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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The front called Remi's room (okay, so it was in practice Remi and Alexa's room) to let them know that her guest was there. Excellent.

"Come. Let's get this over with," she said as she took Remi's hand. She paused, though, and stopped to adjust her shirt a bit in an attempt to make herself look...more normal.

Remi had gotten into a pair of pants and a light linen shirt that was only buttoned up to his navel. Thankfully, he had shaved this morning, so he did not completely look like a beach bum in the middle of winter. More clothing was a concession to not give flashbacks of war being called on the surface.

He gave Alexa's hand a small squeeze. "Let's just get past it. I don't want anything over at the moment."

She nodded and took a deep breath then went down to greet her dad, holding Remi's hand tightly.

"Hey Dad!"

Tony was waiting patiently in the lobby, dressed down at his most casual. No suit today, just a button down shirt and a pair of dress slacks. He looked up when he noticed Alexa approaching with Remi in tow.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted her and gave a nod to Remi, getting to his feet and reaching to hug Alexa. Something about her seemed... different.

"Glad you came. And you're early. How does that happen?" She hugs him and then steps back, going immediately to Remi's hand. "You hungry? Either of you?"

Remi gave Alexa's father a nod back and let the Starks handle the pleasantries. Though he was a little surprised how briefly his hand was without Alexa.

"Yes, I could go for something to eat." In public. Where he was less likely to get set on fire.

"I could eat," he answered, watching the two of them curiously. He slipped his hands into his pockets and nodded for them to lead the way. He'd been given a tour of the new facility once upon a time, but he preferred to let the residents lead the way. "My appointment canceled earlier in the day, so I decided to head over a little before our scheduled date. Hope I didn't throw off your day too much."

"Not at all. My days have been sort of weird lately anyhow. I'm thinking we should go to that little Italian place just down the block. The one you like, Remi." She smiled at her father. "My treat. Well. Sorta, considering your accountant still handles my bills."

Remi put on a congenial smile. "Good choice, gorgeous."

He gestured for them to start toward the door. "Starks before Atlanteans."

"How generous of you," he answered Alexa with a wry smile. It didn't bother him much, really. If she'd been running around blowing his money like, well like he had at her age, then he'd be less amused. She was a good kid, though. Shocking, considering half her genes came from him.

He flashed Remi a slight smile and headed for the door with Alexa. "Italian, huh? What's their specialty?"

"I've never paid much mind to their specialty. Remi usually orders something that looks great and then I get that but today I'm going to murder some carbs. I could eat a boat of noodles."

"Their Bisteca Alla Griglia is pretty good," he recommended. "Most of their pasta dishes are pretty good. I've had everything there, nothing bad on the menu."

Considering he usually ate 2-3 entrees when he was there, he had sampled just about everything on the lunch menu.

Tony glanced back at Remi, vaguely impressed. Everything on the menu was an accomplishment. He usually just found a thing he liked and stuck with it. "Bisteca Alla Griglia. I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

"I might have to order two things. Potentially three. I'm starving. Remi, I blame you." She got them to the restaurant and then inside. It wasn't too crowded, but of course with Remi in tow they got a fantastic, mostly private table. And obligatory swooning over Remi.

Remi could have tried to cover that, but really, he couldn't run away from. He shrugged. "You can blame me; it is my fault to a degree."

The Atlantean prince gave the staff a smile as he seated himself beside Alexa. He gave the waitress a wink, which she had to go into the kitchen to settle down from. It would give them a few minutes to go over the menus.

"You weren't kidding about the carbs, I see?" There was an undercurrent to the conversation that was starting to make him uneasy, but it was too late to back out now. Instead, he took his seat at the table and reached for the menu he was given.

Alexa gave a cursory look at the menu. Anything that was covered in cheese and was also noodley was going to be a winner. She was also going to throw down on the bread. She had plans. But Alexa could see that Tony was starting to get that "something weird is going on" look in his eyes and she figured now was as good a time as any.

"No, not kidding about the carbs." A pause. "Dad, I need to talk to you about something."

Remi glanced at Alexa and then at the menu. He set the menu down and prepared for Han Solo to shoot first. Or so all those t-shirts told him.

There was that other shoe he was waiting to drop. Tony folded his menu and looked over at Alexa. "Thought that might be the case. What's up?"

"Um." She looked at Remi, then at her dad, then at her menu.

"I'm harboring an Atlantean."

Somehow, he just didn't think she was talking about sneaking an illegal alien into the city. He glanced down at her belly, struck speechless for a moment. He'd considered the possibility that this might have been one of the possible subjects for this meeting, but...

He looked over at Remi and then back to his daughter. "Alright. What do you two plan to do about it?"

"Well, general consensus is that we plan to have the baby. Remi has suggested a water birth and it's not a half bad idea."

It was a good thing Remi's shields were invisible; no one knew they were there. Though he slowly lowered them. He thought he might need to put them up when they weren't witnesses later, however.

Oh God, he did not want to know anything about the birthing process. At all. Ever. He closed his eyes a second and reopened them, giving a calm nod. Calm now, killing later.

"Does your mother know?"

"Not yet. And she's probably going to kill me."

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