The One That Got Away

Disclaimer: I don't own Iron Man (the movie, characters, dialogue, related TV shows, cartoons, comic books or etc.). I also don't own any other book, movie, song or character I may have mentioned along the way. I just so happened to use it for non-profitable fun in my spare time.

Author's Note: I would just like to tell you perfectionists that I have proudly bullshitted a lot of the dates and ages, so please don't be doing any math on the years or the ages of Tony or Abigail. I also have nothing against the police departments in Malibu California… ALSO this is going to be a part of a very long series. I plan on doing what Marvel did to the movies and have then all interconnected (which means were will be more of Abigail and Tony, a fan fiction with Loki and an OC, a fan fiction with Bruce and an OC and maybe even one with Clint and an OC...). ENJOY!

Chapter 1 – The Introduction to Abigail

Abigail sighed in annoyance at one of the many Malibu Police Department's computer monitors. She'd been sitting there for a full hour trying to clean up a massive virus that their system had been infected with. Needless to say, she was having no luck with it. Apparently Malibu cops are willing to open anything entitled NUDE Pictures of SEXY Women: XXX.

Abigail Pierce had been working as an IT geek at her company for about ten years and this was about as interesting as it got during her work week. Instead of working on setting up systems for a big company or being hired away by the CIA, Abigail was here at the Malibu Police Department. Not to say that she didn't enjoy making short work of whatever issue was being had with various computer systems but… it wasn't the same as the years she'd spent underground with her hacker friends.

It also wasn't to say that Abigail wasn't good at her job and couldn't upgrade if she wanted. Very few people could argue that she didn't know what she was doing. She'd been around computers since she had moved in with her billionaire uncle at the age of eight who had owned the best computer software company of its time back in the day. She'd learned almost all of her computer and software knowledge from him, the rest had come years later from some of the best hackers in the US.

However, whoever had cooked up the virus in this particular computer system was a nasty and smart bastard. She sipped her coffee and groaned, rubbing at the temples. Her head had been pounding since she'd arrived, made worse from the obnoxious sounds and smells in the department. It didn't help that she'd forgotten to take her meds…

Was it day three?

Abigail was an epileptic, something about her mother's medical issues and meds had made her so in the womb. Of course, Abigail had been given the correct medication and had been taking the stuff for years… she just wasn't the best at continuity. Her Uncle Rick had always gotten on her about remembering to take her medication when she'd lived with him. It was almost whenever she went to visit him in Montana when she took her vacations.

He was a very intelligent man and one that liked to be in control at all times. He didn't like being afraid or worried. She could remember the time that she'd crashed his car barely two weeks after getting her license. He'd ran up to her, kissed, asked her if she was alright and then followed that up with screaming and yelling at her for the next few hours. He was protective like that but she liked being babied, especially by her Uncle Rick.

He'd been the only family she'd had for a very long time. After her father had left when she was just a young kid there had been no father figure. It had mostly been just her mom trying to work as many jobs as it took to get them by. She'd loved her mom to no end. It was eventually a car crash at the ripe age of eight that had nearly left her alone. However, her Uncle Rick had been there to pick her up out of the gutter.

It had been a bad situation at first because she'd hated her uncle for so many reasons that seemed stupid to her now. She'd hated him for being her dad's brother who'd left her and her mom alone. She'd hated him for not helping her mom out when she'd needed to work three jobs just to get by when her uncle had enough money to buy a home in Vienna. She'd hated him for not saving her mom. She'd hated him for not being there when she'd needed someone most.

But the hate had eventually faded into a civil companionship when she took an interest in computers. He'd gotten her a game that had given her her first lessons about code and she'd been absolutely hooked. The civil companionship had turned into friendship when he'd taken her under his wing to teach her everything he knew about computer software and about the company he ran. It was only when she got into her teens that she started to love her uncle like the father she thought of him as today. He'd been great to her and she owed him so much.

"You almost done?"

Abigail glanced over her shoulder at the man standing at the entrance of the cubical. He had the body of a boxer, not quite buff but could give and take a hit, however, Abigail doubted that this one could take many hits regardless of his physique. He just didn't seem like the type. From his uniform and name tag this was also the same officer that belonged to the cubical and computer. He was also probably the guy that was going to be doing extra work for a month at this cubical.

Abigail turned back to the computer and shook her head. "Not yet. Whatever was in that file has done a number on your guys' system," she told him, taking off her glasses she used for reading and pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's going to take some time,"

The officer growled, slamming his hand- palm open- into the cubical wall before walking off. She frowned at the adrenaline that ran up her spine and continued her work. Pounding away at her keyboard was a melodic way to ignore the chastising going on behind her. She kept her mind on her work and tried to figure out was the answer was to this particular puzzle. However trying to figure out the problem on its own was giving her a headache- not to mention having to ignore the arguments between officers and the various people inside the police department- but now she was pretty sure her own typing was giving her a headache.

And then it happened. That familiar tingling feeling that went up her spine and down her left arm, sparking at her fingertips. She knew exactly what was happening to her before she started to lose her sight and her eyes began to feel numb. The seizure was rocking her body before she could fully understand that she needed to get out of there. Now, much to Abigail's annoyance, she was having a seizure in the center of the Malibu Police Department. At least it wasn't in the disgusting little bathroom they had, lying on the ground where who knows what had been.

As if no time had passed, Abigail could suddenly feel voices near her and hear hands touching her skin but she was too far gone to care. All she knew was that she didn't have to deal with that pesky virus anymore. That was somebody else's problem.