"Stark!" Fury yelled at the door of the science labs. Stark jumped, nearly destroying the work he had been doing on something. He scoffed at Fury, "Really? Little room and you yell for my attention." Fury gave him an annoyed look, leveling his gaze. "We've got a job," He looked at Bruce who quietly skulked at the end of the room. "That might take both of you to do."

Director Fury stepped inside the room, locking both doors in place and stood beside the doors. Four, large crates were wheeled into the room by base personnel. They placed them in the center of the room, taking their leave immediately as the crates were placed. Tony gave them a curious look, "What's in them? Bombs?" Bruce walked around the table he was at, taking an interest in the new job at hand. "He wouldn't say both of us if these were full of mere bombs."

"They are the parts and equipment of one Dr. Betty Smith." Fury walked over to the crates and slapped a manila folder on them. He glanced at Tony, "Do you remember her?" Tony raised an eyebrow, "Doctors aren't really my type Fury." The Director glared at him. "You should, she is the one who stole Obadiah's Iron Man blueprints."

Tony instantly grabbed for the file, taking it out of Bruce's hands. He opened it and flopped it on the crate, leaning against it as he fumed. "Ironically the one that got away. How did you find her?" Tony stared down at an image of her angrily. "She appeared on our radar about two weeks ago when she had ordered certain materials for an arc reactor."

Bruce poked the crate he leaned on. "Are you saying she was creating her own suit of armor? And what she did make is in here?" He looked down at the crates and quickly began to undo the latches, Tony following suit. Once all of the latches were undone the front side of each crate fell open. Bruce looked in, looking back up at Tony. "Is this just one suit?" Tony glowered at the crate he looked in, confused by the part he saw. "Honestly, I don't know what this is. It is nothing like my Iron Man suit. This looks like a wing…"

Director Fury began walking away, "I want to know if it works and if it is weaponized."

Hawkeye was leading Dr. Betty Smith down the hall when she saw the crates and what was in them. She struggled in Hawkeyes grip, pulling to go into the room. This caught their attention, Tony instantly glaring at her. Fury stood at the door, glaring down at her. "Struggling only makes you look more like you're trying to hide something Dr. Smith." He looked up at Hawkeye. "Take her to her cell, I'm sure she'll enjoy being locked behind bars."

"Please!" She yelled into the lab, tears streaming down her face. "Please don't ruin it!" Tony paid her no mind, hefting a metal wing out of the crate in front of him. She looked up at Fury, trying to plead with him. "Please, I beg of you not to destroy it. I need it." He shook his head, "No. You don't."

Hawkeye picked her up at the waist, briskly walking away from the lab. After a few feet she stopped struggling, her head drooping and her body going limp. She cried silently down the hall, knowing that this day had to come sooner or later. Later would have been preferable…she had nearly completed the suit when Director Fury had arrested her. Hawkeye put her down on her feet, giving her an angry look. "Walk," He demanded. She glanced up at him, beginning to walk forward.

She was locked in a cell some four floors down. It wasn't a bar cell, it had a solid, metal door, but it was a tiny cell nonetheless. Hawkeye gave her one last look before he closed the door. Dr. Smith sat down on the cot, hugging her legs to her chest. She dropped her head on her knees, a solid clank of bone on metal. "Ow…" She began to silently cry.

A memory of four years ago instantly popped up.

"Mr. Stark…w-what are you doing here?" She asked quietly. He crossed his arms, one hand moving to rub his chin. Tony gave her an annoyed look, "I should be asking you the same thing Dr.?" She covered her tag instantly as he tried to read it. Tony gave her a cold look, "From the brash actions, andstealing the suit blueprints, I'm going to take a gander here and say that you're working with Obadiah." She instantly waved her hands, "No, no! I have never worked with Obadiah. And I'm not working with him now." He took a step forward, glaring at her, "Then what are you doing in here Doc?"

She stared at him briefly. "I…" She looked down at the ground, fear spreading through her. Tony sighed heavily, putting his arms down at his sides. "Right now was not the best time to get on my bad side Doc. I was really hoping I was done with Obadiah and the problems he brought…" Betty looked up at him, scared and angry, "I swear that I'm not working with him! I would never work with him and never have!"

Tony gave her a glare. "It doesn't matter." He sighed, taking in her scared expression. "Look, give me the blueprints and I won't call the cops. If you don't, I will call the cops." Betty stared at him, fiddling with her fingers. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, trying to think of the right words to say.

Tony put his hands on his waist becoming impatient with her. "I guess I'll call the cops then." He sighed as he pulled his cell phone out. "So not what I want to deal with."

"No!" She yelled, grabbing his arm. He looked back at her, giving her an annoyed look. "Neither of us want to deal with the police so why don't you just give me the drive?" She looked around and then did the unthinkable. She punched Tony with her left hand, a solid clunk sounding when she hit. He blinked multiple times, slurring his words, "What'd'ya think you're doin'?" He fell down on his side, completely unconscious. She held her hands up to her mouth in surprise and fear. "Oh my god…what did I just do?" bolted for the door.

Betty sniffled, looking up at the door. She had been in hiding for four years, was even able to get off the radar as she slowly built her own Iron Man suit. Her mistake was openly ordering the materials needed for creating the arc reactor, which is how she ended up here at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ.

"Please don't destroy the suit Mr. Stark." She breathed to the door.

Bruce laid out a small piece he assumed was a leg part. He stood up next to Tony and gave the suit a once over. "I don't understand," Bruce said as he eyed it. "Where's the rest of the suit?"

They stared at the polished and completed Iron man suit. Much was different though. The metal was a polished silver, form fitting for a woman as well. The facemask covered the whole face but had a bird-like design with metal side feathers and the large oval eyes. A mock up of an arc reactor was in the middle of the suit, not actually functioning. The metal weighed less than Tony's so the application was easier for a person alone to put it on. And then there were the silver wings that looked as though they could flap just like a bird, the metal was molded and shaped like bird feathers, and the edges were as sharp as knives. The only thing wrong was the left arm, and both legs were missing. They were only able to place small pieces of the legs out.

"I don't even see how this thing would function." Tony said in annoyance. "Large, heavy wings make it heavy. The suit's metal is too lightweight to be able to take any kind of fire. There is no arc reactor to power the suit, and important pieces are missing or have not been made yet." He looked at Bruce. "This is a piece of crap design. I don't see what all of the fuss was about."

Bruce lifted an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not just trying your best to downgrade the design to make yours look better?" Tony stared at the opposite wall for a moment. He looked at Bruce, putting his hands on his waist. "Yeah, so what? My suit will forever be better than any mock up designed in its image." Bruce shook his head, smirking, "Only you would care about something like that."

Tony frowned at him. "I take interest in the side projects that were inspired by my suit. And this one is ridiculously one of the best I've ever seen." He began to walk away, going to the door. "Let's go talk to this woman, see what she has to say about it."

Bruce looked at him for a moment, surprised by his sudden change of attitude. "Um…I don't think the Director would like us doing that." He quickly caught up to him, walking beside him. "Besides that, do you even know where she is locked up?" Tony scoffed at him, "I've downloaded the layout of the hellicarrier to my database. I know where everything is on this flying contraption." He grabbed a touchscreen on his way out the door, Bruce following quickly behind him. "A few taps and voilà. Four floors down, cell 8." He gave Bruce a handsome smile. "And you thought me dumb for a moment, like I was going to go storming off without a clue where I was going."

Bruce sighed, knowing he'd do something like that.

Hey again! Sorry I had to delete and redo the story, total remake! Sorry to any who had read and liked the first one! Had no idea where i was going to go with that one. This one to me just flowed much better. So i hope you like this one just as much! I figured out the story and where it's going :P Love the Avengers and all of their quirks, it's going to make this fun!

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