One wrong move and it all came crashing down

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You have never truly known fear until you have looked into the eyes of an angry Felicia Waters. Until you stand there, dress soaked completely, hair drowned in champagne, no excuses to offer, and watch as the beady eyed woman's lips furl up in disgust at you, face turns red, and back straightens like a board.

Let me tell you. I have seen a lot of scary things in my life, but Felicia was a whole different kind of scary. She was someone, although small, very powerful. She was the only thing keeping me from my future, and I had a feeling she was just about ready to take every last thing away from me at the moment.

Abigail

I had a sickening feeling in my stomach as I signed in at the front desk. The secretary gave me a side look as I set the pen back down on the counter and began to unzip my jacket. It was pretty chilly outside today and I had a feeling it was just because Felicia was in town. I made my way through security and entered the employee room to hang up my jacket and bag.

Today was going to be a long day, I just knew it.

The gala was tonight and I was not prepared. After trying and failing to convince Andrea I couldn't go, I was stuck and now just awaiting the inevitable. I smiled at Allison, who was putting her stuff inside her locker.

"Wanna share a cab tonight?" She asked as I unlocked my locker and slipped off my jacket. I was too busy imagining my death to hear her. I would go down in a ball of flames. "Abigail."

"Hmm?" I asked looking up from my locker.

Allison scoffed and shut her locker. "Are you alright?" She asked coming over to where I was standing.

"Yea, I'm fine. Why?"

"Nothing," she replied creasing her eyebrows together. "You've been a little- out of it, since you came back from Chicago."

If she only knew I hadn't actually went to Chicago. If only she knew that I woke up in a strange infirmary after being knocked out for a good amount of time, and now I didn't know who to trust, and how to act. I looked over at Allison who was looking at me with concerned eyes.

"I'm fine," I replied looking away from her. "I should probably get to work. There's thousands of files for me to re-shelve."

I exited the employee room, leaving her there. 'Agent' Barton had told me to act as if everything was normal, but that was easier said than done.

I entered the archives and let out small sigh of relief as I began to sort through the folders. I think that the archives, by far, were my favorite place to spend my time in the entire facility. I liked being around knowledge. I began to re-shelve the files and pushed everything else to the back of my mind. I chewed on my bottom lip as I slowly placed the files back to where they belonged. As my hands brushed the files sitting on the shelve, I felt my fingers tingle and I withdrew. That seemed to be happening a lot more often now, even though I took the pills Shield prescribed me.

I let out a large sigh and moved on. "Get a hold of yourself," I muttered.

The day went by painfully slowly and when the night finally came I was nervous wreck. I must have looked in the mirror a thousand times as I paced through my apartment anxiously.

I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing over the deep green dress I was wearing. I had to admit, although I was not a very fancy person myself, I cleaned up nicely. The skirt of the dress flowed to the ground like a satin green waterfall. I let my fingers trail across the bejeweled waist line and let out a small sigh in satisfaction. At least I was going down in style.

There was a knock on my front door and I looked up from the mirror. Checking the clocked I huffed, grabbed my purse, and hurried over to the door. I thought it would be Allison since she wanted to share a cab, but instead I opened the door to a snazzy looking 'Agent' Barton. He leaned against the door frame looking one-hundred percent disinterested.

"It's you," I said taking a step back and letting him in.

"The one and only," he replied stepping into the apartment. "This is the follow up," he sighed slipping his hands into his pockets. I knew he didn't want to be here, and I didn't want to him to be here either. Allison would be knocking on my door any second, ready to get out there and 'bust a move', her words not mine. It was safe to say Allison had never been to a charity gala, like this one before or any for the matter.

"Right now?" I asked setting my clutch down on the kitchen counter and ushering him back towards the door. "I'm kind of in a rush."

'Agent' Barton paused and checked the watch on his wrist. "No, the gala doesn't start for another hour. But, we better leave now or traffic is going to slow us down."

I stopped pushing him and let a strange noise. "Oh no. I already have enough things to worry about tonight and one of things is not going to be you."

"You've got it all wrong," he said ignoring my persistence for him to leave and stepping out of my line of shoving. "I'm here to worry about you," he grimaced. "All you have to do is smile and look pretty."

I narrowed my eyes at the man and crossed my arms defiantly. "This is unbelievable."

"You don't even know," 'Agent' Barton muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he replied glancing around my apartment. "Nice place.

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"Smile," Barton leaned in and whispered as we made our way past the photographers. "You're scaring the children." I threw him a glare and slipped past the pictures before I could be stopped. I didn't want to remember this night after it was over and I didn't want my photo to be plastered on some tabloid or under budget newspaper's front page. I grabbed hold of Barton's wrist and pulled him inside.

"Listen," I said as we handed off our coats and were ushered inside the event. "I'm kind of trying to keep a low profile. So-"

"Say no more," he replied grabbing a glass of champagne off a passing waiter's tray. "That would actually make my job a whole lot easier." He took a sip from the glass and then dumped it in the nearest plant. I rolled my eyes and spotted Allison from across the room. "Just stick to the-"

I didn't bother for him to finish his sentence. I was hurried off towards Allison with my head ducked low. If I was lucky, Felicia decided to save herself from a night of fake smiles, and jetted back off to Chicago. But, considering my week, I doubted I would be that lucky.

"Ally," I greeted the blonde with a huge smile. She looked more than relieved to see me and pulled me into to a decent sized hug.

"I thought you would never get here, thank goodness." Allison's pink streaked hair was tied up in a half up, half down do and her dress was full of shimmer. "I thought I would have to do the press rounds all by myself."

"Press rounds?" I asked letting out a small scoff. What press rounds?

Allison's eye grew wide and she took my by the shoulders. "That's right, you were gone when Andrea told me." She took me by my arm and pulled me towards the bathroom. I followed along, very confused. As I was being dragged to the bathroom, I just happened to look out into the crowd of people swarming around the place. My eyes fell on a very bony, very evil looking middle aged woman, who looked like she was wearing her mother's dress.

Felicia was here.

She seemed to sense my pathetic energy and immediately spun around to face my direction. I quickly ducked my head and hurried towards the bathroom, now pulling Allison along. When we finally entered the bathroom, I let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the faucet counter top.

"Here," Allison said reaching into the top of her dress and pulling out a stack of cards. "I did some preparing, you can borrow them though. I've memorized most of it. Not that you'll even need these. You've probably done lots of these being a Hienfield and all. I bet you've done this countless times." She placed the cards on the counter and turned to examined herself in the mirror.

Press rounds? Hienfield and all? Note cards?

I grabbed Allison by the shoulder and pulled her around to face me. "Maybe you could elaborate?" I asked picking up the note cards. Ew, they were warm. I dropped them back on the counter.

"Careful," Allison said scrambling to pick them up as they fell out their pile. "I put them order."

"Ally!" I exclaimed as I began to rub my forehead.

"Didn't you ever wonder why they never announced the names of the recipients of the internship?"
"Because that would take away any kind of privacy we had?" I asked shaking my head. "What happened to the confidentiality waver we signed?"

"That isn't even the same thing," Allison huffed as she neatly placed the note cards back on the counter. "I assumed you knew they would release our names," she said looking at me strangely. "I mean you're a Hienfield and you are working for Stark Industries."

"Stop saying that," I said in frustration. "Stop saying I'm a Hienfield. How do you even know that?! Why does that even matter?!"

Allison sighed. "Abigail, your father's company was one of Stark Industries' biggest rivals. Even if you aren't as famous now, it's still a big deal that your working for Tony Stark, and as for how I know that? Everyone knows you're a Hienfield. Literally, everyone who works at the facility. That's why the front desk lady always gives you the stink eye, why Harrison doesn't like you in the labs? No one ever addressed the elephant in the room directly, but trust me it was there. I assumed you knew that too. Isn't that why you got this internship?"

"No Allison," I replied clenching my fists to my side. "That is not why I got the internship. I got it, because I deserved it. At least I thought that was why." I pushed past her and out of the bathroom.

I was in a huge mess.

"Abigail?" A voice greeted me as I pushed through the bathroom doors. Felicia was standing to the side with no doubt at least her fifth glass of wine hand. The man she was talking to turned to look at me and I felt the undeniable feeling of dread begin to bubble in the pit of my stomach.

"Felicia," I said pulling a smile to my lips as I went over to greet her. I went in for a hug, but she stopped my short and we hugged the air instead. "Mr. Stane," I greeted the man standing next to her. He offered me a slight nod as his beady eyes scanned over me.

I was in a huge mess that I had no way of getting out of.

"There you are sweetheart," 'Agent' Barton said coming out of nowhere and slipping an arm around my waist. I cringed to myself as Felicia raised an eyebrow.

"And who are you?"

Before Barton could reply I stopped him. "This is why I turned down your invitation for tonight. I wanted to tell you later, but I guess now is as good of a time as any. Felicia this is my boyfriend um-"

"Greg," Barton interrupted going in for a handshake. "And it's nice to finally meet you Miss Waters."

Felicia opened her mouth to reply as she carefully took his hand, but we interrupted yet again.

"There you are," Andrea said sliding into the group. I let out a sigh and felt my chest begin to feel tighter. My body was shaking and breathing was getting harder by the second. She looked at Obadiah and excused herself. "You'll have to forgive me, but the press are requesting Stark Industries newest-"

"Your new intern?" I interrupted. "I think I saw her in the bathroom. She looked very anxious too."

Andrea creased her eyebrows at me and she and Obadiah shared a look. "You know what? I could really go for a drink, Greg?" "I'll get you a water," Barton said giving me a strange look and slipping away.

I turned back to the group and offered a sheepish smile. Much to my relief before anything could be said about anything, the lights turned down, applause erupted through the room, and I had never been so happy to see Tony Stark.

A/N: Wow, things are certainly getting complicated. See what I did there? Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I probably won't post another chapter until after Christmas. So, I wanted to wish everyone a early happy holidays! Anyway, as you can see the title has now changed to just, 'It's Complicated'. Just in case there was any confusion, this is the revised version and the original has been taken down. One last thing, this chapter is split up into two parts. So, you will notice this chapter says (I). The next chapter I post will continue off of this and have a (II).

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