Tony sped down the road making a sharp turn and sending gravel flying.
"Well so much for the paint job," Natasha muttered, earning a glare from Tony. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. Natasha looked out the rearview mirror and saw that Steve was close by. Suddenly Tony slammed on the brakes.
"What the-" Nat began but Tony pointed out the window.
"That's where we last saw Anya," Tony said, his eyes hard. Natasha nodded.
"Cap and I will get out and begin tracking her. You go back to the facility and make sure they listened to you," Natasha said. Tony nodded, his jaw clenched. Natasha put her hand on his shoulder, "Hey we'll find the kid Tony. She avoided capture for years. She's fine."
Tony nodded again and Natasha got out of the car and shut the door. Steve pulled up next to her and they watched Tony take off down the road.
"He's worried about the kid," Natasha said.
"I am too. She's powerful. Why hasn't she taken care of this creep?" Steve responded.
Natasha hadn't thought of that. Maybe that's why Tony was so freaked. His kid was just running, not defending.
"Come on, we have a Stark to find," Steve said, putting a hand on Nat's shoulder.