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

Chapter 109 Lazy, My Interview, and Jealously

After a lazy Saturday morning, the weekend passed us by in a flash, once Tony and I headed to the lab and started working together. Tony fiddled with his suits and constant upgrades, while I filtered through more information about my ancestors and homeland. I pulled out my grandmother's letter and all the pictures she wrote on, and spread them over my workstation.
By Sunday we were both still working, and I had gone through tons of data, but hadn't found anything of importance. I was starting to lose my patience, but it was actually kind of nice, just being in the same room, working, alongside Tony.
It was peaceful, and time went by so fast, that if it wasn't for FRIDAY, we would have forgotten to eat. I was actually beginning to understand why Tony spent so much time down here, and easily lost track of time.
Of course, once my eyes started to strain, or my back began to hurt, I would tiptoe behind him and brush a hand over his back, or kiss his neck. A few times he didn't even notice, but by Saturday night, we spent a few hours on his couch, surrounded by our clothes and the noises we made.
I was so content to come the realization that this, working side by side, would probably become a norm for us. Tony didn't seem to mind having me in his lab, doing my own work, nor did he complain when I would take a break and bother him, regardless what he was doing. It was as if we had started our future down there, and I couldn't be more happier than I was in that moment, even though I still hadn't found anything of importance.

Sunday Evening

I sighed, and turned back to my workstation, not really wanting to dive back in. Tony had just left to run a markup on his plane and suit apparatus he'd installed, and while he invited me to tag along, I was more or less glued to the screens covered in history. I felt like I was back at San Diego State, in class, but it needed to be done, if I wanted to figure out what my grandmother meant, or why the mindstone didn't seem to have an effect on me. 
I popped my aching neck and eyed my phone, along with the dozens of playlists I'd already listened to these last few days. There was only one left I hadn't played. It was labeled only with Tony's name, and the songs reflected our relationship after Stane. It had a few rock songs, ones he listened to quite often, but the rest were somber, and a little depressing. They definitely didn't reflect what was going on now, but I slipped my ear buds back in and pressed play, losing myself in the music as I continued to read, and dissect all the information.

Tony smiled while he walked back into the lab, two hours later, a little sore from the suit test on his plane. It still needed some work, and took longer for the suit to attach to his body, than expected, but it worked, it just needed a few more kinks worked out.
She didn't even notice he was perched at his desk, just watching her as she sang and swayed with the music she was listening too. It took him a few minutes to realize the song she was singing was sad and a little depressing for a Sunday, but some of the music she sang resonated over his skin. It took him awhile to remember why they sounded familiar. They came from his playlist, the one she had on her old phone, before she left for SHIELD.
He wondered why she was listening to it. Was she angry, sad, or upset? She seemed fine earlier before he left to the airport, but hearing her, made him wonder. He had to admit, he liked hearing her sing and humming to herself, it reminded him of the late nights in his lab. She had a beautiful voice, which also had the power to break through his nightmares, but he worried, nonetheless.

"Honey, load up your questions and pick up your sticks and your stones.
And pretend I'm a shelter for heartaches that don't have a home.
Choose the words, that cut like a razor, and all that I'll say..
Fire away, take your best shot, show me what you got, honey I'm not afraid.
Rear back take aim, and fire away."