nextgenerationmarvel | So, um...Dad. (open to Stark-ish family and Remi)

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So, um...Dad. (open to Stark-ish family and Remi)

The test results weren't changing. The little parasitical organism growing inside Alexa wasn't going away. The hormones were getting worse, as evidenced by Alexa's keen strategy of kicking Remi in the nuts to rescue him from a really bad situation. She had also noticed a slight...bump going on where her stomach was and guessing by Remi's near inability to look up from her chest these days she was pretty sure that her stomach wasn't the only thing that had swollen.

There was no denying it now. Alexa was with Atlantean spawn. Do they make booties for wingy feet?

"Remi?" she peeked in at him. He'd been having a lot of Tank Time since the whole ball-kicking incident.

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Remi glanced down at the hand clinging to his leg. He was glad to not be magically diminished so his strength would cover whatever Alexa could do to him.

"Well, as I have no clue what's going on, it's up to Alexa."

"This is all just...awkward and I am not handling it particularly well."

"Nobody's killing anyone. I consider that a sign of a meeting going well." Tony answered, not entirely helpfully. Hey, considering how his marriage ended, it was a valid method of measuring success in family interaction.

"No possessions. No nobody's scrotum being mangled. We're fine, Alexa." The waitress started to come close but Remi signaled for her to wait a moment or two. Once he got the nod of assent, the Atlantean turned back to his girlfriend.

"You do have a point, Dad. And there have been no weapon-based fights. This is pretty solid progress." Alexa wasn't even referring to the end of her father's marriage. She'd seen her parents fight and that was enough.

"I'm pretty overwhelmed, Remi. And since the adventure with the crazy death queen or whatever she was...I've been unsteady."

"You know, it really seems like the two of you need to talk more than you need me here. Why don't you do that? We can have lunch together another time." Tony put his menu on the table and leaned over to drop a kiss on his daughter's cheek. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I'll admit that a baby wasn't what I was expecting, but if you're happy, I'm happy."

He nodded to Remi as he got to his feet. "Congratulations."

"Queen Medb," he corrected automatically. Remi rubbed his eyebrows for a second then ran his hand through his golden hair.

He nodded back to Alexa's father but stayed quiet outside of royal protocol.

"She was icky regardless," Alexa grumbles and softens a bit when her father kisses her cheek.

"Thank you, Dad. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay. I may be at the office or home, but I'll have my cell on either way." He stepped away from the table and headed for the door. The next few months were going to be... interesting.

Remi stayed quiet and a little blank. From just getting back emotional and mental equilibrium to this took some adjusting. He pushed at the edge of his menu with a fingertip. His shoulders started to feel a little heavy again.

Alexa wathced her father leave and then turned her eyes on her boyfriend. It was pretty clear that she had bungled things based on the subtle dip in his energy and the way the light didn't quite meet his eyes. It seemed that not only did she manage to not inherit even an ounce of the Stark Smoothness, but she had managed to pick up some interpersonal clumsiness along the way.

"We can order things to go," she says after a moment, looking down at her own menu.

He took in a breath. There was a lot to assimilate. Rather than focus on the part that freaked him out slightly, he chose to pay attention to the part he regretted. He was, by his estimation, the reason Alexa was overwhelmed and unstable. His actions and faults lead to it.

"That will take a lot of bags if you're ordering the left side of the menu," he teased quietly. He looked over at her to try to gauge some way of being helpful.

"Yes. But you're strong. I know this firsthand. And I'm pretty sure the little you within me will loan me some strength if it means he gets pasta," she smiles. "I could give you a shoulder rub to make it up to you?"

She tried to not to look or sound nervous, but he was hard to read sometimes.

He gave her a small grin. "That's all right, but I don't need one. You, on the other hand, might need one. We'll get our food to go and settle in somewhere where you're comfortable."

He paused a beat. "Even if that means I have to picnic in a lab with experiments."

Not his favorite place to be but sacrifices had to be made.

"I was thinking more like a comfy chair nearest your tank of relaxation." Sacrifices indeed.

"That will work." He waved over the waitress and placed their to-go order. He got a slightly baffled look at the order for the left side of the menu, but the order was taken and delivered to the kitchen.

"Now, will you want me in or out of the tank? Easier to eat outside the tank. Food won't float away..."

"Where will you be most comfortable? We perhaps should consider getting you a flotation device with a tray for food sometime so that you can chill and also enjoy your dinner. Like those drink things in pools."

He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Mm. I can float around any time. I'd prefer being in a comfy chair with you in my lap. I've got shields to protect you in case I get sloppy."

"Is that so? Hm. The Remi Chair does sound so much more comfortable than watching you float around...and if you get me dirty you'd have to clean me up..."

"Just so," he answered. Remi gently grabbed her hand and held it.

"Though I do admit I'm pretty damn good at getting you dirty."

Alexa squeezed his hand lightly and smiled.

"You do. You're a dirty, dirty man, Remi. What am I going to do with you?"

He guessed she meant that as a rhetorical question. However, it did not stop his facade from cracking just a little.

"Keep me." His voice grew a little more tender. "Or at least I hope you do."

"I have no plans to ever let you go," she whispers.

He smiled without tentativeness or guile. He turned more in his chair and leaned closer. He placed the hand not holding hers softly against her stomach.

"You and our baby are the only sure things I have. I don't... I don't want to lose either of you." Despite his not-wise yet effective plan to get everyone else out of a dimension full of evil faerie things.

"I'm a Stark. The baby's part-Stark. It's going to take one hell of an effort to dislodge either of us from being pains in your ass, Remi," she teased gently then covered his belly-based hand with her own.

"We are yours, Remi. We're not going anywhere. We...we are your family here. This is our family."

So, um...Dad. (open to Stark-ish family and Remi)

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