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

Chapter 9 Stane

"Hey that suit does come off right?" I asked worriedly, and walked into the lab, as Tony's machines tried to pull his suit off, while I assessed him for damages. I set his food down, along with his scotch and moved closer to the tech podium. The same charge shifted between us, while I watched him, and cleared my throat as a rush of warmth, and contentment spread through my body, "because we gave Malibu Fire Department their Jaws Of Life thingy back."

"Oh haha," he grunted, "c'mon JARVIS, I designed this thing to come off."
I blantantly stared while Tony struggled to pull his suit off, wondering if we were going to talk about our moment, or if I should I say something, but more worried about the new bruises on his arms.

Tony looked over his shoulder, and smirked once he caught me staring, "keep staring at me like that baby girl, and when this comes off....what happened to what you were wearing when I left?" He asked.

"Really, Mr. Wayne?" I snickered, clearing my throat, "you just destroyed a bunch of terrorists, breaking over a dozen international laws, and you're asking about my clothes?" I paused, unable to keep my laughter at bay, "anyways I ordered Chinese and pizza, your scotch is by your work station and the ice packs, I brought you three, are in the cold storage unit," I added, whipping around and looking at the schematics for his MARK II again, "plus, I made a few changes to your schematics, I added a few more flares to each leg, uploaded every single thing the marines taught me about flying. I mean, seriously Tony, look them over some time," I sighed, and eyed the deep dents, from the plane's guns, on his suit, "did the bullets hurt once they hit the suit?"

"Yep, I'm probably gonna be feeling it tomorrow," he retorted, groaning again, while his machines continued to struggle with his suit.
"Can we somehow reinforce the alloy with kevlar, or make it more dense now that you know bullets can still cause some damage, I know your body suit's bullet proof, but the extra protection may help," I commented, as the hair on my arms and neck tingled once he focused his eyes on me.
"You sound worried," he chuckled, sending me a wink.
"Of course I'm worried, what if you get hit by something more powerful than AMRAAM missiles or the two GBU-32 munitions Tony," I scoffed, and brought up the missiles and guns on screen, as his eyebrows raised in surprise, "fighter pilot, remember?"
"Yah, I remember, you just don't talk about it often, which makes it easy for me to forget," he shrugged, and took a deep breath, "but you're probably right, first real test run, means working on kinks and making this better..and I kinda like the idea of you helping me..."
"Really? I mean, thank you, I kinda do too," I stammered, as a heated blush warmed my cheeks. It was now or never, "Tony.. I really need to tell you something here... I.." I started only to hear the door open.

"What're you two doing?!" Pepper's voice shrieked from the door of the lab.
My head snapped up and I immediately looked between both of them. Pepper's face was red, and her regular business attire was wrinkled, and forced me to look at the time. A full twelve hours had passed since Tony and I started this whole thing, and I was at a loss for words, or even an explanation.

"Let's face it, this isn't the worst position you've caught me in," Tony lamented, and looked at her incredulously.
I rolled my eyes as Pepper moved closer, "what happened to your neck!? And are those bullet holes?" She gasped again, as the suit stood behind him.
"Oh shit," I whispered finally, meeting her eyes, and snapping my mouth closed.
"You knew about this?" She asked, "are you both insane?"
I sighed, "uh, well yah, I knew what Tony was working on, but not what it was for until today. I'm Dick Grayson, or maybe Catwoman," I exclaimed, and tried lightening the mood, "yah, I'd rather be Catwoman, except for the tight leather, but I definitely want the whip."
Tony snorted, and walked to his work station.
"Do you two think this is a game?" She cautioned, stepping up to Tony's work station. She grabbed a remote and turned on the TV. It took seconds before pictures and video of the Iron Man suit were plastered on every channel, "how could you let him do something like this, encourage him to do something this dangerous?" She asked turning her angry gaze on me.