Day 1 (I don't even remember what day it is)

I am in the hospital. Fury said the previous day was very painful for me. I don't remember what happened. I just see someone very popular standing out of the room I'm in. Who is he... Who is he... Oh, yes! Of course! He's Tony Stark! But... What is he even doing here...?

Knock. Knock.
This sound really scared me. I opened my eyes waiting for someone to come in. Then, I saw him, with his black leather jacket and the blue jeans, looking at me concerned. He couldn't even talk normally, his voice was... SO bad that I can't even describe its situation.
"Are you okay, Agent Smith...?" I looked at him with curiosity. I'm in the hospital, I'm probably not okay.
"Yes, Mr. Stark. My back hurts a lot but I'm still fine."
He sat on the chair next to my bed, looking me with... Was that pity?! I don't know. I'm still wondering.
"What happened, Mr. Stark? Why are you so shocked...?"
I made him be even more shocked than he already was.
"You don't remember?! You... you..." I grabbed his hand, as if I have arrested someone, and I guess that made him be afraid. REALLY afraid.
"What happened? Tell me", I said. He replied, angry: "Okay, I'll tell you if you... LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He broke free before I loose my grip. He was about to go away, but, hopefully, he changed his mind.
"Fury whipped you because you put off an agent's helmet during training. He got shot and... You were the squad leader, you had to be punished. I stopped him... but it was already late."
I kind of stopped breathing. Fury...? FURY? He raised me, he was supposed to be my father... He... WHAT?! The only thing I managed to whisper (ONLY to whisper) was just a few words.
"How many hits...?"
He didn't answer quickly. He was thinking if answering would be an appropriate action. Finally, he decided that I had to know.
"34 hits. You were sentenced to 20-minute whipping, you survived the 18 minutes." He couldn't stand talking to me any more, so he left. The only thing I did was to look at my back in the mirror and then to scream, making him change direction in the hall.

"NATALIE?!"
Tony started running towards my room and came in like a maniac. He saw me and hugged me tightly, being careful for not to touch the scars from the whipping. I blushed, realizing that the most famous person held me in his hands. I felt really weird. Was that love...? I closed my eyes and hugged back.
"I thought you were dead when I stopped him... I was so worried about you...", he whispered. I was really confused. He doesn't even know me, why was he worried? I stopped hugging him to show him I felt uncomfortable.
"And what made you care?", I asked.
"You did", he answered.
His answer really surprised me. Tony Stark... loves me?! He... No, that wasn't possible. I would never let him put me in his one-night-stand list. I sat in the chair next to the window and the warm breeze blew my face. I felt a little better, I think...
"I can't understand wh-... ARGH! MY BACK!" There was blood on my pajamas; probably a scar was bleeding.
"Natalie, lie on the bed, I'll try to stop the bleeding", he said calmly. He took a few medicines, a blanket and some water and put up the top of my pajamas to clean the wound.
"This is why you screamed when I left, right?", he asked me. I nodded, grinning every time he touched me with the blanket.
"It was a miracle that you survived. 34 hits... Others fall unconscious in the 7th o-..."
"I'm not like everybody else", I said nervously, without letting him finish his sentence. He looked at me in a sad way and continued cleaning the wound. I was trying to find something to ask him and I decided that his suits would be a perfect topic to discuss, knowing that he's proud of them.
"How's the new arc reactor?", I asked.
"Oh, it's working pretty well so far", he replied, relieved of this change. "And it's not poisoning me. Which is great... for the well-being of this world."
I smirked and thought: 'Wow, the Merchant of Death suddenly became a philanthropist!'. But, thankfully, I replied: "Of course, Iron Man is very important for the world peace. Congratulations for making this happen." He smiled.
"Thanks, agent. Oh, about time! I stopped the bleeding. Just... Stay like that for a while, please."
I didn't answer. I needed some sleep, but I didn't want to tell him to go. Fortunately, another agent knocked the door and told him to go to the deck. So... I closed my eyes and fell asleep.