An Assassin Never Tells

T W E N T Y

May 9th, 2011

The Stark Expo had ended just as fast as it started, and you could tell that Stark was on edge. About what? Well, not the expo, I could tell you that much. I mean, the man had thousands of adoring fans out in the audience cheering him on, and they likely believed he could do no wrong. The firework show was truly remarkable, and it was nice to see Stark put his energy into something other than weapons tech and being Iron Man, though the suit did make an appearance. The only person more on edge than Tony was Happy. Now, I'd been working with Happy for nearly a year, and I'd seen him stressed but never as stressed as he was that night. It could've been because of the mass amounts of people that he couldn't do a full background check on or the fact that he'd have to repeat the same actions of tonight over and over and over again for the next year.

The only real challenge of the night was escorting Tony out of the area. I thought that there were more people outside than in. There were reporters, regular civilians, children, law enforcement officers, the works. The worst part was that their thoughts were deafening, which, looking back, was probably due to their excitement. Adoring fangirls tried to catch Tony's attention with low-cut, short dresses and their phone numbers, but Happy was there to block them every time. Tony was polite and calm throughout the whole experience, signing posters and merchandise from nearly every person.

When we walked out, finally, a woman was leaning against Tony's car, and you could tell she meant business.

"Look at what we got here," Happy had said, "the new model."

Tony laughed, "Hey, does she come with the car?"

"I certainly hope so," replied Happy, "Hi."

"Boys," I sighed. See, even though I was busy keeping Tony safe, I still had time to see Skye quite a bit. She even moved her van out here in December because New York was "Too cold." We got together officially in late January, and I couldn't've been happier. I hadn't, of course, told anyone yet, but I would next time I saw them.

"Hi," flirted Tony, "and you are?"

"Marshal," the woman said flatly.

"Irish. I like it."

"Pleased to meet you, Tony."

"I'm on the wheel. Do you mind? Where are you from?"

"Bedford."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Yeah? You found me. What are you up to later?"

"Serving subpoenas."

"Yikes," Tony sucks in a breath.

"I'll take that from you, hun," I said, trying not to annoy her any more than I could tell she was.

"He doesn't like to be handed things," explained Happy.

"Yeah, I have a peeve."

"I got it," Marshal stated, clearly done with the conversation, "You are hereby ordered to appear before the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow morning at 9 am."

"Can I see a badge?"

"God, Tony," I sighed, "Can't you just let the poor woman get back to her life?"

"No," he argued, "Can I see a badge?"

"You wanna see a badge," Marshal asked?"

"He likes the badge," Happy confirmed.

Marshal swiftly took out her badge, "You still like it?"

"Yep," Tony turned to Happy, "How far are we from D.C.?"

"D.C.," asked Happy.

"Two-hundred and fifty miles," I stated, "Why?"

"Catch you there, Kid," and with that, Tony Stark drove off.

"Shit," I exclaimed, "Stark! Marshal, I'm truly sorry for Mr. Stark's behavior. Have a great rest of your night!"

Thankfully, I had driven myself to the expo using the Motorcycle Stark got me for my six-month anniversary of working for him. Strange celebration, but what about Stark is normal.

A/N: Hello, my darlings! So I had no motivation to write, and I decided that it would be better to put out a late but semi-decent chapter rather than an on-time and half-ass one. Anywho, I'm reading a wonderful book in my lit class called Anthem, and it's by Ayn Rand. It's a work of art! Back on track, I love yall, and thank you so much for adding this book to your reading lists, voting on it, and just overall reading it! <3 :)