Carry On My Wayward Avenger

Clean Up

Clean up was surprisingly rapid. Stane was taken into SHEILD's custody. Iz was fascinated but couldn't really observe with her eyes closed. She desperately wanted to learn how to fall asleep standing. Iz was leaning against a SHIELD SUV, waiting to be called on again to alter a witness's mind. Iz couldn't think straight and some concern over her ability to do so without damaging memories like a bull in a china shop. Potts was sitting in the driver's seat, watching the agents work. Tony was in the passenger's seat in the same boat as Iz. Desperately wanting to sleep.

Crunching footsteps made Iz shrivel up inside. "Wolfe, press conference tomorrow and another witness. The last, I believe. Over with Agent Sitwell... Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts..."

Iz grumbled about how the last one was the last one. Iz pushed off the vehicle and managed to hold her eyes open to stumble to Sitwell. She dived into the middle aged white woman's mind and bleached a memory of running over Tony. Iz could laugh about that later. "It's done, Sitwell." She turned back around and stumbled back to the SUV. Tony watched her sway over with a faint smile and a comment that didn't come. Iz stopped several feet away wanting sit down, just get off her feet. Maybe that would ease the lightning, zigzagging up and down her thighs or the pins and needles jabbing her feet through her socks. She's been through worse but Tony... Sapphire eyes tracked the billionaire's movements. Not really knowing what to look for in the man after going through something like this.

"You need sleep." Iz told Tony.

"Not the mama... not my mama."

Iz squinted at Tony. "I think you need sleep, you just tried to quote Dinosaur."

"Like you're much better." Clint chimed. He stood next to her, appearing out of a mass of agents and EMTs.

"He beat me by a second." Tony mumbled. "I've been through worse."

"I can stay and continue to help." Iz slurred.

Clint tsked and knocked Iz's feet out from under her. She didn't protest as the marksman dropped her on her butt. She was lying down, finally. The lighting and pins only worsened. Iz closed her eyes to let sleep take her but the sandman didn't come.

"Wolfe."

She groaned.

"She's more likely to scramble a civilian's mind than wipe it, Coulson." Clint said.

"Go and rest." Coulson ordered.

"You'll take Izzy, Stark?" Clint asked. Isabella had left her essentials and a suitcase at Tony's. Damnit. Iz didn't want to discuss anything tonight. She only wanted a warm bed and hot coffee when she woke.

"Yep, I'll take sleeping beauty."

"Thanks." Clint scooped her up and set her in the rear passenger's seat. Iz protested being manhandled. "Le Roux called, they'll be at your's, tomorrow afternoon. Some of the X-men, Cass and Jazz too. So, go rest and get your shit together for her." Clint whispered as he buckled her in. Iz nodded, drowsily. The door clicked shut, flooding the interior in welcomed darkness.

Iz hummed and rested her head against the window. She used to love falling asleep on car rides. "Iz? You awake?" But she was long gone. She had no idea how long she was asleep for but it wasn't enough. The braking of the SUV drew Iz back to the land of the living. Not quite enough to get her moving or opening her eyes. Two car doors opened and shut. A third door opened caused her head to fall off her perch and jarred on her shoulder. Napping didn't give her a newfound wave of energy. Only served to make her even more tired.

"Hm?" Iz said, sleepily. She unbuckled and slid out of the SUV. She turned her head down the driveway and started to walk down it, towards her place. A hand on her hip pulled her back and guided her the other way towards Tony's house. She obeyed without protest for tonight.