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"So." The debriefing over, Juliet turns to you, arms crossed. "What was that about?"
"What was what about?" You peruse files as you speak, not wanting to meet her gaze.
"You called Tony Stark--Iron Man--"Dad". Wanna tell me why?"
You slam the file shut and stand with force, causing your partner to jump. "Not here," you grit out instinctively, before exhaling and forcing yourself to calm down. "Swing by my apartment."
Juliet gapes. "You never let anyone in your apartment. We don't even know the address."
You shrug. "Well, now you will. Follow my car."
"Oh, my god," Juliet breathes in awe. "This is where you live?"
"Yup." You studiously ignore the face-down picture on the mantel, gesturing towards a couch, while you move to the adjacent bar. "Want anything to drink? Mai Tai, right?"
"Uh, yeah, sure. How did you know?"
"When I started here, social cues weren't my forte, so I'd copy you a lot in public, which meant drinking what you were drinking--which, most often, was a Mai Tai." You walk over, finished mixing, and hand her her drink before sitting down with your Vodka Sea Breeze, emphasis on the vodka. You're going to need it to get through this. "So."
"So." Juliet leans forward. "Your dad. Tony Stark."
"Long story."
"We've got time."
You sigh, knowing she isn't going to be dissuaded. "Okay." Subconsciously fingering the rim of your glass, you stare into the gas fire. "Growing up, my dad was...