Starks Pheonix {2}

Thirty-Three

Izzy held the case in one hand, while her other arm was around Tony's back, as they walked back to her apartment. People were looking, taking photos and stopping them to ask questions, but Tony brushed them all off politely.

'You're completely insane for doing that. What if I didn't make it?..'.. Izzy shook her head.

'I trust you Iz, more than anyone or anything..'.. He looked down at her, his arm across her back, his hand in the pocket of her shorts... 'I wasn't scared..'

'Bullshit..'.. She rolled her eyes... 'I know you too well Stark, you were shitting a brick..'

Tony laughed, grinning across at her... 'I've missed you..'

'I missed you too..'... They turn onto her street, and she sighed... 'What do we do now?..'

'Cap said you knew what we were doing. We don't have to do that, but I'd like to have you home with us Iz. I need you home with me..'.. He stopped, turning her to face him... 'I know it's going to take some time to get through what's happened, but we're a team right?..'.. He held her waist.

Izzy smiled up at him, nodding... 'Partners. Tony and Izzy..'

'Ironman and Pheonix..'.. He leaned in, kissing her softly... 'You like the suit though?..'

Izzy chuckled, shaking her head, and slipping her hand in his... 'Its perfect. I didn't know you were doing that. I didn't see it when I was watching you at the compound..'

'Creepy stalker..'.. Tony gently squeezed her hand, teasing her... 'I did it away from the tower. I'll show you the place soon..'

They walk up the steps of her building and head inside, making their way to her apartment. Izzy opens the door, her eyes widening, before she slammed it shut... 'As if I don't need enough trauma..'.. She shook her head, and then knocked on the door... 'You got thirty seconds to get dressed, and then get that table out of there!..'

Tony quickly caught on, and sniggered seeing the look on Izzys face... 'Who was on top?..'.. She gagged and shook her head.

'Don't, just don't..'... The door opened and her dad was flushed beetroot red not looking at her, and her pops was smirking as he filled a glass with water to drink. She was thankful they were both dressed... 'Get it out of here..'.. She snapped her fingers to the table... 'I ate my food there. You two got a bedroom, for fuck sake..'

Both men say nothing, as the pick up the table, and begin to get it out the door... 'Hang on...'... She calls to them, putting the case down on her couch, and folding her arms... 'I want to know, is there any other furniture that needs to be thrown out, because you two can't keep it in the bedroom?..'

The guilty faces from them both told her yes... 'I'm going to pack my shit. I want all furniture you two fucked on, out of here, and then pack your shit. We're going home..'

'Wait, what?..'.. Steve looks between her and Tony, seeing her cuddle into his side and he smiled... 'You two are ok?..'

'I got a lot of grovelling to do, but we're ok..'.. Tony kisses her head... 'But you two might not want to hang around with that..'.. Tony gestured to the table, reminding them of what they were caught doing. The two soldiers hastily escape with it, leaving the other two sniggering.