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

Chapter 10 Tony!

"What the fuck do you mean Tony's not answering?" I quipped at a young agent, and pushed down the dread and worry still sitting in my stomach.
We'd been in Agent Coulson's office for almost an hour, going over all the information on the flashdrive, and Tony's recent flight to Gulmira, but I was swaying with spent adrenaline, and the influx of information Coulson gave us.
He showed us files on the organization thought to have kidnapped Tony, aptly called the Ten Rings, and their past exploits, but I was more worried about Stane, who was still running free, as Coulson prepared his team to go in.
"Pep have you tried calling, I must of left my phone at work," I added quickly, and began to pace around the small conference room of some nondescript building in downtown L.A.
"Yes, even JARVIS isn't answering," she answered. The worry in her voice gave me goosebumps, and I looked around for some keys and a weapon.

"Here (Y/n)," Coulson interrupted, handing me a button up men's shirt, "there's blood all over your sweater."

"Uh, thanks," I replied, yanking my sweater over my head, not caring I was just in my black sports bra. A small smile crossed my busted lip when Coulson turned his head away, like a gentleman, "I need to get a hold of James, Pep give me your phone, I also need some car keys and a gun, Agent Coulson," I exclaimed, and raised my eyebrow at Pepper's small gasp.
"This is all insane," Pep remarked, but handed me her phone, as Coulson unholstered his gun, and placed it on the table between us, "you're not going to allow her to do anything rash are you Agent Coulson?" She added, and waited for an answer.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say, allow me?" I cautioned, as I quickly dialed James's phone number, relaxing a bit when he answered, "Jamie, I have you on speaker phone, I'm with Agent Coulson of SHIELD," I paused, looking at Coulson, "really, you guys can't just use SHIELD, instead of all those other bullshit words? Last line of defense my ass," I scoffed, and rolled my eyes at the smirk on Coulson's face, "uh anyways, Jamie, Obidiah's responsible for the double dealing and hired a terrorist organization called the Ten Rings to kidnap Tony," I added quickly, slipping on the large button up shirt, "Obidiah's been the one behind all of this."

"What? Who the hell's Coulson?" Rhodes asked, "what the hell do you mean, that's not possible (y/n), what's goin..."

"Rhodes listen to me, I can't get a hold of Tony, can you meet me in Malibu?" I stated, not even bothering to button the shirt all the way.
"Slow down, explain.." James argued, but we didn't have time for this.
"Goddammit will you just listen to me for once! Tony's not answering the phone and neither is JARVIS, get to Malibu now. I'll meet you there asap. James hurry, if Obidiah.. just get there..." I snapped, hanging up the phone and turning towards Coulson, "I need that car, I'll get Tony, while Pep takes you to Stark Industries. Get Obidiah out of there, he's finished, and you'll get more points from me if you accidentally shoot that fucken bastard," I ordered, and waited mere seconds, for an answer.
My need to take over the situation was uncalled for, but I didn't know the men waiting behind me, nor Coulson, and had no problem filling Stane full of bullet holes, after I checked on Tony. My need to get to him was overwhelming, and the longer I waited the worse it became.
"Understood," Coulson finally answered, and tossed me some keys, "do you need some help locating Stark?"
"No, believe it or not, this is one of the few things I'm actually good at," I shrugged, "if Stane's there, then I won't have you or Pep stopping me from killing him, but thanks, and Pepper be careful, get them there, and leave, do you understand?" I cautioned, looking down at the keys in my hand, "one of us should of stayed with him, if something..."
I started, but looked between Coulson and Pepper.
"(Y/n) wait?" She called out, and followed me to the door, "you're not a marine anymore...this needs to stop.." She demanded, stopping me at the door.
"I'm gonna say this one more fucken time, but I asked you to trust my instincts, to trust me," I argued, and looked back over my shoulder at her, "I see and feel things differently than you do, it's what helped me become a pilot, and told me from the beginning that Stane was a fuckrag, and neither of you listened, so I really need you to trust me, okay..? Because believe it or not Pep, when it comes to the shit we're in right now, it's best if you let me do my thing," I confessed, and hurried to the garage parked with cars.
"The car's parked right in front, call as soon as you have Stark in your possession, and have you fired a weapon since you left the marines?" Coulson asked, and followed me outside, "I'm not gonna stop you though, I don't want to get shot," he added as he opened the door to a black sedan parked at the curb.