I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter One: The Award

"Where's Tony?" Obidiah Stane asked, nudging my arm, while he looked me up and down, and gave me one of his leering, creepy ass smiles.

'Creep.' I thought, letting my dark eyes roll and a small shrug shake my shoulders.
'Tony's probably in the bathroom, or in one of the many hotel rooms with a model,' I remedied to myself, and leaned back in my seat, as I begrudgingly looked around the large ceremony room and sighed with agitation.

Uncomfortable, is the only word I would of used for the situation I was in at that moment.
One, I was sitting at an awards ceremony, waiting on Tony, who was supposed to be here to get said award, from our friend Colonel James Rhodes. Two, I was in a fucking backless dress, which when you have a tattoo of mechanical black wings, doesn't bode well with these type of people, and three, I was surrounded on all sides by higher class citizens, who were definitely above my pay grade, and had no problem letting me know that, especially when it came to these events.
Most were surprised when I had to restate I worked for Tony, and Pepper, as they eyed my marked skin, dyed hair, and sometimes harsher attitude. Usually I didn't care, but being I was the only one actually forced to come to this, and Tony wasn't even here, well, pissed me off.

"You look wonderful by the way, I've always liked looking at these, never realized I liked tattoos on a woman, especially these wings," Obidiah whispered in my ear, making me slightly shrink away from his bourbon smelling breath and his pervy grey eyes. His polished hand lightly passed over the wings which had graced my back and shoulders since the day my grandmother died.
"Tony really doesn't know how lucky he is to have women like you and Pepper helping him, especially someone like you," Stane added lewdly.
I gave him a forced smile, and hoped Obidiah didn't breath on me again, or touch me.

Since the very beginning Stane and I never got along, regardless how hard he tried to get close to me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I didn't trust him, and something about his presence made me uneasy, which only increased as the years flew by.

"And this year the Apogee award goes to, my friend, and colleague, Mr. Tony Stark," Rhodes decreed happily from the ornate stage, and looked towards our table, "Tony?"

Both Obidiah and I shook our heads no, causing James to roll his eyes.

"I better go up there and get it for him," Stane uttered, patting my hand as he stood up and headed towards the stage.
James eyes met mine and I shrugged my shoulders again, knowing I meant I had no idea where Tony was.
Obidiah's voice grated against my nerves, but he accepted the award on behalf of Tony and began talking about his business partner and longtime friend, but I groaned at the fawning moment, and grabbed my phone. I brought up Pep's name and began texting her, pissed that I had to fly out here for nothing.

"I hate you like the day is long," I texted her, "Tony's not even here Potts, and I'm sitting here in a goddamn dress, ready to punch someone."
She text back almost immediately, "Where's Tony, he promised he'd be there!"
"Pff, yah like he promised he'd be on his best behaviour while we were at the White House dinner, or like when he promised he'd let us have Christmas Day off, when instead, we get a call from Malibu P.D. telling us to come get our boss and to bring some clothes cause he was buttass naked, like those kind of promises, you wench, it should be you here, you know I hate wearing this stuff. I think the old lady next to me had a heart attack when I sat down, and she saw my tats and hair."
"Lol, it can't be that bad (y/n)," she text back, slipping a happy face in there.
"Really?" I stated, hoping she could hear the disdain dripping from the text.
"Is James upset?" She asked.