I can't believe I forgot for this whole story! I DIDN'T DO A DISCLAIMER NOTE! I do not own anything to do with marvel or iron man... But I wish I did!

A few hours later we started work on the repulsor gloves. Dad was talking to Dummy, a robot…. again.

"Up two. All right set that," He told Dummy.

Pepper's telltale heels clicked into the lab. "I've been buzzing you two. Did you here the intercom?"

"No, sorry Pep," I apologized.

Dad continued with whatever he was doing, Pepper sighed and turned to me, "I thought you weren't making weapons anymore?"

"This isn't a weapon. This is a flight stabilizer," Dad told her. He lifted his hand, "Its completely harmless," He promised. He fired the repulsor and the energy strike blasted some metal across the room.

Pepper and I jumped and yelped.

"Harmless, wasn't expecting that," Dad shrugged.

Pepper and I shared a disbelieving look. Dad took the glove off and we went upstairs to meet Obadiah. I really didn't want to because quite frankly I don't trust Obadiah. He didn't seem to upset when dad was missing.

When we got upstairs Obadiah was playing on the piano in the corner, I got kind of angry that was my piano.

"How's it go?" Dad asked. He saw the pizza on the table and frowned. "It went that bad, huh?"

Obadiah stopped playing and walked over to us, "Just because I brought pizza back from New York doesn't mean it went bad."

Dad rolled his eyes, "Sure it doesn't."

He and I grabbed a slice of pizza. "It would have gone better if you were there." Obadiah retorted.

"You told me to lay low. That's what I've been doing." Dad argued. "I lay low, and you take care of all.."

"Hey, come on. In public. The press. This was a board of directors meeting." Obadiah pointed out.

Dad looked worried, "This was a board of Directors meeting?"

Obadiah sighed, "The board is claiming you have posttraumatic stress. They're filing an injunction."

"What?" I whispered.

"They wanna lock you out." Obadiah didn't look overly upset.

"Why, cause we dipped forty points?" Dad looked mad. He rubbed his temples, "We knew that was gonna happen."

"We own the controlling interest in the company." Dad protested.

"Tony, the board has rights too. They are making the case that your new direction isn't in the company's best interest." Obadiah said, frustrated.

"I'm being responsible!" Dad yelled.

"That's a new direction for me, for the company." Obadiah stuttered, "I mean, me on the companies behalf."

I smirked, Dad grabbed the pizza box and took my hand. He started to pull me out of the room and back down to the lab.

"Oh, come on. Tony. Tony!" Obadiah yelled after us.

"I'll be in the shop." Tony yelled over his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! Hey, Tony. Listen."

Dad spun around.

Obadiah continued, "I'm trying to turn this thing around, but you gotta give me something. Something to pitch me. Let me have the engineers analyze that. You know, draw up some specs."

I realized he was talking about the miniature Arc Reactor and my eyes widened. Dad protested immediately, "No. No, absolutely not."

Obadiah sighed, "It'll give me a bone to throw the boys in New York."

"This one stays with me!" Dad exclaimed. I was furious, I knew what I had to do.

Obadiah frowned, but he was holding back and angry expression. "Alright, fine. This stays with me then." He said walking over and grabbing the pizza box from Dad's hand.

We walked away and Obadiah called out to us, "Mind if I come down and see what you are doing?"

I tensed, that liar.

"Goodnight, Obie!" Dad yelled and we went down to the lab.

About an hour later I told Dad I was going up to bed and went to my bedroom. I looked through my dresser drawers until I found what I was looking for.

I picked up my cell phone, let it ring and waited for someone to answer.

"Hello, this is Phil Coulson."

I sighed in relief, "Phil!"

"Yes that is me. Who is this?"

"Oh sorry, It's Bella Stark."

Phil responded, "Oh yes, What can I do for you Ms. Stark?"

"You know the conversation we had at the press conference… about my suspicions?"

"Yes, I do." He sounded worried.

"I think I know who is working against my dad." I told him nervously.

"Who?"

"Obadiah Stane."

"What leads you to that thought?" He asked.

"The board filed a injunction. Then Obadiah wanted the miniature Arc Reactor that's keeping Dad alive. Then he wanted to see what we were working on." There was a long silence, "When are you free, I have to explain a lot." I told him.

"I can meet you in about two to three days." Phil told me.

"That works…"

"Ms. Stark?" Phil asked sounding worried. "You, Pepper, and your father will be safe."

"I trust you, thanks Agent Coulson."

"You're welcome. Have a nice night, Ms. Stark."

"You too." I told him and hung up.

I put my phone down and I laid down on my bed, what were we getting into? I didn't have a good feeling about whatever it was.