Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 35: Damn Assassins

Chapter 35: Damn Assassins

            "Sir, it appears Ms. Leiton is-"

            "Mute." I just barely catch tony cutting Jarvis off as I step out of the elevator. It looks as though Tony was examining his chest, holding his shirt up in his mouth.

            "Am I interrupting something?" I say, trying not to ogle too much at everything going on in Tony's workshop.

            "No just thought you'd be longer." Tony says spinning in his chair and standing walking around his desk.

            "So does anyone who goes through that elevator just have instant access to all this?" I gesture to everything and the entire room in general.

            "No everybody has their own code. I just told Jarvis to let you down." Tony says walking up to me. He looks disconcerting... it's unnerving... Him without his signature smirk or curious/thinking face.

            "Are you okay?" I ask with a furrow of my brow.

            "Why wouldn't I be?"

            "Well, last time I checked, guys just don't examine their chest with a negative expression, unless their unhappy with what they see. And I'm gonna guess that everything going on under there has to be pretty gosh darn great in order to uphold the reputation you have."

            "Why do you assassins have to analyze everything?" Tony questions walking away from me and back to his desk. I follow and sit down on one of the chairs next to him.

            "Because it is permanently seared into our brains, or at least mine, but," I say hastily and then patting his leg. "What's going on?" He sighs and spins a 360 in his chair before facing me again.

            "I'm very seldom nostalgic." Is his simple answer. I catch on that he was looking at where the arc reactor used to be I imagine there's a scar and that he reminisces about the events that led up to the need and removal of it. I tip my head back in thought as Tony waits for my response. I never thought of Tony to be the old photo album type guy, but it's not hard to see that he's created some good memories with everyone upstairs, and none of them would exist without that circle of light. Plus, the world knows tony Stark has lived a hell of a life. Coming to a conclusion I look back at Tony, his hands rubbing together as he swivels in his chair, arms resting on his knees.

            "And you never expected a family, let alone like the people you go upstairs." I say. Tony nods in... not agreement, but more like I articulated what was caught in his throat; an understanding. After a few seconds of silence, with both of our heads down, not looking at each other, I decide to take a chance. "Can I see it?" Tony looks up at me, with his big, brown eyes and stands. At first, I think he's going to walk away from me, but rather, he walks towards. He holds out his hand for me to take which I do.

We stand and he play s with my hand for a moment before saying, "This never leaves this room." I can't believe he's actually going to show me. "Don't ruin the moment, Frenchy." I sigh, looking down at our still hands. Really brain, you just couldn't keep your mouth shut could you?

 "This never leaves this room." I confirm while looking back up at Tony as he drops my hand. My eyes don't leave his until he's fully pulled his shirt up, revealing about an 11 centimeter, skin stretched, and white scar. At first I just look at it. It's refreshing to see someone else's scar, compared to my many. The stories this beauty must hold. What the hell am I thinking? I know the stories behind this, all of this. I realize my face has wrinkled in thought as I stare at the scar and Tony looks down at me. "Do..." I hesitate, not knowing if I can ask this. Might as well go for it, I've come this far. "Do you think, one day, you could tell me about it?" I look up at Tony. "About you?"