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He's been getting ready for The Big Move (TM) ever since things went horribly, terribly wrong. He can't look around at this place he made for his friends and not see them in every beam, in every metaphorical brick. It's his fault -- the same way it always is. In some abstract way he's blamed, but he only ever tried to do right by them. They were the only ones he ever truly had and now they're gone.

Tony weaves his way through boxes and half-packed knick-knacks to get another cup of coffee. He wishes Pepper were here, he wishes Steve were here. Happy is always around to back him up, but it isn't the same. A notification bell rings somewhere, he thinks it's the lobby. "I'll get this one!" he shouts over the din, interrupting Happy as he tries to handle absolutely everything. As grateful as he is, he can't just sit around. Though if it's another delivery he's actually going to scream -- they need stuff out of the Tower, not more stuff to add on.

The ride down in the elevator gives him time to clear his mind. Not that it does much use, but it at least gives him some semblance of a half of a break-like moment. He takes a sip from his lifeblood and steps out into the receiving room for the Tower. He smiles brightly at the receptionist, God only knows what her name is. He hopes the agency has already placed her at a new job; he reminds himself to check. She tells him cheerfully there's someone waiting for him in Happy's office. He thanks her and heads -- one way, but she course-corrects him in the opposite direction. It's been so long since he's been involved in the minutia of SI he really doesn't know where his head of security's office is. Good going, Stark.

He smooths his rumpled clothes and knocks on the glass where a woman stands, with her back to him. Something is familiar about her; he thinks it's her perfume. Tony tries to tap into that guy who used to do this everyday and just get through whatever this interaction is about to be. Realizing he didn't have to announce his presence in his own offices at all, he brushes by her and stands in behind the desk, setting the coffee cup down on the top before facing their guest.

"Hogan's busy, I hope I'll do." It's a joke more than a boast -- especially since Happy is so much better at all of this than he could ever be. If it weren't for him and Pepper he would've ran this place into the ground a long time ago. But he hesitates, studying her face. His heart begins to pick up speed before full comprehension can dawn. It can't be-- There's no way. He knows better than to assume that, though. "Peggy." And if he looks like he's seen a ghost, well.
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It was late. He doesn't remember what time -- shouldn't he remember something like that? But he doesn't know, only that he's been up too many hours and Pepper is out. The knock startles him out of a doze, pouring over blueprints at the kitchen table of the small(ish) apartment.

"It's open!" he yells, though he really shouldn't. It's not like they live in a bad neighborhood but it's late o-clock in New York City. He assumes it's Rhodey or someone, though. His frown only grows when it's none other than his Aunt Peggy who nudges her way inside. He knows instantly there's something wrong, and he springs up out of his chair before he realizes it, crossing the room in short strides over to it.

"What is it?" His eyes widen a little in fear, thinking the worst. Is it Steve? Sarah? James? It doesn't even cross his mind it could be his parents.
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He still isn't sure how long Peggy's restored youth will last, but he never had the capability to lie to her or keep anything from her besides. In her fleeting moments of lucidity he would try and pack as much info as he could into those moments. He would relish them, because it's what she would want him to do. And while he's grateful to have her back, he isn't sure what to do with having his father. Especially since Howard is from long before there was ever a Tony to neglect.

"Peggy...?" he calls, pushing the door to she and Steve's room that was already ajar, licking his lips nervously. He feels like a kid again, going up to her and all but pulling on the end of her skirt. It's clear he has something to say but doesn't know how to get the words out. "I, uh. Found... this."

This. My dad. Jesus, who just finds their dad in a creepy abandoned alcove. Being a Stark really sucked sometimes. He uploaded the IBM's drive into a basic android, its face a screen that depicts Howard's handsome-and-no-more-than-30-year-old mug. He sighs, shoulders slumping.

"When it rains it pours, right?" At least Howard will recognize her, and that should go a long way to his dad believing who he is. It's odd though, seeing them both at the right age they'd been when they'd met. It's like he's been transported back in time, and it sure is disconcerting.

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