Heeyyy! So, here's the next chapter, and I apologize for the ending!

Birdy's POV

The door to the cafe jingled open and a familiar voice said, "Hey." A smile relaxed across my face as I turned around. My best friend Lunaire Aslo was walking up to the counter, her small four year old son Jett at her heels.

"Hey." I went around the counter and hugged her before stooping to my knees and smiling at Jett, my small godson. "How's Jetters?"

"Great," he replied in his toddler-y drawl. I hugged him before standing back up.

"And how's Lunaire?" I asked. She shrugged, sending her red hair spilling off her shoulder.

"Getting better every day," she said firmly. I smiled sympathetically and hugged her again. Her husband, Ryan, had died a month or two before in the war. Not only was it extremely tough on her, losing her husband and having to explain to Jett why he'd never see his daddy again, but she had also found out she was pregnant with her second child, and she had never been able to tell Ryan.

"I'm sorry, honey." I released her. "Do you want anything?" I looked down at Jett.

"Can I have a bwownie?" he asked, his eyes lit up.

"Sure!" I walked behind the counter, looking under it as if I was searching for something. "Hmm, I know I have brownies in here somewhere...oh, is this one?" I lifted up a blue shirt. Jett gasped and squealed in excitement. "There ya go, kid." I tossed him the Captain America shirt. Ever since he had found out what his father did for the country, Jett had been a huge Captain America fan. It was really adorable to hear him ramble on about him.

Lunaire smiled at me. "You're great, Birdy." I smiled back.

"Only to those who deserve it." I pulled a brownie out of the snack tray on the counter and handed it to Jett, who was pulling his new shirt on over the one he was already wearing. He snatched it from me and took a large bite, saying in a muffled voice, "Fanks Aunt Biwdy!"

Tony's POV
I strode confidentially into Natasha and Clint's apartment without knocking. "Honey, I'm home."

"How did you get in?" Natasha asked with a frown.

"I'm Iron Man," I replied. "I can fix any car, rewire anything, repair a ship while it's in midair. And I found the spare key under the mat." Clint laughed and stuck his hand out to shake mine. I shook it.

"I'm starved. What's for lunch? All I had is a cup of coffee," I said.

"I met someone at a party one of my friends threw that has a place in town somewhere," Natasha said. "Just let me make sure I have the right place." She grabbed her cell phone and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, punching in a number that was written on the paper. After a second, she said, "Hey, Birdy? This is Natasha Romanoff. You know, from Daniel's party?...yes, the prostitute lipstick." She laughed. "Well, Clint and I are bringing a friend over there for lunch and I just wanted to make sure I had the right place...mmhmm, see you in a bit. Bye." She hung up the phone. "Yeah, it's the right place. Let's go."

Birdy's POV

"Alright, Cat," I said, hanging up the phone. "We're actually gonna have people in here for lunch today." My only worker, Cat, looked up through the kitchen window.

"Awesome." We had been friends since college, so when I needed someone to work in my cafe when I opened it, she was the first person I called. Lunaire was always too busy with Jett.

My eyes bugged when the handsome pervert came in with Natasha and another guy.

"You!" I exclaimed before I could stop myself.

"Oh, hey," he said with a charming smile and casual tone."Still got my card?" My face reddened.

"You two know each other?" Natasha asked.

"Unfortunately," I replied through clenched teeth.

"I came in here earlier," he said. "She was somehow offended by my polite, flattering offer."

"You wanted me to sleep with you!" I exclaimed. Cat peeked her head out of the kitchen window and said, "He what?"

Natasha laughed. "Tony does that to everyone. Don't take it personally."

"No, do," Tony said. "Only way you can take it, really."

"Hi, I'm Clint!" the other man loudly intervened, sticking his hand out to shake mine. I laughed and shook it.

"Birdy Kardynal." I smiled at him.

"Birdy Kardynal," Tony repeated. "Was that planned or coincidental?"

"It's a nickname," Cat said, stepping out of the kitchen. Tony peered at her name-tag.

"Cat?" he read aloud. "What's your last name? Calico? Tabby?"

"Is yours Dumbass?" she snapped.

"Just go back to the kitchen, Cat," I said to her.

"You're sending me away to cook?" she asked, feigning shock. "You sound just like my ex! Next you'll start beating me!"

"Damn straight!" I raised my fist above my head and brought it down quickly, but resting it gently on her back. She let out a fake yell. "Now back to your kitchen!" She scurried back into the room, both of us laughing.
"Anyway" -I turned back to the others- "what would you guys like?"

"Salad," Natasha said.

Clint said, "I'll have a barbeque burger." Tony said to make it two, so I called back all the orders back to Cat before opening my book. I placed it on the counter, leaning on the counter over it, my black hair falling in curtains around me.

"Won't you join us?" Tony's voice rang across the cafe.

"I'm fine," I called without looking up. But then Natasha said, "Please? No one else is in here, anyway." I sighed and closed my book, hopping over the counter and calling, "Also some bacon cheese fries, Cat."
"You got it, chief," she yelled back. I sat down at their table between Clint and Tony.

Tony's POV

Birdy's hand brushed against mine as she reached for her drink. She gave me a glance as to apologize as she took a drink.

"This was fun," Natasha said. There was something in her voice that was telling me something. I glanced out the cafe window and saw what was wrong. Two guys were across the street with a pair of binoculars, looking into the cafe window.

"You're leaving?" Birdy's face fell. "Are you sure you don't want any desert or coffee or...or something?"

"No," Clint said, standing, "we really should be going. But thank you." He handed her a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change." With that, we dashed out, leaving her to clean up the table with a frown.

"Bets on that they were being creepy on Birdy?" I asked.

"One in a million," Clint replied. I glanced over my shoulder to see they had begun following us. Natasha nodded for us to go into the alley beside Hope's. I pulled out my phone and said into it, "Jarvis, send the suit."

"Sending the suit, sir," replied Jarvis. I slipped the phone back into my pocket as the two guys walked into the alley.

"I smell trouble," I announced, "or is it you just that you two haven't bathed in a while?"

Birdy's POV

I wiped the table slowly, upset. They had just left so suddenly. Just when I was beginning to enjoy Tony's company, too.

Something banged. Cat and I both looked at the wall it came from. "You hear that?" she asked. I nodded and then there was another bang.

"I'm gonna go see what it is," I said, dropping my rag and walking out the door. I glanced around and walked over to the alley. What I saw made me stop dead.

"Where's the suit, Tony?" Clint yelled, ducking as a man took a swing at him.

"It was in New York!" Tony yelled back. "It'll take a while to get here!"

I was frozen, my eyes wide. They hadn't noticed me yet. Suddenly, a loud wooshing sound met my ears and I looked up to see Iron Man flying down. I gasped loudly, but no one heard me. He landed in front of Tony,but the it appeared that the suit was empty. Tony stepped into it, held up his hand, and said, "Go."

The men quickly ran off, shouting. One of them knocked me down so I fell without a word or change of facial expression. That's when everyone noticed me.

"Birdy," Tony said, stomping over to me. "Are you okay?"

I was staring at him, petrified in fear. "Y-you're...you're Iron Man..."

"What was your first clue?" he asked sarcastically.

To be continued.

Yes I know. Cliffhanger. Don't kill me. It's super late where I am and I gotta get up early tomorrow to pack so...yeah...I'll update quickly, I swear!