"Alright Pepper, I'm ready!" I announced, walking into the lobby. Pepper and I were attending a benefit and dad got to stay home, no fair. I was wearing a navy blue dress that went to the floor and it had small rhinestones that made it look like a midnight sky. Pepper's dress had an open back and was bright turquoise blue.

"Wonderful, lets go," Pepper smiled

When we got to the benefit Pepper left my side to go talk with a bunch of boring business people leaving me to deal with the news reporters and press. I answered dozens of questions about the new direction of the company and the health of daddy dearest. I was about to snap and tell them all the back the hell off when someone pulled me away from them. I looked to the person and was met with Phil Coulson.

"Phil, good to see you!" I greeted

Phil smiled, "Touché Miss Stark."

"Thanks for saving me from the stupid press people," I sighed.

"You were looking a little agitated."

I nodded in agreement, "So what brings a secret agent guy to this boring event?"

Phil laughed at my bluntness, "I was hoping to gather some evidence."

I nodded, "Oh, makes sense."

"Well, I have to go talk to some people, so find away to stay out of trouble," Phil told me with a smile, as he turned around and walked away.

"No promises!" I called after him.

I stood in a corner drinking coke, underage and all that jazz. I noticed my dad and Pepper getting rather close on a balcony. What the hell! Dad wasn't even supposed to be here, oh well. My heart sank when Pepper and dad both pulled away, darn. I was going to have to start playing matchmaker if I ever wanted those two together. Dad looked like he was asking Pepper something before he started to walk toward the bar. As the drinks were being made that bloody reporter, Christine Everheart. Bloody?, dad's right I have been watching to many British movies! Anyway, he was looking extremely flustered and I decided to go rescue him.

As I walked over I heard Christine say, " 'Cause I'm referring to your company's involvement in this latest atrocity." I hurried over faster.

Dad must have thought she was talking about the party, "Yeah. They just put my name on the invitation. I don't know what to tell you."

Christine sneered, "I actually almost bought it, hook, line, and sinker."

I made it to the duo and wrapped my arm around my dad's waist, "I was out of town for a couple of months, in case you didn't hear."

Christine continued, god this women is annoying, "Is this what you call accountability?" She whipped and envelope out and showed it to us. There were pictures of Stark weapons scattered around a camp-type settlement. "It's a town called Gulmira. Heard of it?"

Dad's eyes were wide, horror washed over me, "When were these taken?"

"Yesterday."

Dad looked at me, he was angry, "I didn't approve and shipment."

Christine smirked, "You're company did."

Dad stood up and started moving toward the exit, "Well, I'm not my company."

He left my line of vision and I searched around for Phil, I spotted him standing in a corner. I glared at Christine, snatched the envelope out of her hands and started running through the crowds of people. He saw me running and started over, worry etching his features. I hadn't realized that my heart was pounding, or that I was really scared, or that I was internally flipping out.

"Bella, what's wrong?" the agent asked.

I pulled out the envelope, "Gulmira, Stark Weapons, under the table dealing. Obadiah, I need dad's phone," I gasped out, running in heals with this heavy dress on was hard.

Phil took the envelope and looked through the pictures. His eyes widened and he looked at me, "Bella, did your dad now about any of this?"

"No, he would never send weapons into an enemy camp!"

"Okay, why do you need your dad's phone?"

"I've got to hack into the Stark database to see when these were sent, if they were when dad was…gone then it was Obadiah."

Phil nodded, "Go, and call me when you get details. Bella, stay safe."

I nodded and started toward the entrance, I stepped out of the building and saw dad and Obadiah taking a picture. I growled and walked over. My foot caught on some one's foot and I wasn't able to stabilize myself, darn heels. I fell forward and my ankle twisted in a painful angle and my shoulder hit the ground. A few people helped me up to my feet, as soon as I put pressure on my ankle white hot pain shot through my leg. I yelped and I was lowered onto the stairs. I looked up and gave grateful smiles to those who helped, my dad looked to be arguing with Obadiah. Someone tapped my dad's shoulder and pointed to me. He spun around, he saw me, glared at Obadiah and rushed over to me.

"Bells, what happened?" he asked.

I gritted my teeth against the throbbing of my quickly bruising shoulder and ankle, "Next party, remind me not to wear heels."

Dad smirked but looked at my ankle, which was purple and swelled up, "Well that's sprained."

"Good guess, Sherlock," I growled.

Dad chuckled and called Happy, brought his arms down to pick me up, and carried me towards the waiting car bridal style.