wow I guess doing replies would be much easier if I actually updated my thread tracker—
"You’re not the boss of me anymore! I’m twenty-one years old!"
"Andrew, this behavior is unacceptable—"
"Like you’re one to talk, Dad!"
"Shut up! Stop trying to take over my life….in fact….get out of my life!"
Andrew’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter as the argument replayed over and over in his mind. Or rather, fragments of it. He was a little….off tonight. Thanks to some lovely vodka of course. He and his dad had gotten into over Andrew’s being on the cover of yet another magazine—drunk and acting shamefully.
They’d argued and Andrew had left, simple as that. He didn’t need him, he was twenty-one. Now was the time to be living, not be bossed around by your ‘daddy’.
"Oh what does he know….anyways?" he muttered, shaking his head as he tried to fight the dizziness that was threatening to overtake him. Andrew looked up just in time to swerve around an oncoming car, sending him spinning into the ditch.
He heard the squeal of the tires, a car horn and the awful sounds of metal just crumpling right before his forehead connected with the steering wheel as everything about him started to fade into black.
Mr. Stark, it's been well over twenty five minutes since I could get a lock on your son's vehicle; are you sure you don't want me to call? Given the circumstances-- “I told you, give it a rest, J.A.R.V.I.S..” Tony retorted in a stern voice.
Yes, you did; my apologies, sir.
Tony knew better than to waste time trying to keep track of his son’s whereabouts. Andrew surely knew how to disconnect his car from the home interface by now; but, if that wasn’t the case, there was a hell of a dead zone just as you exit the driveway.
Either way, there wasn’t much Tony could do about it. Just…wait him out.
Pulling himself closer to his work bench, the engineer leaned over his project as he soldered away at two stainless steel plates laid before him. The same heated argument that sent Andrew onto the streets of California, sent Tony to the confinement of his workshop, where he would work on his next project until Andrew returned.
Tony practically threw his tools to the table top, falling to the back of his chair with a shake of his head. “Really, J.A.R.V.I.S.? I said I don’t want to talk about it, I told you I don’t want you to call him, I clearly said—”
Yes, sir; but I believe you need to see this. J.A.R.V.I.S. interrupted, streaming live news feed to the TV across the garage for Tony to view.
Tony’s heart seemed to stop, and his lungs wouldn’t let him take breath; the footage on the TV was of a car crash, one involving a custom flat-black Ferrari. Just like the one Tony bought for his son on his eighteenth birthday.
Sir, I believe I have acquired the location of Andrew's vehicle...
Remaining silent as his hopefully deceiving eyes fixed on the TV, Tony completely disregarded the A.I.. Instead, he forced himself out of his chair and towards the garage door in a sprint for the stairs. “J.A.R.V.I.S., I need a car; have it out front for me, A.S.A.P.. Keep an eye on that channel and keep me updated. I’m also gonna need directions; give me the fastest rout to their nearest hospital. If they call me before I get there, just tell them I’m on my way.” he ordered, grabbing a coat on his way out the front door.
I'm already on it, sir.
on my side
by my side
or in my
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