I would like to again thank everyone and tell you the wait is now over and the sequel posted! Here is PART of the first chapter, but you have to go over to the new story to read the rest! Thanks again and enjoy

Chapter 1

October 2012

Daisy gritted her teeth as she twisted the woman's hair into a painful knot. A sharp cry of pain echoed through the room as Daisy finished her work, putting the last pin in place. Smiling brightly, the S.H.I.E.L.D agent stepped away and admired her effort.

"You look beautiful," Daisy finally concluded, stepping forward to hug her mother. Pepper's dress was simple, but the price tag was high as one would expect for a Stark wedding. Off-white lace looped in intricate patterns down her arms, and the sides. A modest train hung off the back, pleated as to look like the crashing waves of the ocean. Tony had, of course, suggested something ridiculous- "red, or at least made of crystals" but since he'd let the girls plan everything, everything appeared modest. (Tony had, however, set a minimum they could spend, so some things cost far more than they appeared to, but Pepper didn't mind that.)

"Oh Daisy, you look wonderful as well," Pepper answered, pulling the young woman in for another hug. Daisy was the only bridesmaid, and, as such, had gotten to pick out the color of her dress. It was a deep red, a bit too short and a bit too tight, but it was the soft, deep neckline that would probably send her father to his grave. "You look like a real woman, and you are! When did you grow up?"

Daisy wasn't quite sure, but suspected it might have been when aliens invaded New York. Everything had been so different since that day, and whatever innocence Daisy had left disappeared into a wormhole with her father. Iron Man had returned, but not Daisy's childhood. Some things just didn't come back.

But some things did, and for that Daisy and Pepper were eternally grateful. Tony had come back out of that wormhole. Tony had returned from the brink of death, and now he was getting married. Finally he was accepting that the man who partied all night was gone, and that the new man, the husband and father, was far better.