California Dreaming

Or,

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

A conversation that happened in California after Kagome told Tony the truth about everything. More of an omake than a decent chapter.

Tony questioned her unrelentingly over the next few days about Inuyasha, trying to find out more about the boy who had her heart. "I'm telling you though, I'm not pulling any punches. If I have to, I'll meet him in Iron Man if he asks to take you out."

She smiled. "Otou-san, I've seen him slice a Centipede Noblewoman in half lengthways with just his claws, and she was as long as three city buses. A metal suit will not impress him."

Tony narrowed his eyes at her disparagement of his suit. "I'll have you know I've cut a battalion of battlesuits in half with my laser."

"But you can only do that once, you said. Inuyasha can create as many thrown blades as he needs using his blood and youki." She turned her nose up just slightly, proud of him.

Tony made a sour face, letting his tongue poke out in disgust. "Ugh, can you say biohazard? Bet he can't fly faster than the speed of sound."

Kagome considered it. "No, his brother can fly, but Inuyasha can't yet. He can use the wind to run treetops and glide for good distances, though. It's why he prefers not wearing shoes."

Twitching, he asked, "You're telling me he can run on top of the wind?" At her nod, he got serious, refusing to lose the game. "I built a miniature arc reactor to keep the shrapnel out of my heart while imprisoned deep in the desert."

Kagome sighed, not wanting to disrespect her father, but kinda having fun topping his tales. "His brother put a poison hand through his stomach and out his back, destroying almost all the organs in his abdomen, and he was completely healed from both the poison and injury a week later."

Top that, can you, Stark? Tony did his best to come up with the next brag, but first gained time to think by criticizing her choice of friends. "You need to make some nice girlfriends at school, ones that are only interested in fashion, boys, or shopping. Your friends are way too violent. Of course, I'm the one being hypocritical there, since I survived a hit from Mjollnir."

She hardened her eyes. Apparently, this was a game her father liked. "My friends are perfectly fine, and Inuyasha protects me. He's worked very hard to keep me safe, even fighting and killing the huge, lightning spitting dragon that had inflicted mortal wounds on his father... forcing himself to use his sword instead of his hands to kill, it so he wouldn't be tempted to go full youkai and hurt me or our friends ever again."

"Yeah, well... I saved all of New York by flying an atomic bomb to the other side of space!"

"And almost died doing it, if the news was right." She snapped, upset and worried that he did such a boneheaded thing when he could have released it right before passing through the portal. "Inuyasha could have cut a hole to hell with his sword and taken care of it without almost dying."

He considered her point. "That was a little on the idiotic side, right? And if it had gone wrong, I would never have met you, so I promise to take more care in the future." He turned like he was about to leave the room. "I've fought one-on-one with a demigod."

Kagome smirked, letting him reach the door before she hit him with the rejoinder, "Between the two of us, we've killed two gods and a handful of wanna-bes."

He turned back around quickly, looking at her intensely. "You're making that up! No, wait, I can see by the way you are looking at me, you aren't. C'mon, cut me some slack here, I'm not as young as you!"

She laughed, considering the win hers. "You're way younger than him. He passed his second century a few decades ago, even if you don't count the fifty years spent in stasis."

Tony growled and began to stalk her her. "I'm the adult, I get the last word."

"Youth and beauty gets the last word! And the last brownie in the kitchen!" She slipped past him and took off running towards the kitchen.

"Hey, wait, those are my brownies! I only get to eat them once a year, so keep your grubby paws off! JARVIS, protocol eleven! Protect those brownies!"