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

Chapter 88 The Horses, and Trouble

Tony looked down at her face while she slept, and couldn't hide the large smile on his lips.
They spent most of the last twenty four hours in bed, and while she slept after making love, and their late night conversations, he stayed up, and set up shop in her living room with his work.
He didn't want his nightmares marring the small sense of peace and relaxation she obviously needed, he needed it too.
She seemed so much happier, relaxed now that he was here, and filled her edgy mind with the work he was doing, and how the rest of the hearings for the team went. It didn't matter what he talked about, she just layed there and listened, offering advice, or adding her own two cents, before engulfing his lips with hers, distracting him with the heat and her smell.
She finally showed him the letter her grandmother wrote, and he was shocked at just how sure they both were when it came to her life and the future, but all that talk of the dark, and some kind of supposed power (y/n) held, was a little unnerving.
Lily also mentioned a supposed threat coming, but like her granddaughter, everything was stated in riddles. He didn't know what too believe, or if (y/n) really believed the information herself, but she got what she came for, and that's all that mattered.
But once he read the statement Lily made about love, it forced him to finally look up, and watch (y/n), as she changed her clothes before crawling back into bed. It was crazy, but it spoke to the fear (y/n) always had centered around him. He took in the scars, new and old littering her body, the lush dark hair rippling in waves down her bare shoulders. Her body was always strong, but gifted with beautiful curves, and rounded backside, he'd been gawking at since she started at his company. Her eyes, smile, full lips, and stubborn personality, all of it reeled him in years ago. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and she was finally his. She loved him, said it with passion and strength, regardless her vulnerability, and the time that'd passed them by. He loved her just the same, and it only became more intense the longer they were around each other, which made him eye the letter in his hands with concern, and wonder.
He was never been a believer in anything, except science. No religion, or partial fence sitting, not even his mother's, but he didn't begrudge people who did, and (y/n) grandmother was definitely a believer.
He saw the pictures of Mesoamerican gods adorning the walls, and the large cross near the kitchen, but actually seeing the warnings in the letter, seeing the clear words giving creedence to whatever ability (y/n) had, made him question what he knew and his own vision.
He'd seen some weird shit in the past ten years, but this was taking it one step further, and begged to be investigated. He promised her he'd help her find answers, which she believed could be found in her history, genetic and family information. So that's where they'd start once they arrived back at the tower in the next few days, but it didn't alleviate the small tinge of worry in the back of his mind. This wasn't an everyday occurrence, and the fact that it was happening to (y/n), forced my worry onto his shoulders, not of her, but for her.

He sighed, before finally sliding out of bed, and walked over to her vanity, zeroing in on the pictures taped to the painted wood. Most of them were of a tall, white haired woman, with the same air, strength, and eyes as (y/n). Others were of a handsome couple, both dark haired, and smiling, but he could see the tension in their shoulders as a three year old (y/n) sat in their lap, laughing happily. The last few made his teeth, involuntarily, clench as a teenage (y/n) and a younger Nico, leaned against a dirty four wheel drive, while the other had (y/n) sitting on the asshole's lap, wearing his Letterman's jacket. In each picture, he had the biggest smile on his face, while (y/n) looked bored, and haunted. Her hair was long and dark, and she wasn't as muscular as she is now, but the set of her mouth and eyes, were the same. She was beautiful, even back then, but the shadows in her eyes just reiterated how unhappy she really was.