Iron Man [Book 2]

The Truth

After climbing into the car, Stark raced through the city before coming to a stop outside a clothes store. We went inside and looked for a dress. After ten minutes, Stark held up a silk, red dress.

The straps and neckline was bedazzled with diamonds, and there was a diamond design on the waist. Quickly grabbing black wedges, I went into the dressing room. Upon coming out, he nodded, saying this dress would do. He payed before we left the store. We got in the car, and Stark raced through city, weaving past cars, to get to the party.

Upon pulling up, a valet ran up to Stark's door. The valet took the keys, and took it to a parking space. We walked to the stairs, and I saw Stane talking to the press. Women began to squeal upon seeing Stark, and I rolled my eyes.

Just like Howard, a lady's man.

The press took pictures, and began to ask questions. A woman walked up to him.

"Remember me?" She asked flirtatiously.

"Sure don't," he replied, blankly.

Passing by an older gentleman, talking to two women, Stark patted his shoulder.

"You look great, Hef."

Passing by more people, Stark walked up to Stane.

"What's the world coming to when a guy's got to crash his own party?" Stark asked Stane.

"Look at you," Stane chuckled. "What a surprise."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"See you inside."

"Take it slow, all right?" Stane told him. "I got the board right where we want them."

Stark nodded.

"Got it, just cabin fever. I'll be a minute."

With that, we continued up the stairs.

"Stark," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He hummed.

"I don't trust him."

"Don't trust who?"

"Stane. I got a bad feeling about him," I explained, glancing over my shoulder at Stane. "I think there's something off about him."

"It's nothing," Stark waved me off.

We entered the building, to find it crowded. We walked over to the bar, and found Rachel.

"Give me a Scotch," Starked ordered.

The bartender turned to me.

"Just water."

"Glad you could make it Mr. Stark," Rachel spoke upon seeing him.

"Mr. Stark?"

Coulson was standing beside us.

Third Person

"Yeah?" Tony answered.

"Agent Coulson," Coulson introduced.

Tony nodded.

"The guy from..." Tony trailed off, trying to remember.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Coulson repeated his agency's name.

"You need a new name for that," Tony replied.

Coulson nodded.

"I get that a lot."

Coulson then turned to the other women at the bar.

"Miss Patterson, Miss Barns," he acknowledged.