What am I, 911?
While the men in front of you were talking, your phone rang, signalizing an incoming call. Completely unsuspiciously, you answered, although it was a foreign number...something you would never do again.
"Yes, hi?"
"Hello? Hello! Damn finally, I reached through to someone! Is that you Widd... *chrh*" "Sorry?!" The man's words were interrupted by some strange interferences.
"...You have to ... outta here! They trapped me in...Old Weapon factories down in..."
"I can't understand you, I only hear like every second word, could you..."
"...help!"
The interferences became more intense until you couldn't understand anything at all. You suddenly felt growing pain on your chest, noticing that while you were talking, your pocket watch has become burning hot.
With your free hand, you started an attempt to remove the necklace, but failed when you were covered in a faint white light, which you knew all too well...the watch, was teleporting you. Great as if you wouldn´t have had enough problems at all. Two phone calls requiring your instant assistance in kind of three hours…what were you, 911?
When you opened your eyes, it took you a while to adjust to the surroundings. It was sometime in the late evening, maybe nine or ten pm and already pretty dark. You noticed that you still had your mobile pressed to your ear. The call has been quit so you shoved it in the pocket of your Jeans, starting to wonder where you were at all.
A short glance on your pocket watch, that has gone back to his temperature almost innocent as if it wouldn't be capable of burning you at all, revealed its red hand at '9'. Shaking your head pensively, you hid the watch in the back Pocket of your jeans, so it wouldn't hurt you if it decided to randomly freak out again, taking a look at the area.
It was a dreary, most likely abandoned building that reached in the sky right in front of you.
Its walls were made of blank, grey concrete, giving it a cold and almost threatening appearance.
You began wandering around searching for an entrance, because what else could you have done?
Indeed it would have been a better idea to return to Sherlock and Watson, or at least to call them, but your were just too curious! Moreover, if they did not call you on their own, they could not be that concerned.
Your thoughts wandered back to the phone call: You definitely knew that voice...but who could it have been? He didn't sound panicking although he said that he has been trapped in some old weapon factory...
Sunken in your thoughts you did not look at the ground enough and stumbled over some rusty tools, randomly left at the property. You hit the ground, but got up immediately.
Finally, you found an entrance, a rusty old font of metal fixed on the wall next to it that made your breath stop for a second. You finally knew, who the foreign caller has been...but you had no plan whether to start crying of happiness or of despair.
The font read: "Production hall #2b-8 / Stark Industries"
After your first surprise, you couldn't hold back an amused giggle.
The amazing Mr. Anthony Stark has been trapped in one of his own old factories.
And according to his words, you were the only one knowing about it...great.
Seemed like it was up to you know to save the damsel in distress...or at least to sneak in, check out the situation and contact Fury about it.
Swiftly you opened the door and sneaked in, moving as silent and carefully as possible. "Damn it, why can't I land on a nice place at least once?" you muttered at yourself, eying the abandoned production lines and machines in distrust.
You winced in shock, when a single noise broke through the dull silence. A quiet hum...it reminded you of those of a refrigerator. That it was anything but this, you found out when you reached what was presumably the main production hall.
The sight sent cold shivers down your spine and caused you to breathe heavily; In the middle of the big, mainly empty, hall there were two single persons.
One of them was a woman you never had seen before, standing in front of a metallic construction. Her dark hair was braid to a strict tail, hanging over her shoulder; her clothes were also dark and seemed to have some parts of armour integrated.
Due to the sparse lightning, you barely saw her face or anything else.
The mentioned construction in front of her appeared to be the source of the quiet hum you had heard earlier. Obviously, it was a giant electro-magnet...and pinned against said magnet, in an approximate height of twenty feet, was Iron Man.
In full armour, excepting for the helmet, barely able to move and with complete annoyance in his handsome face.
You started wondering how he were able to phone you, but assumed it had something to do with JARVIS and was also the reason his helmet was gone.
After staring at the grotesque scene in front of you for a few seconds, you became aware of your current problem.
Iron Man was, completely helpless, pinned to a magnet in front of what certainly was a villain... and somebody had to help him getting down there.
Unfortunately the only available 'somebody' around were you: A mortal human being, without any super-powers, combat-skills or magical tricks of any kind.
And although you had no idea who the kickass woman was, she didn't look like it would be advisable to put up a fight with her.
But nevertheless...maybe it were the experiences of the last few days that made you feel like this, but you had the sudden urge to help him. Of course, you could sneak out again and somehow contact Fury but what if she did something to him in the meantime?
The situation required a quick reaction.
Luckily, an idea began taking shape in your mind: Stark was pinned to an electro-magnetic. If you could find a way to unsuspiciously separate it from the power-source, he would be free and could do...well whatever he would do. Beat up the Villain or just getting out of her together with you, you did not mind.
You let your eyes wander over the ground until you finally noticed one single cable, leading from the magnet out of your view.
The plan would have been okay...wouldn't you have been underestimating someone.
You moved one of your feet forward slowly, trying to sneak into the cable's direction without any noise...and obviously failed.
The woman suddenly turned around, looking in the exact direction where you were hiding behind some old boxes, also giving you the opportunity to finally see her face: The woman was hardly older than twenty-five.
"Ah," Her voice was clear, not showing the slightest emotion except for merciless determination.
"Coming to save your friend I suppose? Finally, I was already somehow...getting bored is the term I think?" You saw how Stark rolled his eyes, but you had no idea what was going on anyways.
The woman expected an Agent, or maybe one of the avengers...
That's how you came to the presumably most insane idea you ever had.
You stepped out of your cover, your hands risen to show that you were unarmed and the most innocent and confused of your expressions on your face.
"N...not really!" You exclaimed with a timid voice.
"See...I'm just a random girl! I sneaked in here out of curiousness! You know, teens and abandoned old buildings and stuff… I didn't expect anyone inside here! I don't even personally know this suit-guy up there!"
You had no idea who of the two looked at you more baffled. Actually Stark made an offended impression. Most likely because you called him suit-guy.
"Just leave me go and forget about all this yeah? I haven´t seen anything at all!"
You prayed to all gods that this would work.