Immortal Bartender - Stucky x Oc Soulmate AU

Chapter 63 - About Time

"Welcome back Miss Jones." The crisp Scottish accent is the first thing that cuts through my stunned state.

"Friday?" my voice is slurred barely louder than a whisper. My mouth felt like a desert in a long drought. I was trapped in a glass cage Tony had designed as a rage room for the Hulk. Fuck!

"Yes Miss Jones?"

"How's Wanda?"

"Miss Maximoff is currently in the med bay she has yet to regain consciousness but she is stable."

There was a long pregnant pause that left the question hanging in the air.

"Boss has found the file."

It's only a matter of time now. The file was planted by Catherine to use SHIELD and the Avengers to drive me out into the light so Victor could find me. I glanced over it briefly after Tony had mentioned it back at the beginning of all this crap. The truth was I had led a team to assassinate some very bad people who were basically untouchable. We were completely off books only a few people knew of our existence. Peggy Carter worked to identify targets and send them to me then me and my team took care of the rest.

Fucking Howard Stark had kept a list of the team members allowing Catherine to find Katy. She was the only member of the old team left. And now she is dead because of fucking Howard. I'd kill him if he wasn't dead already.

"Boss incoming Miss Jones."

It was the only warning I got as the doors hissed open and Tony Stark walked in. Slipping into the old persona was almost too easy; the mask of indifference fit snuggly back into place. This Tony wasn't my Tony, this cold faced man who stood there staring at me through the glass wasn't the same as the child I watched grow up. This wasn't even the drunken playboy who told me to go fuck myself after his mom was killed. This Tony didn't smile, this Tony was the Tony that never met me. To him I was a stranger who had invaded the safety of his tower and attacked his family. I was the enemy.

Neither of us spoke, just stared at each other. I shuffled back on my ass till I hit the far side of the chamber pulling my knees up to lazily rest my arms on it. The doctor's uniform was pointless now the back was burned through from Tony's blasters leaving my bare back pressed against the cold glass.

"I plan on writing a scathing review on the way of the Avengers treatment." Tony didn't even twitch at the joke, just continued his technical scan of me.

"Who are you? Better yet how the hell did you get into my tower?" His tone was heavily laced with sarcasm and the nonchalant smile plastered across his face. He'd always been good at hiding how he truly felt but I was better. I knew Tony like I knew the ins and outs of my beautiful rifle. Every twitch, every reaction was like a blaring neon sign. He was nervous, the tower had been infiltrated and he didn't know how.

I scoffed dramatically rolling my eyes, a snicker pulled at the corner of my mouth "Just a concerned passerby. Captain America's coma was all over the news. I simply wanted to check on his recovery not get blasted in the back with your repulsor. Ouchy by the way."

Tony's eyes narrowed. I could almost see the gears turning. "You're not what I'd expect from a homicidal immortal."

I faked a gasp, clutching my chest masking the sting of pain that stabbed my chest at the insult. "I don't know what you could possibly be referring to darling."

Tony pulled his phone from his slack projecting a hologram into the air, an all too familiar face stared back at me making my heart sink. Fuck! I smiled into the camera, my arm looped with Claire's, she was laughing, her hand entangled with Ethan's as he grinned into the camera. Claire and I both wore short loose dresses for the flapper era. Ethan looked handsome in his crisp suit. Claire had insisted that we all dress up that night so we could go out to celebrate Ethan and her engagement. A year later they were both dead.

A low growl slipped from my lips "Where did you get that?" That picture was not part of SHIELD's file. I never was able to find it after that night, the speakeasy had been raided by the cops and everyone had scattered and the photo was lost. That was one of only three pictures taken of all of us back then how the actual fuck did Tony find it.

"This picture was recently donated to the Smithsonian with a couple other pictures from the 1920's. This woman seems to share a striking resemblance to someone on SHIELD's most wanted who also seems to look very much like a certain..." Tony's voice was drowned out by the roaring in my head. I could see his mouth moving but everything seemed so distant. Where had it all gone so wrong. "...SHIELD will be here in the morning to collect you."

"Tony..." I tried to call after him but I couldn't manage more than a whisper as Tony turned and left, leaving me alone sitting in the silence staring at my own reflection in the glass.

"What would you like to do now Miss Jones?"

"Get me out of here Friday."

"About time Miss Jones."

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