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

Chapter 123 Going Home

It'd almost been a week, since (y/n) left the facility, and a few days since her one text, telling him she was alright, and that she loved him, but he could feel her absence with almost every breath he took, and everything he did. He kept himself busy, answering questions about the fight in Libya, handling the PR campaign for the small fallout, and releasing a statement. Reporters asked for (y/n), and demanded to hear her side, but Pep luckily stepped in, and took over for him after a few days. His irritation was reaching a dangerous limit and he was exhausted beyond reproach, but he couldn't sleep, nor sit down long enough to relax.
Her absence forced his mind to think the worst, since she still refused to answer anyone's texts or phone calls, not even Natasha's. Rhodes let all of them know she was fine, holed up with his mom, while she rested, and forced to eat three square meals a day, since Mama R said (y/n) was getting to skinny, but other than that, there was no other information about how she was doing, or when she was coming home, if she was coming home.
He missed her something fierce, and he tossed out his pride, as he left messages telling her just that, but after a week, and one text, he was losing hope and losing his mind.
He dove back into his work, upgrading his suits, pulled a part (y/n) whips and put them back together, he even began designing the glasses his project would need, in order to project the picture from the mind, and hippocampus. Keeping himself busy would stop the wondering and worry. It gave him some peace, from the chaos of their fight. It seemed so stupid now, because she did stop the caravan from causing more harm, and those civilians were grateful. In fact, some of the children and mother's gave him some small trinkets to give to (y/n) for her kindness and protection. He tried to assure them it was just their jobs, and they didn't need to thank them, but most of them insisted he give them to her. He ended up leaving Libya with small pictures, letters, and a few necklaces meant just for (y/n).
Just like she did to him years ago, she left her mark on everyone she came in contact with, and he couldn't be more proud of her. This was their first big drop off since Sokovia, and it had gone beautifully, and without a hitch, except for their skirmish, but even then they still achieved what they were supposed too, and the team was coming home.
Some of the members from the U.N. council even sent their praise. Amabassador Ogwu seemed impressed and asked to speak to (y/n), personally, about the mission, but he uncomfortably let her know she had taken a short leave.
So many people wanted a piece of his girlfriend, but he just wanted her home, and hopefully fix whatever he needed too.
"Boss, I thought I'd let you know, (y/n) has begun her drive home," FRIDAY interrupted as he worked on a new weld, "she should be home sometime this evening."
His relief was immediate, and his heart hammered in his chest, "when she gets closer, let me know where she's headed, here or the facility."
"Of course boss, and I suggest a nice dinner, and some flowers, which I've already ordered for you," she continued, "just let me know when you're ready and I'll have them delivered this evening."
"Jumping the gun a little aren't you," he snickered, and wiped his tired face. He needed a shower, and a shave, and promised himself he would take some time to do just that, but he was too tired to do it right now.
"No, after such a long drive she'll probably be starving, and who doesn't like flowers?" FRIDAY replied.
"Whatever you say Friday, just keep me up to date," he scoffed, and dove back into his suit.