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Heart Beat Here - Dashboard Confessional

Welcome to Impulse from the To Build A Home Series!

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In awe over the love that came from the last chapter, hope this can live up to what everyone wants! Because this is the end of Iron Man 3, the trilogy in general, and that's wild for me to think about.

So Endgame happen...twice for myself. I officially have each book planned out. Impulse will obviously end after The Winter Soldier, Book 3 is Age of Ultron & Civil War, and Book 4 is Infinity War & Endgame. That will be the entirety of the series. That is crazy for my to think about cause I feel like we're still only in the beginning of this adventure! But I'm excited for you all to see how I have the rest of this series planned out. Okay, I'm done now..have fun!


Heart Beat Here

Come on home and let yourself heal

You could sleep for a thousand years

I won't let you disappear

Let your heart beat here

You've been running far and wide

Doing what you hope is right

Chasing what you feel inside

I will take your path as mine

December 24, 2012

The wind blew against her face, the salty water easing into her senses. If there still wasn't a taste of dread in the back of her throat she could almost be in a state of peace. Or it was the two neurotic personalities that were fighting back and forth behind her.

"Becca, is this the fastest it goes?"

"Don't tell her to go faster. We have to be safe with commercial and civilian boats around us."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought we were on a bit of a time crunch."

"It won't help if we don't make it there in one piece."

The young girl cut the steering wheel of the boat back and forth, crashing into the wake on either side, before steering straight again. She could hear both Tony and Rhodey stumbling back and forth, officially getting them both to shut up.

"If either of you question my judgement, next time I'll make sure you're in the water." Becca looked over her shoulder with a steady glare to make her point.

"Noted." Tony nodded, still in the Iron Man suit. "If he's right about the location, we're 20 minutes from where Pepper is."

"But we also have to figure out this Vice President thing, right?" Rhodey asked, tone still uneasy.

"I wonder who I'm calling right now?" Tony held up the speedboat's phone, ringing on speaker. "Oh! That's the Vice President."

Becca rolled her eyes at the common sarcasm, but kept watch on where she was taking them. Trying to get to Pepper's location before night fall. Tony got a hold of a secret service member first before Vice President Rodriguez took the call.

"Sir, this is Tony Stark."

There was a breath of pause on the other end. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

"We believe you're about to be drawn into the Mandarin campaign, and we gotta get you somewhere safe as soon as possible."

"Mr. Stark, I'm about to eat honey-roast ham surrounded by the agency's finest. The President's safe on Air Force One with Colonel Rhodes. I think we're good here."

Rhodey shook his head, speaking up. "Sir, this is Colonel Rhodes. They're using the Iron Patriot as a Trojan horse. They're gonna take out the President somehow. We have to immediately alert that plane."

"Okay, I'm on it. I'll have security lock it down. If need be, they can have F-22s in the air in 30 seconds. Thank you, Colonel."

"Rhodes and Stark out." He ended the call.

"Okay," Becca now spoke up, "did anyone else not feel at ease with that conversation?"

"Agreed." Rhodey sided with his niece. "We gotta make a decision. We can either save the President or Pepper. We can't do both."

Tony didn't answer, just walked away, talking to Jarvis. If Becca had to pick she didn't think she could do so as a true Agent. As Lithe, she would have to pick the President because of the greater impact, but as Becca she would pick Pepper everytime. This was the time they always said the heart on her sleeve would be her double edged sword.

"We're going to do both." Tony's words taking both of them off guard. "There's enough power in the suit to send it up without me in it. I'll control it while we get to Pepper. There, done." He opened the suit, allowing him to walk out of it but stay in tact. "We good?"

Rhodey and Becca looked at each other with a shrug before nodding at Tony. "Fine by us."

"Great." Tony walked towards the cabin of the boat. "Let me know when we're there." He shut the door behind him and the Iron Man suit took off up in the air.

Becca sat back in the captain's chair, eyes constantly glancing at the gps to make sure they were going in the right direction. But the motion of her uncle pacing the length of the boat was wearing on her. "Not use to being on the sidelines?"

Rhodey chuckled but it didn't seem to real. "Something like that."

"Karma's a bitch. Maybe next time you will fill me in better on a terrorist attack."

He didn't take the bait she was dangling. "Turns out it wasn't a real terrorist anyways."

"You know damn well what I mean." Becca's hazel eyes rolled, grip tightening on the steering wheel. "I swear, I don't know how to make the two of you understand I'm not a child anymore."

He stopped pacing and sat down in the chair next to hers. "Because we still see you as the 5 year old who always wanted to pick all the flowers and take them home, or the 10 year old taking center stage in her ballet recital, or the 16 year old who was going on her first date."

"Yeah, and had Happy as a chaperone." She laughed, remembering the awkward moment for two shy teenagers.

"But what you didn't know was that your father and I spied on the whole thing."

"You did not!"

"Oh, we did." Rhodey truly chuckled now at the memory from almost 10 years ago. "Pepper tried to stop us but it wasn't happening. But my point is, you were always the one thing to keep out of harm's way. That's not something that will ever change."

"Then how…" Her words drifted, thinking too deeply for a second. "How am I supposed to do my job but also have you guys see that I'm self sufficient?"

"There's no denying that you aren't." He was quick to approve. "You're independent and smart and strong. You succeed in anything you put your mind to. Just know...we'll never not want to protect you."

Her life has been made up of her father, a mother figure, two uncles, and an AI raising her. When they say it takes a village, they weren't wrong. But now this was the opportunity to truly show them she was capable of saving herself. And most importantly, saving her family.

"Give me some good news, man." Rhodey opened the cabin door to see where Tony was at since they were getting close to the mark.

"I think they all made it."

"Oh, thank God." One good sign.

"Yeah, but I missed the President." And another hand of bad news.

Rhodey huffed in annoyance, the whole point of the mission. "You couldn't save the President with the suit, how are we gonna save Pepper with nothing?" He walked away.

"I swear," Becca shook her head, "you guys don't' know how to do anything without a suit."

"Yeah, well when you're fighting a fire-breathing dragon things turn complicated."

"Wait, Killian breathes fire as well?" She was answered with a dramatic nod of his head. "Oh great. Dude gets weirder every time."

"Where we at?" Tony stepped out of the cabin.

"Less than 10 minutes." Becca nswered, watching the sunset in the distance over the water. "We're going in blind. I mean, not just not knowing what we're walking into but also it's going to be dark."

The older Stark nodded, eyes watching the horizon as well. "We'll do what we're best at," Tony looked at his daughter with a smile on their previous conversations, "Improvise."


Becca took the lead, crouching low, gun raised as the trio ran across the dock. She started to climb the iron ladder, stopping just high enough to track what was going on on the main deck before them. The target was the Norco, an oil tanker that had spilled a million gallons of crude oil a few years back in Pensacola, Florida. Becca couldn't help but wonder if AIM had anything to do with that as well but there was no time for that. They had to find Pepper.

The agent watched a truck drive by, counting 5 seconds, and then finished her climb. She stayed crouched down as she ran to the first secure hiding spot in front of her. She did a quick survey of her surroundings before motioning an 'all clear' to Rhodey. He took the same route, followed by Tony.

Becca couldn't help but notice the uneasy expression falling over her father's face. "You going to be okay?"

"Hope so." The words weren't that secure but he was honest.

Becca and Rhodey switched back and forth lead, finding it very easy to pick up where the other left off. Very similar training on both hands. They got to about half way across the tanker before the group stopped behind another wall, staying out of sight of lights and snipers stationed on the multiple level tiers.

"Oh my God." Rhodey mumbled, taking a look through the stairs to their left. "He's strung up over the oil tanker. They're gonna light him up." He turned back towards them. Becca took her own look to see the President in the Iron Patriot suit just how Rhodey described, a thousand feet in the air.

"Viking funeral." Tony commented. "Public execution."

"Yeah, death by oil."

Becca turned back to the two men. Her mind set on what she had to do. "I'm going up."

"Excuse me?" Tony's eyes all but bugged out of his head. "How the hell are you going to do that?"

"I wasn't named Lithe for no reason." She tucked her gun in the back of her jeans before pulling her hair into a tighter ponytail. "I'm taking the main box at the top to be where the main frame is."

"You can't do that by yourself."

"And we can't stop Killian, save Pepper, and free the President all stuck together." She pointed out each fact on her fingers.

Rhodey nodded, the conversation the two of them had earlier rearing its head. "She's right." He received a smile from her. "Don't get killed." His finger pointed in her face.

"Right back at ya." Becca laughed, looking towards her father who she could tell was grinding his teeth. "Both of you."

With one last deep breath, Tony nodded, knowing this is what had to be done. That, and the fact that Becca got what she wanted when she wanted to do it. She gave them both one last smile before ducking under the stairs. The brunette slinked her way through the shadows, only taking down a few people silently, making sure she stayed hidden. It wasn't until she was about two flights away from the top when she heard the gun fire from the opposite side of the rig. Obviously, the guards trying to shoot down her fellow teammates.

Becca jumped to the floor above her, hands gripping the steel grids to pull her body through the bars. Something in the sky gained her attention as she came to a standing position. It was a bright light flying, but as it got closer, one light turned into many. Her shoulders relaxed as she saw that it was every single suit Tony had made and they were all surrounding the base. The next moment, each suit was attacking the Extremis soldiers, truly the only thing capable of killing the manipulated humans.

She wasn't paying attention for a second too long and one of the soldiers was only a few feet away from her now. She grabbed her gun and shot at the guy but it wasn't stopping him. Becca braced for impact, but it never came. The next thing she saw was one of the suits projecting him into the air.

"Thanks, Jarvis." She breathed out in a sigh, knowing the AI was controlling all the suits.

"My pleasure, Ms. Stark." The AI said before going to the next soldier.

Becca took the last steps to the final landing. Gun raised as she kicked the door open, she turned from let to right but didn't find anyone. Only Pepper strapped in.

"Pepper!" Becca was almost near tears at the sight before her.

"Becca?" Pepper looked over at the girl, surprised to find her there at all.

"Are you okay?" She rushed over. "I know, stupid question."

"God, I'm so happy to see you." It was her turn to be tearing up.

The younger girl looked over the device she was strapped to. "Let's get you out of here-"

"-I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Becca raised her gun high as Killian came around the corner. That stupid smirk always on his face.

"Great, you got the President. Let Pepper go." She cocked the gun directed at his head.

"I can't because, you see, one is to hold over your father's head and the other is to show the country the government's true colors."

That's when the gun rang out. Becca didn't hesitate as he took another step forward, sending a bullet between his eyes. They watched as he stumbled back a step, but not falling down. All Killian did was rub his forehead as if he had a major migraine.

"Damn," He looked up at her, allowing her to watch the bullet hole disappear, "I thought you were suppose to be the nice Stark."

"Shouldn't have electrocuted me, then we might have been able to talk it out."

Nothing else was said though as the room exploded. The blast coming in behind Killian, sending Becca backwards, straight out of the room. Becca didn't know how long she was falling before she landed on cold, hard steel. All sounds were muffled, body vibrating from pain, as she laid there. It's all she could do. It was the third day in a row that her body had been thrown and it was starting to catch up with her.

She knew, for once in her life, she knew she needed to call for backup. Explosions and fighting was happening every way she turned as her body finally sat up. But right in front of her was a holy grail, another office. Grabbing the bars to her left, Becca struggled to climb to a standing position, but kept moving her body before it decided to give out under her.

The office was empty of people but not of equipment. It was a similar set up of what they had seen in the mansion, screens and computers set up, ready to broadcast to the world. Becca didn't have to think twice about shutting the equipment down, just incase someone got in here. Her right hand was working with the computer while her left was dialing the phone number she knew by heart. Her eyes couldn't help but watch the insanity going on out the windows as the phone rang again.

"Fury." The voice grumbled through the phone line.

"It's Agent Bex, sir."

There was silence on the other end, obviously surprised to hear her voice. "Who brought you to my office the first time?"

Standard questioning to truly identify the person, something only they would know. "Crossbow." She answered, remembering the name she called Clint that first day.

Fury gave a giant sigh of relief. "Where the hell are you, agent?"

"I'm on the Norco, sir." Becca was relieved he believed her. "Long story short, Aldrich Killian, is behind the Mandarin. He's the creator of AIM and has been running genetic tests on people, regrowing cells and more. We have the President," she explained watching out the window to see Rhodey getting the Commander-in-Chief back on safe ground, "and have a feeling the Vice President is in on it."

"Alright, I'm on it. Stay put, Agent. I don't need you running off again."

As Becca disconnected the line, something was drawing her attention in the distance. She stumbled out of the office, watching as the scene didn't change. Tony was reaching up from a base, hand stretched out to another one that was dangling above. The wisps of blonde hair hanging was her indicator that it was Pepper.

But the next second, Becca's breath was being sucked out of her, knees falling to the steel grates under her feet.

Pepper fell.

Her body falling through the air before she was engulfed by the flames below her. It almost didn't seem real but it was too real as the echo of her scream ran through Becca's head. She closed her eyes, holding the bar tight in her grip as her own scream ripped from her body. Two people now have been killed in front of her, two people that meant the world to her. That was her mom.

Hazel eyes opened again, the sound of fighting waking her to see Tony and Killian on the middle rig. She needed to do something, she wanted to make him hurt. Becca noticed the sniper rifle a floor below her. She crawled between the bars and dropped down, ignoring any pain that was flaring through her. Taking aim, the agent shot at Killian, giving her father time to change suits when he needed. She was being the annoying, needling in his back, never able to fully fight.

But after so long the bullets had ran out. The good news though was as she watched, Tony ordered the Mark 42 to suit up Killian, finding control over him.

"Hold on, Ms. Stark." A suit landed in front of her.

Becca didn't think for a second as she was carried through the air, watching as Mark 42 exploded with Killian inside of it. The explosion taking down the whole middle rig. Jarvis carefully placed Becca on safe ground, immediately having her run towards where her father was.

"Dad!" She saw him propped up on the ground. "Are you okay?" She kneeled down.

"Bec…" Tony's eyes looking over his daughter for any major injuries, with not finding nay he remembered the circumstance that he had to tell her. "I'm sorry, Becca. I'm sorry, I couldn't catch her."

She could only shake her head, not being able to comment on it. Then the sound of metal being moved took them by surprise, movement coming from inside the fire of destruction. Becca grabbed a metal bar that had been broken apart and stood over her father as they watched a burning Killian emerge from the fire. Tony tried to move, but his ankle had been hurt in the fall, Becca using herself as a shield as the monster stumbled closer.

"No more false faces." Killian grumbled. "You said you wanted the Mandarin, you're looking right at him. It was always me, right from the start." He grabbed the same bar as Becca, forcing her down to her knees. "I am the Mandarin!"

A pipe came flying through the air, knocking Killian off his feet, being held by none other than Pepper Potts.

Tony and Becca could only watch in utter shock as she stood there, the same orange fire running through her body. "I got nothing." The great Tony Stark was speechless.

Another suit came flying into their area, still seeking out heat signatures. Now coming for Pepper.

"Jarvis, subject at my 12 o'clock is not a target! Disengage!" But the AI didn't back off because Tony's in-ear had fallout out during the fall. The suit fired at Pepper, who dodged it before glaring at Tony. "What? Oh, what, are you mad at me?"

Pepper ran at Tony, using his knee as a boast to jump in the air and burn a fist through the suit, slamming it into the ground. She pulled on the arm, allowing the glove to conform to her hand, spinning around to knock back Killian again as he got up. She kicked a missile towards him and used the pulser to detonate it. Killian exploding this time, with nothing left to regrow.

"Holy shit." Becca breathed out, watching the entire scene on bated breath.

"Honey…" Tony called out cautiously.

Pepper looked at her family with wide eyes, before turning back to the scene as if it was all clicking together what she just did. "Oh my God. That was really violent."

"You just scared the devil out of me. I thought you were-"

"-I was dead." Pepper walked towards them. "Why? Because I feel 200 feet?"

"Into a fiery pit." Becca recounted, standing on shaky legs.

"Who's the hot mess now?" She joked, still reeling.

"It's still debatable, probably tipping your way a little bit." Tony put his in-ear back where it belonged. "Why don't you dress like this at home? Hmm? Sports bra, the whole deal."

Becca gently helped Pepper take off the arm, the older woman just letting her go through the motions. "You know, I think I understand why you don't want to give up the suits." Peppers watched the arm drop to the ground. "What am I going to complain about now?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something." Becca answered for him. She gently went into hug Pepper but was pushed away.

"No, Bec! I'm gonna burn you!"

"No, you're not." She placed a hand on her arm to show her, the glow no longer taking over her form. Pepper watched in relief and quickly grabbed the girl into a hug. Tears in both of their eyes as they held on tighter and tighter to one another. After Pepper thought she lost Becca in the mansion destruction, and now Becca watching her fall into the fire, it was enough to have them both desperate for each other.

"Am I gonna be okay?" Pepper asked Tony, who was now standing next to both of them as the woman seperated.

"No." He answered, a hand resting on her waist. "You're in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay. But I think I can figure this out, yeah. I almost had this 20 years ago when I was drunk. I think I can...get you better." The next words directed towards Becca. "That's what I do. I fix stuff."

"And all your distractions?"

"Uh...I'm going to shave them down a little bit." The two listened as Tony talked to Jarvis about doing something, but neither understood, only ending with "screw it, it's Christmas." He said, bringing Pepper into a hug.

Becca watched the sky in awe as Iron Man suits began to explode about the sky. It was a vision of fireworks across the ocean. The ending of one thing and the start of something new.


December 25, 2012

The hospital had holiday decor in random parts of each room, trying to spread some joy in a not joyous environment. Holiday TV shows and music could be heard filtering out of each room you walked by, a jumbled mess of noise from the already chaotic atmosphere of any hospital. The same couldn't be said in the room Becca was sitting in. The room was dark, shades drawn, trying to keep the midday sun out. No noise except for what would drift under the creak at the bottom of the door.

It was a blur after the battle. Government officials, CIA, and SHIELD had drawn in on them. Becca nearly falling at the sight of Director Fury, knowing it was over. From that moment on it was a jumble of explaining the whole situation over and over again to anyone that would ask. To sign a written statement on it. Just all around interrogation, even on the plane ride back to California.

She had gone crossed eyed somewhere in between the trip and getting to the hospital. Becca, Pepper, and Tony were all carted off to different rooms. X-rays and stitches were taken places, antibiotics were administered, and Becca took a very long shower to rid the blood and grime from her body. It was a complete surprise that not a bone in her body was broken, but she had bandages around both wrists from the tape she had torn off her skin. She fought them enough that she didn't have an IV placed in her arm, but the promise of taking all the liquids required.

So now she sat alone, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie that had been brought in for her. Legs hung over the bed as she sat on the side, not allowing herself to rest in the bed. She knew there were Stark Industry security placed all around the building, from Happy being here and now the addition of three more, but she couldn't calm down. She didn't feel safe there and didn't want to close her eyes in case there was something around the corner waiting for her if she feel asleep.

The last she had heard was that Tony was working with the doctors to fix Pepper. To get this awful Extremis out of her. But that had been a few hours ago. Nurses had come in sporadically to check in on her, but it was mostly telling her to get some rest and refill her cup of water. She just wanted a piece of sanity for the first time in a week.

That's when she heard it. It came from the hallway, and out of the all the noise, the tone was easy to spot through the door. The voices turned into to an argument, fueling her body to find solid ground under her feet. Shuffling to the door, Becca heard the voices intensify as it was opened, the lights making her squint over how bright they were.

"Sir, you aren't authorized to be here." The guard stood in front of the person a few feet down the hallway.

"I need to see her. She knows who I am."

"Ms. Stark has not put anyone on the list."

Becca's mouth went dry when she saw the guard move, allowing her to see the person who she knew was there but hadn't seen. It had been so long since she had seen him, the last time in such a rush that she almost didn't know if she was going to again after everything that had happened in between these two moments.

The guard continued, not noticing her behind him. "Now, what is your name so that-"

"Steve." Her voice just high enough that the two men heard her. "His name is Steve."

Said man's jaw gaped as his eyes took her in. Almost like she was a mirage in front of him, ready for her to disappear if he blinked. But blue and hazel eyes were locked on one another, refusing to lose contact. Becca gave him that small smile, one that she would use to assure him, but it was starting to crumble.

So, all she did was raise her hand, reaching out for him, a simple sign for the two of them that Steve quickly followed. His hand wrapping around her own, the contact powering warmth between them.

"He's allowed here." Becca directed towards the guard, getting a nod in response. She didn't look back, only walked through the door to her room, Steve shutting it behind him. Her eyes were focused on their hands, watching the way his always swallowed hers in his grasp. But his skin against hers was starting to break down the high walls she had put up during the past few days. "I called."

Steve nodded, even though she couldn't see because she was still looking down. "I got it." He tightened his grip, not wanted to let her go. Ever again.

She finally looked up at him, only inches apart, the sprinkling of sunlight through the blinds falling across his face. He looked tired and there was a few days old stubble built up on his face. And all she could think was that she was the reason, she was the one that put him through this hell. No longer did anything else matter, just for her to grieve.

The tears broke over her eyelids, slowly running down her cheek. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

His jaw tightened, shaking his head in disagreement with her words. She had absolutely no reason to apologize to him, this was about her, but she couldn't let the situation be selfish for a second. Always having thoughts on someone else.

His hand raised, knuckles brushing away the tears softly. "Stop overthinking it." The common words a whisper between them.

Becca knew it automatically when he said it, the comfort that has grown between them. Her body leaned forward, head coming to rest against his collarbone. It only took a second for Steve's arms to find their place around her, securing her body against his own. That warmth that she had been looking for, finding it right here. Fingers twisting into each other's back, scared to let the other go.

"How'd you know I was here?" Her voice no louder than a whisper.

"Fury." He said into her hair, his body folding her into him. "He called me when you were on the plane over here, since he knew I was already here."

The sentence took her by surprise, leaning back enough to look up at him again. "What?"

"I, uhh, I've been out here since right after the attack." Steve was the one to look away now, shaking his head of the thoughts that had one point run through it. "I thought you drowned. I thought you were in that water, and I just couldn't…"

She snaked an arm out from under his, coming up to hold the side of this neck, thumb resting on his stubbled jaw. "I'm okay." Trying to reassure him again, but her voice was constantly rejecting steadiness.

He nodded, his own hand coming to rest against hers, finally able to look at her again. Eyes darting back and forth. "I can't lose you, Becca." It was the most sincere words he had said to just about anyone. There was no joke behind it, there was no hidden meaning. It was as straightforward as Steve Rogers could be.

"I'm not going anywhere." She gave him that gut warming smile, the one where it felt like his entire body had been burning from the inside out in the most pleasant way.

The moment was sadly ruined though by the nurse coming in to check up on Becca, the two getting an earful for having her out of bed. "That girl needs to rest. Doesn't need some boy in here making her stand on her feet longer than she needs to be," the woman scolded Steve, getting a chuckle out of Becca in the process.

Becca was escorted back to bed, fulling getting under the blankets this time. The woman gave her another does of medicine, watching her drink down the rest of her water and checking her pulse, before leaving again. This time as the brunette actually let her head rest against the pillow, it was getting harder for her to keep her eyes open. Exhaustion taking on her body.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Steve noticed, standing over the side of her bed.

She nodded, gnawing on her bottom lip. "Can you stay with me?" If he could say what he truly meant, she could too. "I don't want to be alone."

"I'm not letting you out of my sight." He drug the chair to her bedside, hand once against finding her own.

"Thank you, Steve." The words just barely left her lips as she slipped into sleep. Finally feeling safe in this room to relax, trusting him unexplainably. Becca was at rest.

Steve really looked over her now, finally unfazed by the first sight of her. She had cuts surrounding her face, small bruises starting to present themselves on her skin, and the bandages wrapped around her wrists. He was sure the rest of her body was similar, covered in injuries. But she was breathing and that was enough for him at the moment.

He could rest as well now. Letting the tension leave his shoulders and take the first deep breath in 5 days. It was true what he said to her, he couldn't lose her. If he lost her there would be no point anymore. She was his lifeline. He hoped, and had a feeling, those feelings were similar as he felt her grasp his hand tighter in her sleep.

"Merry Christmas, Rebecca."


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