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A/N A twist on Phil's miraculous revival. Review, Favorite, and Follow! Warning: Language.
Tony walked into SHIELD, his smooth, casual gait making him look carefree. But Happy, who was sitting in the limo watching, knew better. He knew that every time his boss heard the name of this particular agency, his blood ran cold; ever since Phil's heroic demise. So Happy did what he felt was right, he drove to the nearest fast-food joint and bought his boss's favorite comfort food; a double cheese burger, a large chocolate shake, and a small fry. Tony was simple to please and he just prayed that whatever was going down wasn't going to shake his boss's world. His gut seemed to disagree though; it was churning, just like it did before Tony got kidnapped.
It had been two months since Loki, two months since Phil passed. Tony had finally gotten to the point where he didn't burst out crying every time he heard the name – Phil's name – he reminded himself. He felt tears prickle his eyes and decided it was useless to lie to himself. He cried like a baby every time he thought of the man. He opened the glass doors to SHIELD unconsciously, throwing a phony smirk to the receptionist before flashing his consultant badge; he did have an appearance to keep up didn't he?
He was finally accepting it though, accepting the fact that his friend was gone. God knows he and Pepper shed enough tears to fill the fucking Mississippi River by this point. Pepper, he, Phil, Rhodey, and Happy would always go out and get drinks; they were a tight group. Then Phil decided to be his heroic-fucking-self and Loki murdered him, the only SHIELD agent he could stand.
Natasha and Clint were pretty affected but not as much as Tony was. Tony had known Phil since he first visited SHIELD with his father, at the mere age of ten. Phil was a probationary agent, only twenty at the time. He was tasked with the merciless job of showing Tony around SHIELD headquarters, basically a baby sitter for the rambunctious ten-year old. Tony had shied away from the agent but Phil would have none of it. They bonded through their love of Captain America, both of them massive fans ever since they were children. Phil had showed him some Captain America memorabilia and he had bought the man even more with his endless allowance; ignoring all protest the older man gave.
So it was understandably rough when he learned of the older man's death. He wanted to curl into a ball and weep in a dark corner for a year or two but the world was fucking selfish and decided that it needed to be saved. He kept his calm façade, partly because it was no façade, he was in shock. But he knew if he shattered like his outraged mind wanted to the world would end. He had to keep going, not for the innocent civilians, not for himself, no; because Pepper was alive and if Loki took over Manhattan and brainwashed more blue-eyed-clowns, he could have the world at his finger tips. Pepper was pure and he would damn well hold himself together, for her sake and her sake alone.
He walked into the elevator, his saunter cocky and uncaring. He didn't want anyone to suspect something was wrong. He pressed the painfully familiar button and resisted the urge to walk straight to Phil's office as he stepped off the lift. He kept his movements crisp and controlled, portraying the look of self-assurance when in fact he had none. He ran a steady hand through his perfect hair, feeling the hard, strict feel of hair gel gliding under his finger nails. He let out an anxious breath but it looked as though he was annoyed to be here; not internally panicking. He walked to their regular conference room and swung the door open, ignoring everyone as he tried to refrain himself from looking at Phil's chair; Phil's empty chair, he scolded himself silently. He sat down, placing his Armani clad feet on the table in one swift move. He grinned across the table at Bruce, one of the mere people who could make him smile anymore.
"Heya green bean, come here often?" He asked softly, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in the process. Bruce huffed out a laugh and shrugged, placing his chin on his clasped hands; his eyebrow quirked in amusement.
"Yeah, wish I didn't though. Welcome to Fury's humble abode." Bruce declared softly, a playing smile on his lips. Tony nodded and looked towards the head of the table, ignoring the empty seat beside it.
"Where is the pirate? Off polishing his eye-patch or some shit?" Tony asked plainly, his curiosity genuine. He didn't want to be here any longer than necessary. He watched as Natasha frowned and Clint set down the pencil he was trying to balance on the tip of his tongue. Steve grimaced as the wooden, spit covered stick rolled in front of him.
"He said he was coming right back-" She glanced down at her watch, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Ten minutes ago." She declared softly, her mind whirling with possible scenarios. Fury came through the door, dramatic as always. His blazer ends flapped in the wind and his eye was as stern as ever. He sat down in his appropriate chair, straightening his back to a perfect military posture. Tony wanted to growl in annoyance, Fury always irked him.
"Good evening, I am glad you all could make it. I have, as I would define, a secret." Tony scoffed muttering something about 'definitely more than one'. "This particular secret has been hidden for two months and now, I can finally explain something's. Agent?" Fury declared with a rough clearing of his throat. The door opened and a man walked in. Tony's sleep deprived mind didn't realize it was Phil until he was met with those familiar gray eyes. Tony leapt from his chair, his posture defining tension and anger. He pointed an accusing finger at Fury, his eyes lit with rage. He didn't notice the way everyone flinched as he made his hasty retreat.
"You son of a bitch! I can't fucking fathom the fact that you could make me, of all people, believe he was dead!" Tony growled out lowly, his sneer so vicious it made Steve flinch three separate times. Fury nodded and shrugged.
"It was in Agent Coulson's best interest Stark, calm down and let me finish." Fury declared softly, regret glazed on his chocolate eyes. Tony shook his head, his entire posture tight with stress.
"No Nick, you don't get to pull this shit. Do you know how many nights Pepper cried? Did you know that she was actually considering a drink?" Tony pulled out his three-year sobriety chip with a scoff. "Pepper doesn't drink and you know that. She was fucking crushed because you couldn't send me a damned email." He sneered viciously, his eyes as cold as the ice that surrounded Cap for decades. Fury frowned, his eyes shining with sorrow. Tony laughed humorlessly, a low rumble that caused the hairs on Natasha's neck to stand up.
Before anyone could stop him Tony had Fury on the ground, straddling him as he threw rough punches to his dark jaw.
A/N Chapter two up tomorrow (It's already finished so that's a promise c:). Review, Favorite, and Follow! c: