EDITED: 6/3/2013
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"JARVIS talking in Jack's head"
This fanfiction is rated M for strong language, hints at adult situations and fighting.
Iron Man, Avengers nor any other Marvel identities belong to me. Any songs/song titles used are not owned by me either. I only own Jack Rowen, her family and any other fan OC that may show up in this fic unless stated otherwise. I am making no profit on this fanfiction.
Song used for title by Shinedown
Chapter One: "Cry for Help"
A lone female figure sat alone atop a building in Malibu, California, watching as the sunset turned the blue sky into a beautiful blaze of oranges and pinks. 'Better in person' was the only thought at the sight before her attention switched to watch as an airplane ascended into the darkening night, the very plane that had been her ride into the state. The woman was no older than twenty-two and could not be taller than five foot four with a pale complexion. On her head sat an old Fedora, faded black and ragged, the white band almost torn completely and below the hat hide red-orange that seemed to darken to the tips. A pair of Aviator sunglasses hid her eyes and reflected the dieing sunset as well as the skyline. She wore a purple, baggy jumpsuit with the zipper down at about her navel, showing off her black sleeveless top. The sleeves of the jumpsuit were rolled up below her shoulders and her collar remained unfolded. Red, worn out converse shoes finished her apparel, obviously not worn to match her other clothes.
As darkness finally fall on Malibu, faint twinkling stars beginning to appear in the cloudless night sky, the woman turned from were she had watched the sun to look to the street below. Businesses that would gain no customers at night had started to close their shops for the night hours. There were still stores that would remain open. Namely coffee shops. One such place stood as the lone store on a residential back road, The Coffee Meter. A green flash. 'Family owned and named by the children, The Coffee Meter seems to be a mildly popular business.' Though at the moment the store was only occupied by employees and three customers. The woman eyed two of the customers, a couple by the looks of it, who sat together at one table with their orders chatting then at the third. The third customer was a women with dirty blond hair that was styled in a low bun. She was facing away from the window and was clearly ordering at the register. The observer glanced at the woman's outfit, a dark business jacket and skirt with black heels, and almost snorted. 'Why is she ordering and not her driver?' At that the woman turned her head in the direction of her driver, whom was in the car some distance away. Another green flash of light shown, from behind her aviator sunglasses.
"Happy Hogan, huh, what a name..." came a feminine voice in a whisper, it held no emotion as was normal for the female as was occasional anger. She knew of fear, panic but all other emotions remained locked in a box, chained at the back of her mind. Maybe there was there was the occasional happiness and excitement when getting the things she did, done but it was never for long and never shown. A snort did come from her before she turned back to the coffee shop. The woman was leaving the register now with her order of three medium sized coffees and a brown paper bag that most-likely held baked goods. The green light flashed again before the woman in the business suit turned to call a goodbye and thanks to the cashier. "So, this is Virginia "Pepper" Potts, assistant to one Anthony "Tony" Stark. Finally." Another, softer whisper came from the observer as Virginia was now opening the door to leave.
Seeing this, the red haired woman jumped from atop the building and into a dark shadow below with a quiet grace. She started towards the street, planning cross it and confront the older female before she made it to her ride. Before she could call out to Virginia, a man stumbled out from an alleyway a building from the coffee shop and two buildings from the car. 'Shit' A soft curse crossed the woman's mind when she noticed that he had grabbed Miss Potts, causing her to drop her bought goods and had begun to drag her into the rather large yet dim alleyway. 'Fuck!' A second curse was directed at Happy, whom had not been paying any attention, he was on his phone. The observer quickened her pace into a run when could no longer see nor her the business woman, narrowly getting run over by a car that just went on its way.
The observer flexed both her arms as she made it to the alleyway's opening, looking down the wide alley, she took note of the dead end at the back and obvious upkeep with the lack of regular garbage. There was a dirty old sofa at the back wall, needles and other drug paraphernalia littering the back as well. There were three men in total, the one that had taken her into the alley still had a hold on her, an arm around her waist which also kept her arms at her side and a hand covering her mouth. He was whispering in her ear and the red head was sure she saw tears gathering. The two other man were standing close by, one clenching an almost finished off bottle of jack. They were clearing showing the mirth as whom seemed to be their boss continued to whisper to the frightened business woman.
She gritted her teeth in pure anger, then she spoke, her voice robotic, cold and deathly calm. "Hey, you degenerate pieces of complete crap, it's about time you let the nice lady go on her way." She ground this out slowly and clearly to really make sure they understood and heard her.
The three degenerates, who were just about to start roughing up their, what they thought was, new 'toy', stopped to look at the speaker. Now that their features could be seen, she took in their appearances with three quick flashes. The man that had grabbed Virginia Potts was an average looking man, his hair was a medium brown which was slicked back with to much hair product. His eyes were a muddy brown which at this time were hazed over from drinking and possible drugs. This man's outfit was a white collared shirt, black business pants and dress shoes. A failure of a working man with slight muscle tone. Carter Kinsley. The one to his left had a mess of black, short hair hair atop his head with matching scruffy facial hair. His eye were a dark blue that looked black from his drunken and drugged up state. His muscle tone, which he had more than his leader, was seen under his black muscle shirt. He also wore jeans and black shoes. James McClain. The last man, the one holding the bottle of jack, was short and fat with dusty brown hair and hazel eyes. Sweat could be seen from his plain gray t-shirt and black sweatpants, he was wearing tennis shoes. Scott Danners.
"Lo-look at 'dis boys. A 'lil lost kitten came lookin fer milk~" Carter slurred as he eyed the new woman before him, a lecherous smirk on his face. His small gang all started chuckling as they ravished her with their eyes before he continued. "I tink the three of us can easily give you dat, sweethart."
She had been staring into Pepper's grey-blue eyes behind her Aviators while the men were undressing her with their eyes and when she spoke, she spoke to Pepper. "The name is Jack," She paused to turn her attention to Carter, "and I have been meaning to speak to Miss Potts here about something important." Pausing again, she took the time to flex her arms once more. "So I will not allow you to hurt her and will not be allowing you to complete what your sick minds have concocted" Jack spoke calmly, her robotic tone hid her anger well. 'I will not let these men ruin my chance at life!'
"Wha was dat? Who's ta say we can't just ova power ya?" slurred the man named James as he smirked at the red headed woman. Jack ignored him, staring directly at Pepper but he didn't notice, as he continued to butcher his speech. "I am goin ta fuckin destroy your pretty mouth when I'm through wit you." The black haired man finally noticed that Jack was ignoring him. "Don't ignore me bitch!" That was when he lunged at her, his fist raised and a mad look in his glazed eyes.
Jack's eyes instantly lock on him behind her sunglasses, green lighting up behind the tinted glass before she dodged to the side, close to the left wall. The skin showing on her arms began to have a shine on them as they began to turn silver but James did not take notice. The reeked of his alcohol coated breath hit her as she dodged and a grimace flashed across her face. She dropped into a crouch after he stumbled before recovering, looking for her in a moment of stupidity. Jack move her left foot to lean her heel against the wall and ready her right fist as he came at her again. Once in striking distance, she launched out of her crouch, pushing hard on the wall with her left foot and landed uppercut to his jaw. James was thrown back with a cry of pain, blood and most definitely loss of a tooth or two. His jaw was sure to have atleast cracked as well.
Walking towards James, she had just a second to spin to her right and block her face with her right forearm. Shock and a jolting pain shook her body as a blade was forced through her forearm, the sound of metal giving way filled her ears, the tip of the blade had shattered a lens of her sunglasses as well. 'Oh My Fucking..., this hurts damnit!' A muffled gasp was heard to the side, a quick note that she was in the only light in the alley, but besides that it was ignored as Jack bit her lip and grab Scott's wrist with her left hand. She snarled as she began crushing his wrist, forcing him to release the handle of the knife. Before she advanced on Scott, she spun around in a round house kick that collided with James' noses, breaking it. As he fell back unconscious, Scott took the opportunity to throw a punch at Jack which connected with her right cheek, knocking off her hat and aviators. Her sunglasses were completely destroyed at this point.
Staggering slightly to regain her footing, dull blue-gray eyes could be seen moments before the regained their emerald glow. "Big mistake fat ass." was hiss out before Jack spit the blood from her mouth to the ground. Scott back up to the wall as she advanced, he went to defend himself but Jack had already swung. She sent a powerful blow to his round stomach causing him to double over before meeting his face with a swift knee. His head hit the wall he backed himself to and he was out cold, he slumped to the floor when Jack moved away.
"Now now." The leader slurred, though it sounded like he was sobering up, his hold on Pepper's mouth tighten as he held a knife to the woman's throat. "We don't want ta have ta break your promise Jackie~"
Pepper's eyes, that had already been shining with unshed tears, finally release the liquid at the man's words. Her eyes seemed to plead to the other woman, for help or for Jack to just give up, Jack wasn't sure. "That, dear Carter Kinsley, won't happen. You see, I have come a long way just to talk to Miss Potts and I'm done waiting." Her anger was clear through the snarling undertone. Anger was a pure emotion that was ever to shine through her carefully constructed metal mask.
Carter paused, shocked that the woman named Jack not only knew his name but as she once again walked into the only light in the alleyway, he finally noticed her arms and glowing eyes. He had to swallow a few times to get his voice back, "Wh-what the fuck are you?! Do-don't come any clo-closer, you freak!" He held the knife closer to Pepper's neck, close enough to nick the flesh and cause a small amount of blood to leak out. Virginia's whimper did not go unnoticed by the other female. "You don't ev-even have the upper-hand!" He gave an uneasy smirk as Jack's eyes narrowed dangerously.
A soft huff came from Jack as she raised her left arm straight to the side, palm facing the wall, her eyes started glowing brighter. "I had the upper-hand the moment I first spoke.." Her robotic tone had returned, emotionless once more. Jack then slowly moved her arm to have it straight in front of her, palm now facing Carter. A ghost of a smirk came to her face as the look of shock and fear over took Carter's face as his body stiffened. "I would never let a bunch of drunken buffoons get in my way."
His body shook as his muscles to twitch and began to move on there own. The arm holding the knife began to pull away from Pepper's neck and once clear his hand dropped the knife. "Wh-what are y-you doing to m-me?!" Carter freaked out as his body did not obey him, he had sobered.
"I took over your muscles, you do not need to know how" was his emotionless answer before Jack surged forward and decked him in the face with her right fist. His eyes rolled back away and he fell away from Pepper to land on the couch behind him. Turning around, shaking her hand out, she noticed the knife still in her arm and sighed silently, thankful she could not feel it now."Now Pepper," She paused to pick up her fallen fedora, "I can call you that right? Are you alright?" Emotion did not reach her voice but the slight fear that the other woman was serious hurt physically or mentally shone in her now dull blue-gray eyes. Her arms began to take the look of flesh again except for the area around the knife.
Pepper took a moment to shake her head no, before she took in the three unconscious men and the woman that stood before her. "I'm fine." Her voice was small, still in a state of shock. She shook her head again, slower this time as if letting what happen process. "Thanks for saving me. Your name is Jack, right?"
'She's still in shock but that's expected, the woman had almost been raped and would've most-likely been killed.' Jack thought before she nodded as a your welcome as well as answering Pepper's question. "What I said was fact, I do wish to speak to you but its more about speak with your employer," she eyed the other female carefully while walking towards her and then the exit, "but I believe leaving this alleyway first would be most logical." Her robotic tone continued to reign over her tone of voice. As she was nearing the exit, she turned back to Pepper and was about to ask if she was coming along when she was interrupted. The sudden sound of jets, a clang of metal hitting concrete and the sound of said jets offlining behind her made her turn. There behind her was a robot-like being coming out of a kneel that it had landed it.
Iron Man now stood before her, and behind him was Happy Hogan with a gun pointed directly at Jack's chest as he tried to catch his breath from rushing over. All that crossed Jack's mind at that moment was 'Aw shit.'
Note: Edited to have more detail, description and thoughts. Thoughts will usually only be from Jack unless stated other-wise.
