Okay~! Chapter Eight! finally getting some where with the story line _ I got Iron Mew from Tumblr, so I don't really know if it's on here already . . . but if it is I'll remove it ._. anyways, enjoy~!
The cat that Tony asks for is going to be apart of the story . . . just so that I have something to call Iron Mew _ lul~!
After that night you only managed to get in a couple uninterrupted hours of sleep, and when you awoke in the morning you felt horribly sick and were planning on calling in a sick day, but then you received an important call from Pepper. She stated that Tony had something important to tell you and that you already a full page of whatever odd job stuff Tony wanted you to do/get. After the call you dragged yourself out of bed, and stared at yourself in the mirror of your bathroom for a good five minutes before getting through your morning routines. When you were changing from your pyjamas you noticed something that almost completely freaked you out. Not only did you notice how extremely pale you looked, but you also noticed that, on your left side, underneath your ribs was something red. It was under your skin and you were pretty sure you couldn't feel it, but when you looked at it you noticed that is wiggled and squirmed, and when you put your hand on it you could feel it pulse before it moved incredibly fast and disappeared. When it disappeared you were pretty sure you felt it, and you were sure it moved like a worm; contracting then expanding. Now you were pretty sure you shouldn't go to work and if it weren't for a second call from Pepper informing you that you got another sticky note of things to get for Tony that he forgot to formally write in the list mentioned in the first call. You sighed, as you finished getting dressed in your pinstripe slacks, grey flats, and white blouse, you headed downstairs. Out of curiosity you looked around the ground floor of your house for any signs of Loki. Luckily he wasn't around. Just before you were about to leave you grabbed two boxes of the Girl Scout cookies and chocolate covered coconut shavings. As soon as you locked the door you very concerned nurse neighbour walked on over to you. Although it did take a while you managed to shake off the worrier you managed to get into your car and on your way to work.
Half an hour later you were stuck in morning traffic, regretting not waking up earlier to beat the traffic. You were behind a tan sedan that seemed out of date with a licence plate from somewhere else. The driver for some reason began to irritate you unbelievably, which was odd for you; you normally were able to keep your calm during times like these, but right now you were just emanating anger. A pain rose deep from your body, you couldn't quite place where the pain was coming from but you certainly felt it. You closed your eyes for a moment, cringing from the pain, but then you heard a scream. Your eyes flew open, and you gasped at what you saw; the tan sedan that was in your way was now suspended eight feet in the air by that same fleshy substance you saw from within your dreams.
Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as you stared petrified at the scene in front of you. Your breaths came out slowly and ragged, but although your breath was slow your heart was beating so quickly you thought it would burst. People ran this way and that, pressing up against the wall of buildings which that the gooey thing in front of them didn't touch. Everyone was horrified. Sirens screeched closer and closer, until, suddenly, a knock at your car's window made you jump a good few inches out of your seat. A police officer was standing at your window, looking down at you with authority. You allowed your window you slide down all the way.
"Miss," the officer said when your window was down, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I can't," you said, your voice quivering, "I'm going to be late for work."
"I am aware of that ma'am, but I'm afraid I'll have to delay . . . Ma'am are you alright?" He squinted at you, straight into your eyes.
"I'm quite fine, officer, why?"
"Your eyes . . . They're a bright red."
"They are?" You looked over at your rear-view mirror and gasped, your eyes practically glowed red.
You shook your head in disbelief, and turned back to the officer "I have to go; my boss wouldn't want me late."
You heard the officer say something to you, but you weren't sure what because by the time you were aware he was talking you had rolled up your window. By now all the cars that were lined up ahead had already left, and the gooey red thing above left an archway large enough for you to pass through. You began to drive slowly under the thing and when you were certain that it wouldn't drop that sedan on top of you, you sped up to the maximum speed limit and finally continued on your way to work, continuously checking your eyes as the red in them faded quickly.
Pepper was waiting for you past the front doors of the building, clearly stressed even though it was only the morning. As you walked in she instantly went to you, pushing a piece of paper covered in sticky notes. "Don't you ever pick up your phone?" she huffed frustrated, "Where have you been?"
"Sorry, got, er, delayed." You said looking down at the notes.
Just as Pepper was about to say something else Tony walked over to you, sticking a note on your forehead and patting your head, "Be sure you get everything, okay? Pepper and I have to go somewhere right away."
The two walked past you and headed out the door. You sighed, walking to a chair and pulling off the note on your forehead. Once seated you set the paper on your lap, sticking the note that was on your forehead to the one spot where there wasn't anything stuck to yet. The notes varied from some useless things to the completely useless things. One note, stuck randomly amongst the others, read: 'Get a kitten' and was underlined multiple times. iWhy the hell did he need a kitten?/i you thought as you looked at another that read: 'Get a dog', and, although it was underlined only once, made you wonder what his intentions were.
You had just finished all of the sticky notes, which were now piled nicely on top of each other beside you, three police officers walked into the room. You could tell they were here for you because amongst them was that same officer that knocked on your window while you were stuck in traffic. With him was a female officer who looked like she had been working as an officer for years on end and another male officer who had greying hair and a face that was too small for his large head, or it was his head that was too large for his face, kind of hard to tell. They surrounded you as if you were an escape serial killer, the hands poised at their sides, waiting for you to make a move so that they could shoot you. "Is there a problem officer?" You said to the greying man, trying your best to not look at his odd face.
"I was told that you drove away from this police officer," he gestured to the other man, "when he was trying to question you about that unidentified . . . thing . . . that had imprisoned a tan sedan. Witnesses say that you were there when it occurred, if so, then would you care to inform us of what had happened?"
They were suspecting you, or so said that little voice deep within your mind. The thought formed a pit in your stomach and tightened your throat, and your palms began to feel sweaty. You couldn't have possibly done that, right? You began to stammer as you responded the officer, "I was there, but, officer, it would be impossible for me to do that, I'm just an oddjobber for Mr. Stark. I-I really don't see how that could be the fault of me, I was just sitting there and I closed my eyes for a minute to calm myself down, 'cause, y'know, rush hour is irritating right? So I closed my eyes for a minute and when I opened them, the sedan in front of me was gone a-and when I looked up it was suspended in whatever that glob was."
The words flew out of your mouth at high speeds, tumbling over each other, making the officers look at you suspiciously. "Ma'am we only asked what had occurred, not whether or not you did it."
You swore your face was as red as a tomato when you realized this. iNice way to not look guilty,/i you thought sarcastically at yourself as the group of officers huddled around each other, probably discussing your possibility of being guilty, with your luck anyways. The group turned back to you, the lady asking you to stand, as the greying male glared at you suspiciously, "Ma'am we're going to have to ask you to come with us."