It was JARVIS who reminded Tony of his promise to Kyra. He started the coffee machine while Tony went to wake himself up with a cold shower. He put on a blazer over a t-shirt and black jeans; as if anyone was gonna say no to Tony stark over what he wore! He could be in his boxers and people would eat out of his palm. Tony skipped down to the garage, a car already waiting for him with a hot cup of coffee in the holder, and he drove off to Columbia.

The Rogers drove up to the Avengers Tower to drop Kyra off to college. They helped her set up her room to her preferences, a bed and desk already waiting for her. Since she couldn't get a room on the top floor, she'd instead got a walk out balcony. Afterwards, Kyra chased James as he waddled through the building; thankfully, the smart tower reacted quickly to a baby coming around stairs.

Tony came over in the evening, bringing everything he'd gotten from Columbia. They'd coughed over everything from the latest semesters. Basically, Kyra would be doing online school, but adapted to be more her speed. After dinner, with Steve gone home, Tony stayed up with Kyra, helping her set up an academic path that worked for her.

In the beginning, Kyra was just excited about finally starting school. Two weeks in, however, she realized the pace was too slow for her. Her classes all neatly wrapped up precisely at 4pm, refusing to continue further.

''Tony!" Kyra screamed.

She roughly snatched up the tablet and stomped down to the lab. She walked in on him lying in a pile of suit parts.

Dumm-e whirred, attracted by her entrance, but Tony shooed it back to its corner.

"What up, Icee?" Tony finally addressed her, without actually facing her as he went right back to work.

Kyra sighed and went around where she could be in front of him. She thrust the tablet in his face, tapping her nails on the screen.

"Make. It. Go,"she demanded.

Tony put a wrench in his teeth and swiped on the tablet's screen.

"Hm. Past four. Day's over. Sorry." He removed the tool from his mouth and put it to work.

"What does that mean?!" Kyra whined, even more frustrated.

"Means school's over for today. Go do other stuff."

"That's high coming from you!" she picked and dropped a tool for effect.

"I... this studying... is for my benefit. I have a- well, actually- godly capacity and stamina to keep going for longer than your school runs."

"You know, neurological research proves giving yourself a break makes you function better in school."

Kyra went around the table to stand closer to him.

"Did you even listen to what you just said!" she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think the weight you're carrying on your shoulders is blocking your ears."

Tony gave a slight chuckle at that.

Her pity for him grew and she raised her hand to his cheek. "You are punishing yourself. There is no benefit to you or anyone else you staying up for...."

"48 hours," JARVIS said.

''... 48 hours."

She fixed his hair and smiled warmly.

''Trust me, I am in AWE of your mind, but even the best computers in the world burn out when run too long."

Tony looked up at her almost sincerely before he faked a pout.

"School's not on till tomorrow," he said stubbornly, seeing through her efforts to butter him up.

Kyra laughed in defeat.

"I figured. But two can play this game. I'm off school, you're out of the lab."

"No can-."

''And maybe, you can lend that big brain of yours to science!" she suggested excitedly, running a cold hand through his temple.

Tony scoffed a smile in her care.

They spent almost eight months coexisting. Tony was there for Kyra when she needed him, like when school got too much, or when her grandmother died. In turn, Kyra was there for him, giving him healthy exits for his anxiety, and even helping him build suits and stuff. She even helped his relationship struggles.

One night, Tony was sneaking down to his labs when he heard crying. There was only one other person in the tower at the moment and, given that it wasn't him who was crying, it had to be her.

Tony cautiously went over and did a courtesy knock before he let himself in.

"Knock, knock," he joked as he walked in.

Kyra rolled back her desk chair to face him, wiping at her face.

"Bad dream?" He asked as he plopped on her bed.

"I wish. I failed," she sniffled as she rejectedly told him.

Tony sat up and coolly shrugged. He knew his share of failed tests, but now wasn't the time to share them.

"It's just one test. Not like you can't take it again."

"No!" Kyra defensively shouted as she stood, before realizing her mistake and calmed down. "What if, what if it was a life. What if it was a person's life, and I failed! I'd be the reason they're dead."

Tony looked at her as if he was looking through her. "Why do I get this isn't about neurology?"

Kyra sighed, throwing her hands up in exhaustion and sat down next to him.

"It's not."

"Talk to me," he said calmly. His tone didn't rush her, nor hold any expectation.

"My grandfather, my whole family, they think I'm some sort of prophetic savior. The fate of the world rests with me, and I can't even pass a freaking magic class!"

"I get that. Not the, magic class part, but the feeling? Definitely." He patted the bed and stood up.

"You know, I didn't make the suit suddenly all ready to go. I built it up. Piece by piece. Adjusting it along the way. I didn't have something on a last mission?" He spun and pointed at her as if it was a surprise quiz, "You can bet it's not gonna hold me back next time around. You don't start with saving the whole ass world. You start with one person. Then the next one, then so on. You know there's a saying? 'He who saves the life of one man, saves the world entire.'"

Kyra managed a small laugh. "Book?"

Tony gave her a look that said: do I look like the reading guy?

"Movie," he corrected her.

"Got a copy?"

Tony clapped his hands. "Jarvis, set up the theater room, Schindler's list."

"As you wish, boss."

"And you, I don't wanna see that face anymore. Save those tears for after the show."

Kyra laughed at his upbeat mood.

"As you wish, boss." She winked and got off the bed.

"I'll see you downstairs. Plain or butter?" He asked on his way out.

"Extra butter. And Twizzlers."

"On it. Hurry up, or I'm gonna start without you."

Continuing the tear fest, the movie night picked up with The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. At one certain scene, in which the boy had run from home, Kyra made an agreeing comment, which worried Tony.

"Hey ColdStone, does your family know you're here?"

Kyra deliberately concentrated on the movie, tossing popcorn in her mouth as she ignored him. "Well if they didn't before, they do now."

Tony only huh-ed, before he continued watching the movie. Meanwhile, a whole other scene was playing in his mind. As Kyra slowly began falling asleep on him, Tony hoped the other Rogers was a bit more awake.

The next evening Kyra came out of her room for a snack, she noticed the place more decent looking than they usually had it.

"Are we expecting guests?" She asked Tony as she walked a juice bottle into his lab.

"Are they really guests if they're family?"

"No way! Jamie's coming over!?"

Tony smirked. "Yeah. You know, along with the other two who live with him."

The Rogers family arrived 30 minutes later, at 7:00pm sharp. After a while of family get together, Tony had to excuse to attend a call from Pepper, while the others took James to his play area in the tower.

Steve left his son to play with the toys as he joined Kyra on the nearby bench. He hunched over, hands clasped between his legs. Kyra knew something was about to come up, so she deliberately kept her attention on her nephew.

"Tony tells me you're stressed about meeting expectations."

"How am I supposed to save the world if I can't even pass class."

"Well, maybe you haven't had the right teacher," Sharon added, as she was sitting beside them.

"No?" Kyra turned to her, now focused on the conversation. "My dad, my grandma, Heimdall. They've all been working on me. And I failed."

"If I've learned anything about you, it's that you aren't a traditional student. And well, Asgard seems to be as old as Norse mythology. So maybe Sharon's right, you just haven't found the right teacher yet!"

Kyra gave him a pursed smile and patted his shoulder.

"Thanks for the pep talk, bro. I'm gonna go show some tricks to James. All I'm good for right now."

Steve sighed as he watched his sister literally run away from the conversation.

"I am so out of my element here. Magic is most definitely Loki's thing."

Sharon scooted closer, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"And they're not getting along so well right now. They don't know her like you do. You've been there longer for her."

"That's not his fault!" Steve felt weird defending the guy who once tried to take over the planet, but this was a different situation.

Sharon tutted. "I'm not saying it is! I'm saying, you have more right to raise her. And if we are going to be... co-parenting her, we all need to be on the same page."

She nodded towards their son. "Just like you and I know what we expect of James, it's important that you know what they want for Kyra, and for them to know what you bring to the table."

"So what do you want me to do? Go up to the ancient gods and say 'hey, we need to get this right?'"

"Exactly. They're ancient. And they need to be brought up to date."

"I can't do that right now,"

"That's fine. Right now, she needs support. Needs her brother. If she is supposed to save the world, she's gonna need to rely on more than just magic. Take her on your next mission," Sharon suggested, despite knowing Kyra's history with the group.

"She doesn't like SHIELD. And I don't want her with them."

"This isn't about SHIELD. This is about her watching you, seeing how you take on the weight of the world on your shoulders. She's gonna need what you got."

Steve pursed his lips in understanding, nodding as he made some plans. This was going to be some heavy work.