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

Chapter 128 Dealing with Answers

Natasha and Wanda were waiting outside of the hotel as we pulled up. Red didn't waste anytime opening my door and enveloping me in a hug, while Wanda met my eyes in understanding. My eyes welled up, and I sank into Natasha and held her as tightly as I could.
She was right there with me through all of it, through my discovery, the tests, and the questions. Red knew just as much as Tony, if not more, since she stayed next me the three months Tony was out, although my dreadful melancholy effected her.

"I told you I should of went with you," she whispered, and layed her forehead down on mine, "I got FRIDAY'S message, and Vision's already working on it, but nothing in those damn file's gonna change anything, we may have to get you a cape, but other than that.."
I nodded my head and stepped back. It wasn't just the fear of accepting this could all be true, but also what would happen next, and strangely if the council found out. I wouldn't be subjected to the alarming amounts of tests and medical or otherwise, Wanda and Vis were asked to participate in. I'd actually made my anger well known to the council about how they were handling Wanda, who was still just a teenager. She wasn't an adult, but a ward with no visa, which Ross constantly reiterated. I felt like such a hypocrite, but I wouldn't go down that road.
My mind was jumbled, going off on different tangents.
"And what about the council?" I asked blantantly, and looked up at Tony, "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let them poke and prod me, not when some of the smartest people in the world are having trouble finding answers."
"Then we won't tell them, I've already concealed your info, even the files Fury had, I can encrypt them too, if you want," Tony remarked, and ushered us inside, "do you guy's mind if I borrow my girlfriend for awhile before you go off and drink some more? She's had a long day?" He snickered, and headed to the counter. I wanted to comment on his jovial attitude, but I was in pieces, and running on autopilot.
"No, Wanda and I were gonna go have dinner, and maybe go to the other mall downtown," Natasha shrugged, "you can use our room, we should be gone for a few hours."
"Don't need it, FRIDAY already booked me a room for the night," he mused, and gave the receptionist a smile.
I leaned against one of the large white pillars, while the three of them talked, and struggled to keep the choas from drowning me. Natasha was right, the information may not change my path, or who I was, but it could change what I was. The idea of being a descendant of a goddess, or something else, was absolutely insane, but the evidence was there, in my mind and blood work, and I couldn't deny it.
I felt it as soon as saw the statue, and I couldn't explain it with words. Plus, if I could deter the stone, which was powerful enough to destroy worlds, and we assumed spread all over the cosmos, then that only led more credence to my situation.
My mind was overloaded, and my feet itched to run through the doors and into the evening sun.
I took a step back towards the door, trying to reel in my breath, but Tony stepped in front of me, and tilted my chin up, "no more running, remember?" He admonished, and led me down the hall into the elevator.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take..." I whispered, as soon as the elevator doors closed.
He was quiet, and held onto my hand as we made our way to his suite, but I couldn't focus, or see much of anything but that goddamn statue.
"We need to head back to Manhattan, and you should stay as far away from me as possible..I.. I don't feel so good right now," I whimpered, and perched myself near the door.
"Well as much as you and the girls have had to drink these last few days, I probably wouldn't feel so good either," he replied with a smile, "and we'll head back tomorrow, after you've calmed down..so if you're planning on screaming or crying, now would be a good time to do it.."
I angrily straightened my posture and clenched my hands hard enough to hear my knuckles crack the silence, "are you trying to make me feel better, or do you want me to lose my shit, which may end up hurting you? This isn't funny, and your fucken levity isn't helping me right now.."
"Obviously," he sighed, and leaned against one of the ornate dressers in the foyer. The suite wasn't as big as the one Natasha got, but it had the same set up. Kitchen, living room, and a hallway leading to the bedroom, "honey, I'm going to ask you something, and I'm gonna hope you give me an answer..." he added, and wiped his tired face, "what do you want to do? What can you do about this, really?"
"I don't know!" I exploded, and swiped everything off the small key stand next to me. Dishes rattled, and the dining room chairs shook, and I couldn't stop it, "why didn't I listen to her? She should of told me! What're we gonna do?! Oh gods, this is too much, even for you, you can't keep doing this either..."
"Is that what you're really worried about right now?" He decreed loudly, but still smiled as if this situation was funny, although something else stirred behind his forced levity, "don't take this the wrong way, but what's the big deal, you found answers?"
My mouth dropped open, and I fumbled with the doorknob.
The rage was swift and unrelenting.
It quickly overshadowed everything, and in the blink of an eye, darkness impeded ever inch of myself.
"Doors locked babe," he sighed, but his voice was closer.
"Don't.. don't come near me Tony," I croaked, and struggled to catch my breath. I teetered on the edge, and I wanted to fall, although I didn't know what that would even mean for me, "how could you say that? What's wrong with you..?"