Biela stared at her in shock. "How did you even get in here?" she asked. "The house is on lockdown." "I asked Jarvis," she admitted, "And told him that I wanted to get you out of here before you got hurt. He's breaking bottles and melons and all sorts of stuff. Never get drunk. You know the old mantra, "With great power…" "Comes great responsibility," Biela finished. "Yeah, my dad has a really big comic book collection. Though it's mostly Captain America, he's still got some of everything."
"Miss Stark, Colonel Rhodes has accessed the lab and is currently suiting up in the Mark II armor. I believe his intentions are to stop Mr. Stark," Jarvis reported. "Well, he needs to be stopped," Biela said. "You need to leave, now," Natasha ordered. "Coulson told me about your fake identity. You can drive, right?" "Yeah," Biela responded. "You have a GPS?" Natasha asked. "Better. I've got Jarvinia in all my cars," the heiress smirked. "A. who's Jarvinia, B. you have multiple cars?" "Yeah, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Bugattis, Audis, my dad gets me whatever I want. And Jarvinia is the female version of Jarvis. She's in all my suits, just like Jarvis is in all my dad's. And Jarvinia can drive my cars if need be."
"Great," Natasha said. She grabbed a piece of paper from Biela's desk and scribbled an address. "Apartment 1639. The door code is #6445." "Phil? Your door code is Coulson's first name?" Biela laughed. "Yeah. Anyway, he's up there, with my partner. I'll be there as soon as this mess is cleared up." "Miss Stark, Colonel Rhodes is making his way upstairs. You may wish to watch," Jarvis informed her. "Transfer footage to my StarkPad," Biela said, grabbing it from her nightstand. She also picked up a duffel bag and the Mark VB case from near the door. "Emergency bag," she explained to Natasha. "I thought it would be a good idea."
They went out into the hall where they went their separate ways, Biela taking the back stairs while Natasha went back to the party. Biela was watching her StarkPad as Rhodey said, "I'm only going to say this once. Get out." The crowd hurried away. "You don't deserve to wear one of these!" Rhodey said, pointing at Tony. "Shut it down!" he ordered.
Tony, being Tony, turned around and held the mike to his face. "Goldstein," he ordered. The frightened DJ popped up from behind his desk. "Yes, Mr. Stark?" "Give me a fat beat to beat my bestie," Tony burst out laughing. As Tony and Rhodey began fighting, Biela shut the StarkPad off. "Jarvis, inform me of any major happenings with this fight. She threw her bags into the passenger seat of her Audi R8 Spyder convertible. "Jarvis, lockdown everything else as soon as I'm out, even to Rhodey and Pepper. Only let them in with my permission. Be ready to institute any and all emergency protocols to help Tony. Have Dummy ready with the fire extinguisher, and make sure the bots are capable of delivering hangover remedies." "Yes, Miss Stark," the AI replied.
She got in the car and drove out of the garage, incognito among all the other fancy cars there. "Jarvinia, what's the fastest way to Natasha's apartment?" "Right this way, Miss Stark," the AI replied pleasantly.