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Tony stuck out his tongue and caught it between his teeth. He had to be very quiet or the nursery school angel would catch him and bring him back.
Angel nursery was all right, but Tony missed his momma. She was crying the last time he saw her, and that just wasn't right. He'd told Gabriel and Michael and Raphael that she needed him, but they just smiled and said he was too little to understand the mysterious ways, and after all, she'd come to Heaven in a little while.
Well, Tony didn't want to wait. He'd watched the archangels and he was pretty sure he knew how this flying worked. It wasn't the wings. Not really. A simple flight dynamic equation clearly showed that they were too small even if the shape of the body made a decent fuselage, which it didn't. And shoulder muscles obviously weren't strong enough. So it didn't matter that five year old Tony had stubby gray downy wings and his flight feathers were bare pinions.
All an angel needed was belief. Tony sneaked to the edge of the school cloud and spread his fluffy wings. "I can fly!" he said and jumped off.
It took a lot longer than he thought to get home. He kept getting lost. And he had to hide from the angels who were looking for him. And sometimes he got tired and had to sleep in a hidden place. He found interesting things sometimes, too, like Captain America sleeping in the ice. He wasn't sure why the Captain wanted to sleep there; it couldn't be comfortable, but grown ups do funny things.
But he finally felt he was close to momma. He saw a big car as he came lower. Momma and Dad were in the back seat. Tony smiled. Momma was going to be so glad to see him, and maybe even Dad would be pleased.
Then he frowned. Someone bad was coming. He could feel it, all angels could. It wanted to hurt his Momma. And Dad, too. He looked around until he felt the bad-wrong man. The man was all twisted and broken in his soul. Someone had tried to make him a devil. People weren't supposed to be devils while they were alive. Tony hadn't listened to all the lessons, but he was sure of that.
He flew down right into the bad-wrong man's face. Oh, his arm was shiny! Tony liked it. But the soul should be shiny, too. Tony stuck his tongue out again, and reached in, fixing it. While he was in there, he told the man how to find Captain America. He didn't like to think of the Captain sleeping in the cold.
The fixed man was angry, but he was angry at bad people, which sounded all right to Tony. He was tired, though. It took all he had to fly back to Momma and curl up next to her. She saw him, he was sure of it. He could see how her face lit up and she smiled the smile she had just for him.
And then Michael showed up, and Tony had to go back to the nursery. Oh, well... Momma was happy, now, that was what he really wanted. He sighed and went back to trying to figure out World Peace. Really, what's the point of being an angel if you can't make people be nice to each other?
Tony would figure it out.