilliant shinning smile she gives only when she's trying to express something from the bottom of her heart. Ariel reaching out again for him. ]

If you want me home by your side and in your corner? Yes. If you still want me to be your little mermaid? Yes. If you... still want me to be your wife? Yes, I'll still marry you.

Because, no matter what, you're still my hero. My Iron Man.

[doesntpaint]

[ Maybe it's strange, because Tony talks a lot sometimes. Not always, but there's moments when he just talks and it annoys everyone around him. At least, that's how the Avengers felt, and probably Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy too at one time or another.

Now, though, he's not talking; not because he doesn't have anything to say, but because this is a good time to shut up and be quiet. He just listens, eyes fixed on her like if he looks away for even a second, he’ll lose something important he doesn’t fully understand.

She talks about things that feel lived in and comfortable; listening to her talk is like thinking about memories he should be able to reach out and grab, but every time he tries, his mind meets resistance. The memories feel like they're there, but they're buried under something heavy that he hasn't figured out how to move. He can move things with the suit, but when it's just him with nothing but himself? He can't do anything.

Her words land, and with each one, he remembers a little bit more. Of course he knows the things that happened in Sokovia even if they're a little blurry around the edges. Five months. Sokovia. The situation in Sokovia going bad. Her taking a hit for him.

His gaze drops to her legs when she gestures to them and his jaw tightens. He doesn’t remember the moment, but he knows the facts. Knows the kind of force that would take to damage someone. Even if she says she knew she could survive it, and she obviously did, he knows no one just gets up and walks away from something like that.

Then, his mind fills in the gaps in a way that maybe she didn't intend: They took me away, and you didn’t come for me.

That's when he realizes what happened that day; Ultron didn't damage cities. He didn't go for the nation's leaders. He went for the defenses. Okay, so the Avengers aren't the only defenders out there, and hell, a lot of the time, they break more than they fix. Tony isn't dumb enough to think that there aren't people out there who want the Avengers gone.

Well, Ultron almost succeeded with that, didn't he? He damaged the Avengers, and he damaged Tony, and he's only just now realizing how much.

His eyes lift back to her when she says his name, and he watches the bubble settle into her hand, watches her press it to her core like it’s the most precious thing she owns.

Then she starts listing things about him. DUM-E. Coffee. Loud music. Nightmares. Unfinished projects. The way he makes choices no one understands.

It takes him about five seconds to realize just what he's feeling: he's not feeling judged. He's feeling understood. And more than that, he knows she's not describing Tony Stark, eccentric billionaire in the public eye. She's not describing Iron Man. She's describing Tony.

And when she says yes, and repeats it, he knows it means something, whether or not he has the memories to back it up. And the fact that he doesn't have those memories is what makes this all feel so unfair. How can she still say she'll marry him when he's missing a good portion of his memories of them being together? ]

Look, I'm gonna be honest: I want you home. I want us to be home. But what kind of asshole would I be if I said "yes, let's get married" when I don't remember a damn thing that got us here? It's not fair to you, that's the point I'm trying to make here.

I'd love to just say "If you’re still willing to marry the guy with the coffee problem, the robots, the nightmares, and the spectacularly bad coping mechanisms, then let's do it. Let's get married." [ His expression turns serious then, and more than a little worried. ] That just feels wrong, and everyone knows my "wrongness sensor" has been busted for awhile now. You know, something about taking advantage of you? I don't want to be that guy.

[bubblesong]

[ Little Mermaid takes in every reaction he has to what she says. The way his jaw moves and sets to say he's unhappy and blaming himself for something. How his mind puts together pieces of the puzzle he has inside his head that she doesn't fully understand. The wheels and gears in his head that put together a plan of action and organize facts.

When Andersen told her that they had confirmed Tony had no memories of her... that she had been wiped from the databases of the Tower? She didn't expect him to come and save her. How could he? He wouldn't know someone was missing to go find them. That was why she pushed herself so much to get better. She would be the one to go and find him. She would take herself back to the Tower and reintroduce herself. She'd apologize for not being there. She'd be the one to save him this time.

Reality, of course, settled in the more she thought on it. JARVIS wouldn't just let her in if her information was gone. The Avengers didn't show up either, which means for some reason they didn't investigate where she had gone. Maybe they thought she died in Sokovia. No one on the media had asked where Tony Stark's fiancée had gone. She was... erased. Those people had done it, just like the Deputy Chief said. They erased everything about "Ariel", because nothing was there to stop them once Ultron took away that safety net Tony always gave her.

She was still determined to go back to Tony with her own power once she was healed. One she pushed herself hard enough and fast enough.

That bright smile dims once he speaks. She hadn't expected him to make a leap of faith based on what she said. Tony needs facts and data to believe in things. He needs a reality. The reality she described--their reality--most likely "sounds great on paper", but not real enough. Not enough facts to back up what she says.

Isn't she the one taking advantage of him in this state? Giving the idea they can be married when he doesn't remember the life they've shared together. Suddenly she feels selfish; as if she's asking too much or offering to give him too much at once. Thinking once again that somehow something fairytale like will happen because of all the horrible things they've endured together and apart.

He's remembered that connection and that's enough.

She shifts the x-rays to under her arm that holds the small bubble. Then, the free hand hesitantly reaches out to gently rest against the side of his face; almost as if she is asking if it's okay to be that familiar. Ariel simply wants to communicate she wants that life with him still. He's still her hero.

She still loves him more than anything in the world.

It's just too familiar to say right now, isn't it? ]

Okay. [ Her voice is still soft, but a reserved under current has replaced the over abundance of love. It's still there. Just... subtle for him. ] I understand. I really do.

[ Ariel falls quiet again as she searches for the right thing to do--the right thing to say. Maybe there is nothing right to say. The situation could be so misaligned and unable to be fixed with words or communication. There might be no way to fix or resolve this divide that's been injected into their relationship. She knows that it's that deep loneliness she has always felt rumbling in the back of her mind telling her those things. Things she doesn't want to admit to herself are possibilities.

She looks down for a long moment until she feels the slight tremor in her legs again. How the bubbles affected by the kotodama immediately right the movement. Stand and move. No matter how much it hurts.

No matter how much it hurts... ]

When we get home? We'll put them somewhere safe and secure... until it's time to wear them again. That way they're not taken away again. [ Her hand tightens around the bubble at her chest once more before simply holding it gently. That way he doesn't feel he's taking advantage of her. That way she can earn that level of trust back from him. ] It's okay. I don't--I don't want you to feel pressured into any of it, or that you feel like you're taking advantage of me. You never have.

[ It hurts but that's not his fault. None of it. Ultron made the choices he did on his own. Wanda made her own choices too. Tony may have made Ultron... but Ultron still decided to lash out and destroy instead of protect. He made the decision to break something precious to Tony.

She feels another tremor spike through her leg. The bubbles immediately correct it again. It hurts.

Everything hurts...

Ariel closes her eyes to hide the sudden spike of pain in her toes to her hips. Time is up. She's reached the limit. Faster than normal, so hitting the pool room floor must have done something. ]

Let's go home.