A/N: This is set after season 2.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC

Destiny POV

I bolted out of the room and down the corridor. I had to get out of this place; even if it killed me. I continued down the empty hallway. Come on, come on. It has to be here somewhere, I thought bitterly.

There, dead ahead. I could almost taste my freedom. I was so close to the door I could nearly touch it.

"Miss Stark, shouldn't you be in class?" Damn it! I was so close this time. I turned around and saw a very upset school principal. "Follow me Destiny; you can explain why you are not in English when we're in my office,"

I blew a stray piece of black hair out of my face. Reluctantly I followed Miss Walsh to her office. I took a seat and dropped my bag. I could practically hear my father's angry voice. I sighed. I tried to look on the bright side; couldn't find one. This was the twenty-seventh time I had skipped a class. I would know; I had kept count. And if I was correct, which I was, last time I skipped I was warned of expulsion. Won't Daddy be excited about this, I thought mockingly.

I looked up to Miss Walsh. She was on the phone with Mum, I could tell because I couldn't hear any yelling.

"Yes Pepper I understand your situation; but you and Tony were warned that if Destiny was caught skipping class again she would be expelled. Yes of course. Goodbye,"

Miss Walsh put down the phone then looked up at me. I gave a nervous grin in return.

"You must enjoy my company Destiny, seeing how you always seem to be in it," the young woman stated humorously.

"You know me, I'm just the friendly type," I beamed back.

"Perhaps you would like to explain to me why you weren't in English?"

"Uh because I hate English just like I hate this school!" I snipped heatedly.

"I don't think it's the school you hate Destiny; am I right?" she inquired softly. "You hate being here; in a completely different country, being so far away from your family,"

I suddenly found a grey painting very interesting. You have no idea, I reflected sadly. I knew why my Dad sent me away, but it didn't make it hurt any less. I doubted that he even cared anymore. The emails stopped months ago, and the phone calls had ceased as well. Realising that I hadn't spoken for quite some time I murmured a reply.

"I guess so,"

"Destiny; you do realise that even through you are being expelled from here, your father will just send you to another boarding school, right?"

I looked over to Miss Walsh's kind eyes. "He's gotta find one first,"

At Stark Tower…


I groaned and hung up the phone. I glanced around the empty hallways; several shiny cameras flicked this way and that. A quick look at my watch told me that the meeting was over. The door clicked and several people dressed in suits strode out. I walked in and wandered over to Tony; who was too caught up in what he was doing to notice his own wife.

"Designs for a new suit?" I asked after staring at his sketches.

Tony looked up and smiled. "Maybe. What are you doing here? I thought I sent you home to relax?" he stood up and pecked my cheek.

"Well it's kinda hard to relax when I just got a call from Principal Walsh,"

He exhaled noisily and held the bridge of his nose. "Let me guess, Destiny's been skipping classes again," Tony half smirked. "Takes after her father,"

"She's been expelled Tony,"

Tony's shoulders stiffened then drooped once more. I could see the disappointment from where I stood. This was the sixth expulsion for Destiny; and I could tell Tony was getting tired of finding a new boarding school every few months or so.

"What am I supposed to do Pepper?"

I smiled at my husband. "You mean what are we supposed to do, Tony. She's my daughter too,"

I placed my hands on his shoulders and his on my waist. "Well, are you going to answer my question?"

I placed my head on his chest. "She needs to come home,"