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Chapter 27
"There you are." Tony said as he came into the garage. "I was wondering where you were. Jarvis said you didn't want anyone to know where you were." he finished, handing me a slice of pizza.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I just think that Obadiah doesn't like me much." I said, trying to get him to understand that it was actually the other way around.
"Are you still mad that I told him of your jumps?" He asked, almost sarcastically.
"Actually, I am Tony. But you don't understand that yet. You will though." I said, getting up from where I was.
"You can't be serious." He asked, starting to work on the pieces that will be part of Mark II.
"I am Tony, and I wish for one second you could be too."I sighed.
"If you're going to be a bore, you might as well be a bore in your room. Or go be a bore with Pepper." He dismissed me.
"I wish you would open your eyes sooner Tony. It's almost as if you forget who I am." I said, leaving as soon as I finished, missing the confused look on his face.
That night Tony came into my room in the middle of the night. I mean, do I mind? Yes. I like sleep.
He laid next to me facing up, my back facing him. I felt him get comfortable and then he cleared his throat.
"Come on, I know you're awake." He said quietly, as if afraid he was wrong.
"Doesn't mean I want to talk to you." I said, sighing. We stayed quiet for a while, and for one moment I thought that he had fallen asleep.
"I can't sleep." he whispered, making me turn to face him.
"Is it about Afghanistan?" I asked quietly. He stayed silent for some time before speaking.
"Yes."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I tried, softly.
"Not really, it was like the last one I told you about. They're always the same."
"Do you wanna stay here for the night?" I asked again, moving to lay my head on his shoulder. He turned his face and kissed the top of my head and then rested his head on top of mine. I took that as a yes and closed my eyes.
"I'm sorry for saying that you're a bore… and for practically kicking you out of the garage." He said, very quietly, as if he thinks I'm asleep. "And I'm sorry for blaming you for my kidnapping. And I'm sorry for not talking to you and ignoring you when I got back." He continued, turning on his side to hug me. "I was so scared when I was there. Of course I didn't show it, but that doesn't mean wasn't." He stopped for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. "When I asked you to not leave, I was serious. I don't think, after having you with me for so long, that I could deal with that." He finished, squeezing me and then relaxing, moving a bit to get more comfortable, never letting go of me.
I was getting out of the shower when Tony burst into my room in a suit.
"C'mon, get ready, we're going to a party." he said, while trying to tie his bow tie.
"You're so fucking lucky that I get dressed in the bathroom." I grumble, walking towards him and doing his bow tie.
"C'mon, change, the party has already started and I…" he started but then noticed that I already was ready for the party. "You're already dressed." he stated.
"Only have to put my heels on and we can go." I smiled.
"Perfect!"
It didn't take long for us to be walking up the stairs, towards Obadiah.
"Tony, I have to warn you of something." I started, but he didn't let me finish.
"No, you can't tell me anything, sweetheart, you know that." he exclaimed, smiling to appear happy in front of the cameras.
"What if it is something bad? Something that I know will hurt you." I ask softly.
"Will it kill me? Even though I very much doubt you would've let me come here if i was going to die." he asked, muttering under his breath the rest.
"Tony…" I kind of whined.
"Listen Lizzy, I understand now that you can't tell me anything okay? And unless it is going to directly threaten your life, I don't want to know." he said, and with this we continued to walk. I detached myself from him saying that I would wait for him at the top of the stairs, while he talked with Obadiah. I watched as Obadiah quickly dismissed Tony and sent him my way, and right after Tony turned his back to him, facing me, he sent me what you could call a death threatening glare. As if I am scared. Bite me bitch! I, of course, answered with my own glare, he didn't seem surprised, but smirked before continuing the interview.
"What was that glare about?" Tony asked as he reached me.
"Nothing... let's just go inside." I say, smiling at him and taking the arm he offered. As we started walking, I saw Tony look suspiciously one last time at Obadiah.
Once inside, Tony guided me to the bar where he asked for a scotch. I noticed Coulson looking at me and shook my head to signalize him to not say anything that related me to SHIELD. To not even acknowledge me. At least I tried to make it seem that I was implying that. And apparently, he understood since he nodded and looked at Tony.
"Mr. Stark?" he asked, making Tony look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Agent Coulson." Coulson introduced himself, still smiling.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah. The guy from the..." Tony remembered.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division." Coulson finished.
"God, you need a new name for that." Tony, mocked a bit and I elbowed him, making him glare at me and wrap his arm around my waist.
"Yeah, I hear that a lot."
"Listen, I know this must be a trying time for you, but we need to debrief you. There's still a lot of unanswered questions and time can be a factor with these things. Let's just put something on the books. How about the 24th at seven p.m. at Stark Industries?" Coulson asked. And Tony, distracted by Pepper, of course accepted.
"Tell you what… You got it, you're absolutely right. Well… I'm going to go to my assistant, and we'll make a date. By the way, have you met Lizzy?" he said, and with that he departed, leaving me with Coulson, chuckling.
"Indeed, I have met her." Coulson commented, making me chuckle again.
"Now Coulson, don't get cheeky. It doesn't suit you." I said, smiling at him.
"I actually think it does." He smirked.
"That smile is really creepy you know." I murmured under my breath.
"It's my specialty."
