So, here I am again! I don't exactly know how interviews work or what interns do, so if I get some things wrong, you'll know why. I'll try to be as much of a smart-ass as possible, but I don't know if I can make a good representation of Tony. So, please don't be mad at me!

I'll try to update this story as much as possible. Just know that it will take a while for any chapter to be posted. So, in the meantime, find another story to read. Or just wait for a few weeks before coming back to this.

I'm going to try out third person again, simply because I want to see which one is better for this fanfic. All of the stories I have read are almost all third or second person in the rare cases, and I just want to see why everyone does that. Please tell me if you like the first person or third person more. And as always, I am more than happy to read all of your reviews, and I thank all of you who have read this far and who continue to support me.

Anyways, onto the story!

Fiddling with his tie, Connor almost melted into his suit. He had worn suits often before he had arrived here, so the suit's fabric—still the same kind of fabric that had been used in his world—hugged his skin better than his other clothes. However, he was still a teenager, and teens shouldn't appear as elated as Connor's facial expression showed; he practiced tugging at his collar with his face contorted into an annoyed look, until it seemed natural for Connor.

As he straightened his suit jacket from any wrinkles he had made, the crinkling of paper caught Connor's attention. Connor stared at the small piece of paper now in his hand and smiled at the words scrawled upon the page. There were only a few words, but the handwriting and the wording made them all the more sweeter. Even the spelling made it more adorable and cute; his lips couldn't help but lift at the corners when the thought of Mara writing this came to mind.

[Thaynks, Conor, for beeyeeng my friend! Plees com to my plays, oh kay? And breeng Hank with u!]

There was a little heart and a smiley face on the bottom, with Mara's name scribbled in tiny, pretty letters right next to them. It was written with pink ink, and she obviously put a lot of thought into this paper (for a 6 year old). In fact, Peter also joined in by writing a note of his own. He rewrote what Mara said with the correct spelling, and then added his own words.

[You probably didn't get what Mara wrote. Here's what she meant to say:

"Thanks, Connor, for being my friend! Please come to my place, okay? And bring Hank with you!"

Also, I am really sorry about the whole thing with the injured and the car accident. It was really stupid of me to try and help when I myself can hardly bandage Mara's cuts after she walks around in thorny bushes. Mara really wants you to come...and I don't mind if Hank comes along as well. Just come over to the Avengers' Tower with me after school, okay? Remember to tell Hank to come!

Hope to see you again! :)]

Placing the paper onto the counter, Connor silently agreed with Peter. It would be beneficial to meet Peter again at the party. But there was still one more problem needing to be smoothed out. Something glowing a brilliant shade of blue on the side of his head. His LED.

The shinning blue disk would alert everyone in the room that Connor wasn't a human. That he was a machine. No, it was just a loose end that could easily be fixed. Shaking hands grasped the handle of a knife. All loose ends had to be cut, destroyed, and burned. If he was to deceive everyone, he had to make sure it was perfect.

When Connor left the bathroom five minutes later, the once beautiful disk of blue now lay dead in the sink, drained of the energy, love and sentiment that Connor had once given it.

T~T [Oh, this is terrible. I'm so sorry for being so late. Don't worry, I'll try to be a faster writer. I don't want to give up on this fic. It's just so hard to write when you have 2 months worth of stuff to catch up on after being disconnected from the internet for so long. Also, this is a POV change.]

[Again sorry.~]

Hank was just finishing buttoning up his suit when Connor walked into his room, always scanning every little detail. He was like that detective that Hank had read about as a young child. What was his name again?

Ah, yes. Sherlock Holmes. All he could remember about him was that he was a detective with a Dr Bitchson as his sidekick of sorts. No, Bitchson does not seem right, otherwise the school would've never let him read those books. Maybe that was why it was taken off of shelves. Perhaps Hank should ask Connor?

"Are you adequetly prepared for the party tonight, Hank?" Connor's comforting voice asked. At least, as comforting as that voice could get. Cyberlife seriously could not give Connor a voice more fucked up than his voice. And yet, it still fit him better than any other voice. Somehow.

"Let's just get this over with," Hank mumbled, trying to get the knot on his tie right. The son of a bitch cloth just wouldn't listen to Hank's shaking fingers; swearing profusely, Hank threw the cloth to the floor in a fit of rage. It landed on the floor with an unsatisfying thump, unlike his shirts and pants that he would occasionally throw to the floor. "Ugh, this party is going to KILL ME!"

"It won't. D—Dad." Hank froze. He couldn't seem to breath even when Connor loosely wrapped his tie around his neck. Faintly smiling, Connor said, "Let's go to the party. Wouldn't want to be late."

Something was wrong with Connor. He was too formal and polite, and too uncomfortable in his suit. Connor used to walk around in suits like they were a second skin. Now he acted like he has always hated suits, grabbing at the collar like it was itchy.

"So, how was your day?" What the hell? Hank's eyes widened, unnerved by Connor's actions. Did Connor just ask him that?

"It was fine. How about you?" Connor shrugged. SHRUGGED. Fucking Christ, Hank didn't know that Connor could act so teenager-like. How was he supposed to handle a teen?!

"You sure?" This time Connor hesitated. His eyes twitched a bit like he was thinking deeply about something. Hank already knew that this was just Connor processing something, so he waited for Connor to finish.

Then Connor rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm sure." The way he said it was a bit shy. Since it was his first time ROLLING HIS EYES, Hank could understand that. But what Hank couldn't understand was that Connor actually ROLLED HIS EYES!

The way Connor smiled, walked, and talked. He was way too...human. Too teenager. Weird for Hank to even think. He should be happy for Connor, but he feels like he just got out of a hangover. Which he has. "Are you okay, Connor?" The question slipped out before Hank could stop it.

Connor stopped where he was and faced Hank with a confused expression. "Why? I feel fine."

Now Hank stood like an idiot outside the car, fidgeting as he prepared to talk to Connor. God, how he wished he had some whiskey. "You called me father and rolled your eyes and shrugged and just—I want to make sure that you aren't hiding again. That you feel that you can trust me."

From the way Connor looked at him, he felt guilty. Fuck, he screwed up. "I'm fine." Oh god, Connor hates him. "Really. I just want to assimilate with the teenager population more easily and practiced on you. I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable, Hank." And Hank could just tell that Connor was being honest.

Hank sighed, relieved that Connor wasn't going through that phase again. Shit, how was Hank supposed to react if Connor did have another mood swing? "Get in the car already. Also, don't do that again at home without telling me. You almost put me in the grave a million years too soon."

"I apologize for acting like that without mentioning that I was practicing. Did I seem to be a teenager, though?"

Hank ran a hand through his hair as he started up the car. "Yeah, you did," he settled on. And Connor was satisfied, humming some random tune that he must've picked up off the street as he out on his seatbelt. One glance at Hank's seatbelt and it was on in a flash.

How did he even get into this mess? This would surely put Hank down faster than any bullet.

{Time skip! At the party! Also, this chapter is going to be a little short. Sorry! I shouldn't do this to you, but I did! Yay?

Please don't be mad. And it's Mara's POV, just so you know.}

Mara pressed her face against the windows, staring wide-eyed at every flashing light down on the streets. Quickly opening the window, Mara leaned out and tried to call to the fairies down there. One of them had taken her tooth and given her that shiny circle of metal held tightly in her hand.

She could tell that Peter was behind her, but she didn't listen to what he was going to say. Those fairies weren't lights from cars! Connor would believe her!

"Hey, Mara!" Mara refused to look away for a second, afraid that she would miss the fairy fluttering by her window. She had to thank the fairy for the metal, but none of the fairies ever fluttered up too high, and those that did were really high up. Why were they so high up away from the fairies? "I found Teddy!"

"Teddy!" She jumped into Peter's outstretched arms—he had already prepared for Mara's sudden leap—and snatched Teddy out of his grip, hugging her stuffed teddy bear. "I missed you!~ Aww, wook! You're aw dressed up! You're so handsome in that wittaw suit of yours, Mr Bear!"

She fiddled with Teddy's new bowtie, giving him a light kiss on the forehead. "So, where's my new friend? Has he arrived yet?" Peter shook his head.

Mara pouted. Her party was about to begin. Oh, she hoped nothing bad happened to Connor! What if he got kidnapped for his innards?!

"He didn't get kidnapped for his innards, Mara." The small child blushed when she realized that she said that out loud again. Hopefully she didn't say that in front of her new friend. She didn't want him to run away like the last one. Stupid Mara. "He's just going to be here a bit late. Now, who wants some ice cream?"

Squealing, Mara climbed onto Peter's shoulders and yelled, "I scream, you scream, we aw scream for ice cream!" Peter laughed and twirled to Mara's enjoyment, heading for the kitchen where he was sure to find Steve.

Sure enough, Steve was pulling another cake out that Natasha had probably baked, placing it on the table for Mara to fail to reach. "Bad man!" Mara tugged on Peter's hair and dug her legs into Peter's neck, hiding her face in Peter's brown curls. She still hadn't gotten over Steve's imposter. And Steve hadn't really been around to make her feel otherwise about him.

Trying to salvage whatever remained of Mara's relationship with Steve, Peter asked Steve if he could pour ice cream for Mara. And unwrap some candy to sprinkle in her ice cream. In the end Mara grew closer to Steve, accepting that he might have a bit of a good side after he gave her the chocolate ice cream with a few Reeses in there.

"You're nice. Really nice! Can you pour me some more ice cream?" Smiling up at the nice guy, Mara held out her empty cup and pleaded him to give her some more with her eyes. Usually people would do things for her if she did this. Steve was no exception.

But Peter stepped in before Steve could say yes. "Come on, Mara. Don't you want some room for your birthday cake? After all, Natasha made it just for you!"

Mara clapped her hands together and glared long and hard at them. It was her way of thinking deeply about these sorts of things. "I do wike Natasha. Maybe I could have just the Reeses?" She stared up at Peter with her round, sparkling blue eyes.

Mara could see the moment where Peter caved. "Okay, fine. I'll get you some Reeses, okay?" Noddig vigorously, Mara promised that she would only eat three instead of her normal ten. She would sneak off to the fairies if Peter took too long again. After all, Mara did still have to say thank you.

As Peter headed to where she knew the candy was, Mara ran off towards the window. At least, that's what she would've done if the elevator hadn't chimed. Her head snapped towards it, waiting for the doors to open. Oh, she hoped it was her new friend!

And it was her new friend. The nicest bestie ever stepped into the room with his bestest dad and she couldn't help but hop into Connor's arms. He stumbled back out of shock, and his dad made a weird sound in the back of his throat. But it's okay, because his dad was one of the coolest, laid-back dad ever! He was so nice and had the funniest way of saying things.

"Hewwo, fucker!" Mara chirped, copying what Hank said the night she had arrived at his house. Connor glared at his dad, who's face turned a deep red. It was adorable how they reacted to her favorite saying. She would say it to her bestie every time from now on. Especially Hank. He's the coolest! Did she mention that he had one of the greatest hero voices ever?

"Hello, Mara." Her bestie smiled at her. She gleefully twirled at the sound of his voice. It made her feel all giddy inside with how special his voice sounded. It was different from everyone else's voice. She couldn't say how, but it was a nice special. "Sorry we weren't here before. We just had to go and pick up some dog food for—!"

Sumo bolted for Connor, toppling him and licking his cheek while wagging his tail. "Sumo! Get off!" Mara squealed as she jumped on top of Sumo and joined the pile. Her birthday was the bestest day ever! She even got to play with her bestie and Sumo!

Peter wasn't nearly as happy as her, though. "Mara! Get off of Connor! Oh, god! I'm so sorry, Mr Anderson!" Mara rolled her eyes innocently at Peter's antics. Her big brother just loved to fret over everything.

Her bestie's dad just shrugged and said, "Sumo!" The dog boofed loudly, sitting up enough to let Connor push himself off the floor into a seated position. Still, the large dog wouldn't leave Connor's side. "We got some food for ya." At that, Sumo's ears perked up, and he barked again.

Mara clung to Sumo's backside until Hank brought out the food. Once Sumo's legs tensed up, Mara let go of Sumo's fluffy and soft fur so he could run over to Hank and the food bowl. Then she bounced onto Connor's lap, hugging him and saying, "Pick me up! Pwease?"

Then Connor rose up, holding onto her securely. "Spin me!" Mara demanded, and her bestie listened, twirling around in circles. Everything became a blur, and Mara let go of Connor's suit to lift her hands in the air and scream from joy. All the lights swirled in multiple colors, and her bestie could spin for a long time. "Wee!" she shouted, flailing her hands to let her long sleeves dance.

Then Connor stopped spinning. Mara giggled when she looked at Peter. Now he was spinning. She hopped onto the floor and fell down once the ground decided to spin as well. Everything was spinning! She wanted to join the dancing world.

But Peter picked her up before she could spin around again. The only one not dancing was her bestie. Why wasn't her bestie dancing? "Sorry about that. Are you sure I can't do anything for you?"

"No, it's fine," her bestie said in his singsong voice. Mara hummed to herself, trying to catch the tune that Connor seemed to always have in his voice. It was so unique. It was like Jarvis's voice. She couldn't seem to get Jarvis to show himself, no matter how many times she asked. Perhaps she should get him to show her which fairy gave her the shiny metal.

Wait, her shiny metal disk! Where was it? It wasn't in her hands anymore. Mara lifted Mr Bear to her face and tried to focus on his dancing eyes. "Where's my shiny metaw thing?" she demanded, and she could swear that Mr Bear shrugged.

If Mr Bear didn't know where it was, then it was gone! She lost the shiny thing! Mara wailed for her shiny metal disk, remembering how it was hidden underneath her pillow where her tooth was. Now it's gone! She lost the shiny metal disk! It must be so sad and alone.

"Mara! What's wrong?" Peter asked, always her nice, caring big brother.

"It's gone! I wost it! I'm a bad person!" Mara babbled on and on, unable to get anything out other than those three sentences.

"What did you lose?" Her bestie's voice floated over, always as calm and serene as she could remember. Mara sniffled, wiping away her tears as she tried to speak to her bestie.

"M—My shin—ny di—isk of met—taw." Mara hiccuped, burying her face into Peter's suit so she didn't have to look at Connor's face. She cried in front of her bestie! Oh, how she wished she could melt into the floor and disappear!

Peter gently rubbed Mara's back just the way she liked it, calming her down enough that she could breath normally. Connor must hate her now! He must be disgusted at how bad she was for losing her present from the fairies.

"Where did you lose it?" her bestie asked oh so politely, and Mara had to look at him to speak properly. But her mouth was glued shut, so she pointed at the ground in front of the door before huddling in Peter's arms and wailing again.

"Mara, what's wrong?" Now Mrs Potts was here, the nice lady that she was. Her presence reminded her of Teddy, and Mara felt scared that she would lose Teddy. "Peter, what happened?"

Peter lifted Mara again, for she had been slipping from his comforting hold. "She lost her coin. You know, from the tooth fairy."

"I wanted to thank the tooth fairy for the gift. But the gift's gone!" cried Mara, reaching her tiny arms out for Mrs Potts's shoulder to cry on. The nice lady took her out of Peter's hold, and Mara got to see the concerned crowd of adults she had befriended in this strange tower. It only spurred Mara to tightly grasp Mrs Potts's shirt in her fists and cry a bit more. Why couldn't she have the power to disappear?

"Is this is, Mara?" She whirled around to face Connor, who was holding up her shiny metal disk!

"Yes! Yes, that's it!" She fought out of Mrs Potts's grip and landed on the floor with a big thump. The world had finally stopped dancing, so Mara had no difficulty running back to Connor's arms. Hugging his neck, Mara snuggled in her bestie's hold and took the shiny disk out of his hand. Now she could properly thank the fairy that had been nice enough to give her this.

The fairies! "Connor, wet's go meet the fairies outside the window!" Pulling on his hand, Mara dragged him over to the window to see the array of fairies still fluttering over the ground and in the sky. She pointed to one of the faster lights and said, "Wook! It's a speeder. Usuawy they come after midnight." Mara pointed to another one that zig-zagged all over the ground. "And that one's drunk. I know because Uncaw Tony wawks wike that, too!"

Just then, Uncle Tony poked his head into the room and scowled at Mara. "Hey! I don't drink!" Everyone that knew Tony raised an eyebrow. "That much!" Tony added.

Mara just responded with an "Uh-huh." Then she saw a speck of red and blue, and she gasped excitedly. "Wook! It's a powice fairy! They go around and arrest the bad fairies, like how Uncaw Tony got pulled over because I was hanging out the window! I was reawy scared because he was driving so fast. I thought I couwd jump out if Uncaw Tony crashed."

"Hey! I thought you promised to keep that a secret! I even gave you galaxy ice cream!"

Mara stuck her tongue out at Tony. Afterwards, she dashed out the door squealing. Tony could be heard running after her, partially because Pepper Potts came around with a wooden spoon for getting pulled over again.

{Time skip! ( ‿ )}

Mara sat in Connor's lap with Peter to her right and all of her adult friends on the other side of the table with cameras in their hands. Her arrow friend was hanging from the vents with a camera in hand for the perfect shot. Hank gave Mara a thumbs up, and Mara beamed back at him with a missing tooth. Did she ever mention that Hank was the bestest friend dad ever?

"Three, two, one!" Everyone cheered as Mara cut out a piece of cake with the help of her bestest bestie. Lots of clicks and flashes blinded Mara, but Connor's hand kept guiding her hand so the perfect piece had been sliced. And it was for her. All for her.

Her hands reached up to cup her mouth as she stared at the goody sweet cake in front of her. It looked so good! And it was all for her! And Connor, her bestest bestest bestie friend, had cut it out for her! She loved her bestie!

Connor ruffled her straightened black hair, holding Mara's plate for her while she rode around on top of his shoulders. "Connor, do I wook adorabaw in this new pretty dress?" To emphasize how pretty her dress was, she wiggled the ends of her glittery sleeves to make them truly shimmer.

He only needed to glance at her dress once to be able to say, "Yup. You look pretty in anything you wear." That was enough to make Mara melt. Her bestie thought she was pretty! Pretty! She could die right now and say that she lived a life worth living because Connor thought she was pretty!

But the moment ended too soon. She had to wave goodbye to Connor, Hank, and Sumo once the party was over. Peter picked her up as soon as they left to put her to bed, saying that she must be tired after her birthday party. Mara wanted to complain, to say that she was eight now, that she wasn't tired. But she really was tired, and it was bad to lie.

So she didn't whine when Peter tucked her in and sang her that song Aunt May liked to sing. She didn't fuss when everyone came in to say goodnight to her. She didn't snap at Tony when he came sauntering in to jokingly scold her. It was actually nice to have everyone tell her goodnight and a bunch of stories. She cuddled Mr Bear and didn't secretly stay up that night to read books and watch her favorite purple dinosaur dance and sing.

But it would have been better if Connor had been there to say goodnight.

And that's it! It was really short, especially considering how long it had been since the last chapter. But might as well post it now than never. Right?

See you all in the next chapter!