I watch as Tony strodes away, horrified.
Pepper, who has been sitting in the loveseat across from me, watching quietly, raises a delicate eyebrow at me in question.
'Help me' I mouth to her.
She gives me an understanding smile and inclines her head next room. I quickly followed her out of the room as we both hear a soft chuckle and the elevator doors ding opened.
Then I ran like my ass was on fire.
"You must be feeling drained. Do you have a place to stay already?" Pepper asks as soon as I walked into her office, shutting the door behind me and locking it.
"Yes… though now that I think about it, I'm sort of rather angry at my brother at the moment so no." I mutter, feeling the day take its toll on me.
"Why? Did something happen between you and your brother?" She asks, concerned.
"Not exactly…" I mutter, blushing in embarrassment.
I flushed thinking about what my brother had revealed. My mind quickly tried to block out the embarrassment but it was all a lost cause, since my brother would either repeat it or Tony and Steve would.
"Then what is it?" She asked, gently.
"My brother used to send me, super hero memorabilia when I was little. I've always been a big fan of all of his friends. Especially Captain America. I have always had a thing for him especially. My brother told all of them I was a big fan. I have a sweater for each of them. But I made one for Spiderman, Black Widow, and… the captain, even though he found someone who makes them as a living and had one for all of them made especially for me." I explain, in a soft voice.
"Aww...that's sweet. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She soothes. " I know I would do the same thing. Just how good are you at sewing?" She asks suddenly.
I smile, pulling out my phone to show her some of my work, handing my phone to her.
"You made these?" She asked, surprised.
"A friend back in Phoenix went to her boyfriend's Junior prom. It was sort of late for her to go shopping so we went to a fabric store, picked out the best fabric she could find and , bought some shoes. I designed it off the top of my head, took her measurements, borrowed her mother's sewing machine and made it the next day afterschool." I shrugged.
"Wow, Marie. This is amazing." She says, scanning more pictures.
I smiled fondly at the memories. My mother had helped me pin the dress together while I finished cutting the lace that I put atop as another layer. Despite her lacking abilities in the kitchen, she definitely knew how to sew.
"Ms. Potts. Mr. Stark wishes to know if you are ready to head home yet?" J.A.R.V.I.S asked.
"Go ahead and tell him to leave. I'll be staying at my apartment tonight with Bitsy." She responds, grabbing her purse before inclining her head.
I sigh before following her out of the large, intricately decorated office.
"Pull your pull on your sweater and braid your hair. It looks different pulled back." She said, as she pulled her jacket on.
I nod, slowly pulling my sore arm through the first arm and then quickly pulling the other part of the sweater over my head. Following by quickly braiding my hair. Once I'm done, we then proceed to get on the elevator, and down to the lobby and out the building.
Her car is parked right next to the curb. As they both neared the parked SUV, they saw a figure standing there.
"Ms. Potts, Miss. Barton." Harold Hogan better known as Happy, greeted them with a smile.
"Happy." Pepper greeted him with a smile, "Has Tony left yet?" She asked as he opened the backseat door for them.
"Oh, no. As a matter of fact, he's right over there." Happy replied pointing at a quickly approaching Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.
I let out a tired sigh, "Shit, today has not been my day."
"Ladies." Tony greets with a careless smile as he quickly walks up.
I scoff in response before climbing into the back with Pepper.
"Sorry, Cap, looks like you get to be copilot tonight." Tony says, climbing next to me.
"Happy, drop us off at Miss. Potts apartment please." Tony instructed as Happy pulled away from the curb and into oncoming traffic.
I turn to stare at him suprised, raising an eyebrow at him .
"Surely you didn't thinking we'd defy orders did you, Bitsy? Fury informed us to not leave your sight."
"If that's the case take us to Tony's house. We won't fit in my tiny apartment." Pepper stayed dryly.
"We won't fit in a two bedroom apartment? What a surprise." Tony snipes back, in the same tone.
"Kill me now." I mumbled, dropping my face into my hands.
"Now, now, cupcake. No need for dramatics." Tony says, patting my arm.
Tony's POV:
Just before he caught up with Marie and Pepper.
I had a feeling shit was about to hit the ceiling.
From all the information I had gathered from Bella's file, provided by Fury, this girl had run into a lot of problems from a young age.
How in the world does an eighteen year old have that many accidents in a span of short time?
The Phoenix incident was provoked. It is a known fact that vampires can be territorial. Especially males.
It is an unknown fact to many people just how many mythical creatures S.H.I.E.L.D actually has contact with. From the files Fury let me have, you'd be surprised how many creatures live amongst us incognito that we don't even known about.
Now, I'm just waiting on the lab results to see what and how exactly Ingenium Serum has affected Marie.
Speaking of Marie….
"So, what do you think about Marie?" I ask the Cap curiously.
I noticed after Barton brought his sister back from their mother and stepfather's funeral. It was originally decided that we'd all be going, and be placed in different areas looking for any type of danger.
The cap was supposed to be within the crowd while Romanoff watching from afar. Fury stayed on the jet, watching through J.A.R.V.I.S for any sign of sudden movements, while I watched from the car.
We all had our assignments handed to us. Of course, we never realized how much the loss of her parents had truly affected Marie. This is the small child I met when I was in my early twenties.
She grew up amongst us. Though we never truly knew how much of a genius she truly was until just a week ago. Heck, we all knew her simply as Clint's kid sister, who occasionally showed up. Though it had been quite a while since we had seen her, give or take a few years.
Now that I think about it, I had never seen Rogers affected by someone like this. Even with his girlfriend he left in the past, Margaret Carter.
He seems so taken with her. It's almost amusing when I think about it.
Last week, when Clint revealed to Steve and I that she had always been a fan of the comic books, particularly Captain America's. His eyes seem to brighten.
That of course followed with a threat from him, stating if we mentioned this to her, we'd get an arrow in the ass.
"Cap?" I asked again.
He stood by the glass wall staring at the glowing lights that were with city. Lost in thought.
"Hmm? Oh, I think...she's a great person. " he says, distracted.
"A great person who's managed hand your ass to you." I snip, looking at a chart through one of the many holographic computer screens.
"Sir," J.A.R.V.I.S inputs.
"Yes?"
"The results for Miss. Bitsy, are ready." He says.
"Pull them up on screen number two, please." I mutter, trying to fix my newest prototype's fault.
"Tony, you might want to check this out." Rogers says, early calm.
I move the screen to the side, quickly walking over to where Rogers is.
"Holy shit!" I gasp in surprise, feeling as my jaw dropped to the ground.
Rogers and I stare at each other in surprise before I grab my jacket, wallet and keys and run to the elevator.
"Let's go!"