Iron Woman - (Fem Iron man X Pepper)

Chapter 37 - AIM

I stare down at the file as I drive, I throw it down in frustration. "Happy, Happy, Happy-" I look down to see three letters: MIA. I flip the paper to see: AIM. I sigh and type in Rhodeys number.

"Hello?"

"You ever have a chick straddling you and you look up and suddenly she's glowing from the inside out, kind of a bright orange?" I ask.

"Yeah, I've had that. Who is this?"

"It's me, pal. Now, last time I went missing, if I remember correctly, you came looking for me. What are you doing?" I ask.

"A little knock-and-talk, making friends in Pakistan. What are you doing?"

"Your redesign, your big rebrand, that was AIM, right?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna find a heavy-duty comm sat right now, I need your login." I throw the paper.

"It's the same as it's always been, WarMachine68."

"And password, please." I say.

"Well, look, I gotta change it every time you hack in, Y/N."

"It's not the '80s, nobody says hack anymore. Give me your login." I sigh.

"WAR MACHINE ROX" with an X, all caps."

"That is so much better than lron Patriot." I laugh and hang up, turning back to a pageant with news vans.

I put on a hat and pretend to blend in with the crew, finding a van and sneaking inside. I hook up some wires and type into the laptop, seeing the levels were low. "That ain't gonna cut it."

"We talked about this. Excuse me, ma'am. I don't know who..."I turn to see a cameraman.

"Shh." I shush him.

"Mom, I need to call you back. Something magical is happening." He ends his call. "Y/N Stark is in my van."

"Shh. Keep it down." I try to shush him.

"Y/N Stark is in my van!"

"No, she's not." I shake my head.

"I knew you were still alive!"

"Come on in. Close the door." I whisper. The cameraman gets in the van and closes the door. "Shh..."

"Oh, wow. Can I just say, ma'am..."

"Yep." I nod.

"I am your biggest fan."

"Okay. First, is this your van? Is anyone else gonna come in?" I ask.

"No, no, no. Just us."

"Great. What's your name?" I ask him.

"Gary"

"Gary?" I stand and shake his hand.

"Oh, wow."

"Right there is fine." I nod.

"Okay."

"Okay? I get a lot of this, it's okay." I smile.

"Oh, good. Can I just say?"

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Yeah. I don't know if you can tell, but I have, like, patterned my whole look after you. My shirt isn't right...I made-"

"It's fine." I nod, looking him up and down to see he's wearing something similar to what I always wear. Except for black leggings or jeans he's wearing black pants...but he's wearing converse like me....weird.