Biela knocked on the door of the apartment. A man opened the door. It wasn't anyone she knew, but she could see Agent Coulson in the background. "Can I help you?" the man asked. "Natasha sent me," she replied quickly. Agent Coulson looked up at that. "Biela?" he said, surprised. "What are you doing here?" "My highly drunk father is in the Iron Man suit and has a very high chance of blowing up the house, so Natasha sent me here," Biela replied. "Can I come in, or do I have to stand in the hallway all night?"
The man before her gestured. "Be my guest." She stepped in quickly, and he closed the door behind her. "You're the Stark girl," he said. "And you're Hawkeye," she replied. "How'd you know?" he asked suspiciously. "Your bracers left tan lines and there's only one SHIELD archer," she replied. "Plus, Coulson told me." "Agent Barton, at your service," the archer said, extending his hand. "Biela Stark," she replied, shaking it.
"Do you want to see what's going on with my dad?" Biela asked, holding up her StarkPad. "You can pull up the footage?" Agent Barton asked, surprised. "Yeah, we've got awesome security footage. It's as good as professional videotaping. Color footage with audio. From my dad's state of drunkenness, it looks like it's going to be entertaining." "Can you hook it to the TV?" Coulson asked, gesturing towards the 60 inch on the wall. "Sure. Give me a minute," Biela replied with a smirk.
Less than sixty seconds later, the StarkPad was hooked to the screen, and Biela inputted her password to access the security feeds again. She started it up at the area where Tony asked for a beat. The video started up, along with the music. Rhodey came up behind Tony and grabbed him. "I told you to shut it down," he growled. Tony just smirked. His mask came down and he grabbed Rhodey's arm and jumped up, using his repulsors to fly back through two walls into the training room.
Rhodey landed in a heap, while Tony landed gracefully one his feet. "Now," Tony said as he walked away, "put that thing back where you found it and no one gets hurt." He was almost to the door when he was hit in the back of the head by a weight. Tony turned around as Rhodey threw another one. It struck the glass door leading into the shower. "Damn!" one of them cursed. Tony picked up a dumbbell and hit him in the head, knocking him back to the other end of the boxing ring. "Sorry, pal," Tony said, hovering above him. "Iron Man only has one sidekick." "Side…kick…this!" Rhodey replied, hitting him several times with a pole. He then threw him upstairs into one of the guest bedrooms. "That's Rhodey's room when he stays over," Biela commented as Rhodey shakily flew up into the room. "Had enough?" he asked.
Jarvis switched the screen to show Pepper walking up to Natalie as she returned from helping Biela. "Natalie!" she exclaimed angrily. "Miss Potts," Natalie replied. "Don't you 'Miss Potts' me, I'm onto you, and you know what? Ever since you came here…" she was interrupted in her tirade as Rhodey and Tony crashed through the ceiling. She screamed. Happy ran over to her, yelling, "Pepper!" as she watched dumbly. "We have to get out of here, get out of here," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her away. Natasha stalked away in a different direction, presumably to return to her car and then the apartment.
All the party guests were standing outside the living room, watching the fight. "You want it?" Tony yelled. "Take it!" he added as he judo-flipped Rhodey. They continued punching each other until he punched Rhodey into the piano. He turned around to face the crowd. "Aah!" he yelled threateningly. The crowd ran away. "He did it to keep them safe," Biela informed the SHIELD agents. "He looked threatening, but it's not like he did anything to actually hurt them." They nodded, and they returned their attention to the footage.
Rhodey got up and hit Tony in the head with a piece of the piano. Tony ended up in the fireplace, and the gas appliance set him on fire. He pulled himself out, breaking the wall in the process. Thankfully, the suit was fireproof. Then Tony held up his hand, palm – and repulsor – towards Rhodey. Rhodey did the same. "Put your hand down," he ordered. "Tony doesn't listen to orders," Biela said, rolling her eyes. "And I'm pretty sure drunk Tony is just as stubborn as sober Tony." "You think you got what it takes to wear that suit?" "You don't have to do this, Tony," Rhodey insisted.
"You want to be the War Machine, take your shot!" Tony mocked. "Put it down!" Rhodey ordered. "You gonna take a shot?" Tony asked. "Put it down!" Rhodey yelled. "No!" Tony replied, as the repulsor fired up. "Drop it, Tony!" Rhodey replied, his repulsor firing up as well. "Take it," Tony insisted. The two repulsors fired and met in a blinding explosion, completely destroying the living room. Tony was lying by one wall, his eyes dark. Then they lit up, as he looked around. Rhodey was standing by the window. He took a long look at Tony, then took off into the night. Tony watched him go.
Biela shut the StarkPad off. "Boo. There goes all our hard work in keeping that out of the hands of the military. Jarvis, lockdown all tech from being downloaded, and if they try to dissect it, set it for self-destruct. They may have the Mark II, but they are not getting any more. Any modifications go by me, and if I say self-destruct, it goes boom. Capisce?" "Of course, Miss Stark," the AI replied from the StarkPad.
"So…how long do you think it'll take Natasha to get here?" Agent Barton asked. "At least an hour," Biela replied. "And that's only if she doesn't have to face Pepper's wrath." "How long do you need to stay?" Agent Coulson asked. "At least until Natasha reports that the estate is clear. And I want to know why you're investigating my dad, since I'm working for you know. I deserve to know what is going on in my own house." "Why should we tell you?" Agent Barton challenged. "Because it's the right thing to do," she replied. "And I have enough blackmail material to force it if you refuse."
Coulson sighed. "Fine. We'll talk when Natasha gets here. In the meantime, do you want to watch a movie? I'd guess you're a bit behind due to your…personal experiences." Biela rolled her eyes. "I don't go into a panic attack because of Afghanistan. Sure, I have nightmares, chronic insomnia…but I can talk about it. I don't like sand, or caves, and I'll probably never go to Afghanistan again, but I don't freak out if you talk about it. And what have you got?"
Agent Barton excitedly went into a whole recitation of the movies they had. "Men In Black," Biela said. "I have no earthly idea what it is, but it sounds like Agent Coulson!" "You can call me Phil, Biela," the agent chuckled. "And you can call me Clint," the archer said with a grin. "And you're right. Phil is JUST like Agent K."