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

Chapter 126 Arizona

After Steve debriefed me about the drop, and I went over both missions, I sent my recommendations to the board, explaining why we needed to increase our supple count, at least by double, and if we could add a few more doctors, even nurses to our ranks. I supplied my own briefing of the two drops, and added what I didn't mention before.
Once I finished, the three of us, Nat, Wanda, and I, packed our bags and prepared to leave later on the next day. I noticed the jovial energy between Tony and Natasha once they returned from their talk, but didn't ask, and Nat didn't say.
So I spent the evening with Tony, watching him work on some blue prints for and upgrade for Rhodey's suit, while I read another book on Mexican history. He didn't mention Arizona, but his worry showed his eyes, and I reassured him I'd be fine. Besides, I had Natasha and Wanda coming with me, which alleviated alot of my anxiety about the trip.
Natasha had rented a nice hotel room for a couple of days, and already booked us massages. She reminded all of us to pack a bathing suit, and summer clothes, but it was Arizona, it was always hot there.
Tony was so attentive before I left, and I had to force myself to actually get into the car once Happy picked me up, after picking up the girls.
Tony and I made love throughout the night, and he made sure to kiss me goodbye before I left. He also reiterated, once again, he would be in L.A., and if I needed him, to call. Apparently he'd given Natasha the same warning, but I promised I'd call if I needed him there, or found something important.

"Is it always this hot here?" Wanda asked while she pushed some hair off her sticky forehead, and followed Nat and I down the ramp of Tony's plane, "I'm already sweating?" She added, as our rental pulled up.
"Yep, and it'll get worse as the day goes on, it's only nine in the morning," I replied, and pulled my sweater off. I tossed it into the truck, along with our bags, and loaded up.
"I swear you have penis envy, a small car would of sufficed," Natasha mocked and hopped inside the large pickup cab, while Wanda got into the backseat.
"Touche on the penis envy, but the bigger the better, and this is the biggest truck they had, and like it," I replied, and gave her a smile.
"I like it too, it's so roomy," Wanda added, and spread out across the seats.
"See, now what's first. I'm not meeting the professor for a few days?" I asked and pulled out into traffic, if it could be called traffic and headed to Phoenix. The university was in Tempe, but the upscale hotel Natasha wanted was about thirty minutes away in downtown Phoenix.
"Well first we're gonna get you a real bathing suit, you're not wearing shorts, and then we're gonna get into said bathing suits, hang by the pool and drink," Natasha decreed, and raised her eyebrow.
"They're board shorts, and I'm not wearing a bikini, at least not like the one you packed, you're taking this free drinks thing a little far," I scoffed, and burst out laughing once Wanda snorted, "did you bring your fake ID?"
"I did, Natasha made sure it was the first thing I packed," Wanda giggled, obviously excited about getting our little vacation started, "and a dip in a pool sounds great."
"Then that's what we'll do," I murmured, as Natasha took out her phone, and opened her camera feature. We stopped at a red light and Natasha fluffed up her hair.
"Say cheese," she shrieked, and snapped a picture of the three of us, smiling, "oh that's a good one, I'm sending it to the guys."

Two Hours Later

"Remind me again, how I let you talk me into wearing this?" I grumbled, and wrapped a towel around my waist. The dark red bathing suit wasn't as risque and Natasha's, but then again my boobs and ass were a little bigger than hers. Oh it fit my body perfectly, but it left most of my scars on display for the world too see, and usually I didn't worry about my scars, nor my tattoos, but a few of them were more noticeable, and my bullet wounds from Libya were still healing.
"Stop whining, your pasty ass needs a tan, and you can't get one when you're wearing shorts and a tank top," Red scoffed, and opened up the mini fridge, "and here's a few drinks to get this party started, just beer for you though," she snickered and handed a light beer to Wanda, "here's to a fabulous weekend!"
"Are you drunk already?" I jested, and raised the small bottle of tequilla she gave me.
"Nope, just ready to relax for a few days, no boys, no work, just all play, I mean, when was the last time we went and did something together?" She asked, and downed her vodka.
"Good point, well let's do this then," I sighed and tossed back the small bottle of tequilla, and coughed, "jesus, hopefully the bar out on the patio has some better tequilla."
"Let's go find out," Wanda surmised, and grabbed her small book bag and a towel.
"And let's see who gets hit on the most," Natasha giggled, and quickly dragged me out the door.