Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 13 of Iron Maiden. I want to thank those who have left reviews for this story. It truly does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I hope that with future chapters of this story that you'll continue to enjoy them. I can't wait to show you guys what happens next in this story. Without further ado Chapter 13. ENJOY!

Chapter 13

Abigail came into the workshop with her hair piled up onto the top of her head wearing her night clothes with a robe over top covering her nightgown. She bit her lip softly when she noticed Tony was wearing a Mark III gauntlet, wired to his RT chest-piece, turning a screwdriver to adjust the power. "Tony… it's late." She said softly seeing that he was still dressed in the same dirty clothes that she had left him in prior.

Tony looked up at his sister as there was noise coming from the television behind them. He didn't quite want to go to bed just yet. He wanted to listen in on what was going on and so far, he didn't like what he was hearing that was happening with his weapons.

"The ten mile drive to the outskirts of Gulmira can only be described as a descent into Hell,

into a modern-day Heart of Darkness. Simple farmers and herders, from peaceful villages,

driven from their homes at the butt of Western rifles and the turrets of modern tanks. Displaced from their lands by Warlords and insurgent groups emboldened by their newfound power - a power fueled by high-tech weapons easily purchased with Poppy money on the black market - and further destabilizing a fragile region which for decades has been a tinderbox of tribal feuding and ethnic hatred -"

Tony aimed the gauntlet at some light fixtures and gave them a blast. They sparked and fell from the ceiling.

Abigail jumped back gasping. "TONY!" Her hand to her chest in shock. She hadn't expected him to be such an idiot and do that when she was right there.

"The villagers have taken shelter in whatever crude dwellings they can find - in the ruins of other razed villages, in the cold barren scrublands, or in the remnants of an old Soviet smelting plant. Our translator relayed to us one human tragedy after another. A seven year old boy, thin as a scarecrow, clutching yellowed photographs and holding them out to anyone who would stop, with a child's simple question: where are my mother and father? A woman, begging for news of her husband, who'd been kidnapped by insurgents - either forced to join their militia, or to be shot without reason."

Tony adjusted the gauntlets again, raising the power level. He then blasted a window in the lab, shattering the glass and knocking a painting off the wall.

"With no political will or international pressure, there is little hope for these newly-formed

refugees. Refugees who can only wonder one thing: is the world watching?"

With one final adjustment, he fired another blast wiping out the plasma tv.

Abigail let out a breath. "Do you feel better now?" She questioned crossing her arms looking at him with a sour look on her face.

Tony looked at his sister and saw that Abigail's feet were bare. "Sorry."

Abigail pointed around to the mess he had made. "I'm not cleaning this up." She said as she moved to leave the workshop irritated that her brother blasted the television and that she was dressed in her night clothes meaning that he should've been in bed hours ago, and he kept on working while she went to go and get some much needed sleep since she had helped him for hours with working on the Mark III.

"Abigail I really am sorry." Tony called out to his sister knowing that she was very upset with the whole thing of almost being hurt.

Pepper entered the room and looked at the destruction that Tony had caused. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Get my house in Dubai ready. I want to throw a party." Tony said not looking at her.

Pepper was rather flustered by his abrupt tone. "Yes. Mr. Stark." She said as she left the room.

Abigail let out a breath. "You know if she liked you… you just pretty much ruined it." She said as she turned on her heels and walked out being very careful of not stepping on anything. She pulled out her phone as she walked.

"This is Agent Coulson." Phil answered automatically after the second ring.

"Hey Coulson, it's Abigail… I was wondering if you needed me back." Abigail said softly as she crossed her arm around her middle as she walked up the stairs quickly as her bare feet would allow her.

"We always want you back, Agent Stark. I take it things aren't going well with your brother?"

"You got that right." She said as she walked towards her room. "I will be there soon." She hung up her phone letting out a soft breath. She closed her eyes and took a breath and walked towards her room. She could only hope that Tony wouldn't hate her with what she was about to do. She knew that Tony had a problem with authority figures and this was no different. He wouldn't like it if he had to report to her, but she needed to do something instead of sitting around on her butt waiting for something bad to happen.

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This is the end of Chapter 13. I hope that you guys enjoyed it. The next chapter I'm kind of excited to show you guys what is going to happen. It's going to be a flashback chapter which I'm truly excited about. I know that you guys are probably wondering how she became a shield agent and what this title will be all about. I promise that the title name will make sense soon enough. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I am still very much debating on who I'm going to pair Abigail off with in this story. Reviews help me keep going with this story. I hopefully will update soon enough with a brand new chapter. Until next time.