A Shattered Soul (A Frostiron Story)

Broken Parts

Author's Note: This is my first story that I have actually ever uploaded. So I'm excited. I do all my own editing and I'm not the best at grammer so be gentle in that aspect. This story does contain swears, but they are censored out. Continuing on, I'm a huge Frostiron fan even after the heartbreak of Avengers Endgame. Why?? Anyway, I had a ton of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy.

"Ok, last one then you are done for the night." Coulson babbled in my ear.

"Got it. Fri, what are we looking at?" I ask my AI.

"Two bank robbers running away from the scene." Friday says sounding board.

I quickly scan the area and see them. I fire up the propulsion blasters making it very easy to catch up to our friends. Landing in front of them I give one punch and the other a blast and they both end up unconscious and on the ground in seconds. I hear sirens in the distance so I quickly fly away from the scene and back to S.H.I.E.L.D. I land on the roof and a machine takes off my gear and then locks it away in a safe vault. One that can only be accessed by Director Fury or Agent Coulson. It honestly seems pointless, I'm not crazy, I just have PTSD, but apparently those two mean the exact same thing. Still, everytime my armor gets locked up I have an overwhelming urge to punch Coulson in his face and run. But like everyday before I grit my teeth and force a smile as I walk into the conference room for my daily mission report.

"Hello Coulson."

An hour later I find myself yelling at the agent.

"That is the stupidest idea I have heard!" I yell, standing up to look the agent right in the eye.

"Just consider it." Coulson says calmly.

"No! I am not selling any part of my suits to the public!" I yell, fury burning in my eyes.

"Not the public! The FBI, the cops, S.H.I.E.L.D!"

"Agent do you not remember what happened with Hydra! Now imagine what would have happened if they had access to my technology, so much more destruction and death." I stare down the agent causing him to break first.

"Hydra is taken care of." He replies.

"Well there logo says otherwise." I bite back.

"Mr. Stark just consider the proposal."

I glare at him, "No."

I then storm out of the room. I take the stairs down needing to burn off some anger.

"Sell my suits to law enforcement, yeah right." I mutter.

I quickly turn the corner, and start running down the steps.

"Who does Coulson think he is?" I mutter.

I quickly turn another corner and another. I complete another floor and turn the corner but I run smack into someone. We tumble down a flight of stairs and I hear the audible bang of a skull hitting metal. A minute later we land in the break between the steps, with me laying on top of him. I quickly try to get off but I find myself stuck. I look down and realize my leg is trapped under his back. I try to yank it free but it doesn't budge. So I am stuck on top of him while he rubs his head, clearly injured.

Then his eyes slowly open to a menacing glare, "Do you mind."

I let out an uncomfortable laugh and say, "I can't move."

He looks down and growls but gets off of me so I can untangle myself from him. We both stand up, wipe the dust off and straighten our suits. The guy is dressed very nice in a black suit jacket, pants and has a gray dress shirt with a green tie. He has short cropped black hair, thin lips, and brown eyes. He rubs his head once more before retrieving his laptop, which in the tumble fell into the corner of the platform we are standing on.

"Watch where you are going next time." He snaps out.

I turn, facing him, "Look Doe Eyes, I just had a really s**ity day so now is not the time."

He tilts his head, "You are the egotistical maniac Tony Stark, aren't you."

"I am Tony Stark yes." I snap out.

"Why are you here?"

"Nice one recruit."

His eyes lose the curiosity and are instead replaced with mischievous intent. But he seems to catch himself and he eyes get wipped of any emotion in an instant.

"Bye." He then stalks off.

But I call up the stairs, "What's your name?"

I hear, "Serrure." called back.

"Saeurue?" I question.

I'll ask Friday about it later. Calmed down from the incident earlier I take my time with the steps. I walk out into the chill of the November air and walk a mile to my car. Leave it to S.H.I.E.L.D to build an entire building with no parking. I hop into my car and immediately turn on the heat. It kicks in rather quickly and soon the satisfying sound of tires screeching on the concrete fills my ears as I pull out and head home.

I walk into Stark Industries and get surrounded by 30 people, all talking and shoving papers at me at the same time. I run a hand over my face but then separate the crowd and talk to each person individually.

I walk into the penthouse several hours later and fall down onto the couch.

"Friday, music." I say.

Immediately, rock music starts to pour through the speakers. I let out a deep breath gathering all my thoughts. One in particular seems to be extremely amendment.

"Friday what does Saeurue mean?"
She is quiet for a minute before she goes, "I belive you mean Serrure and the French translation is lock."

"What?" I question, "So the guy I was talking to was called lock?"

I gron then get up and go to the kitchen. I take out a strong bottle of whiskey and pour a glass. Then I walk over to the huge windows. The city is currently lit up by millions of lights. I sigh as my mind wanders to Pepper. Why did we have to break up? She said I was spending too much time with my suits and not enough time with her which is technically true, but she was always my rock. I could depend on her to bring me back. I was even going sober for a year. I stare at the liquid in my cup, that didn't last long. I throw my head back and gulped the last of the liquid down.

"Friday, what's the time?"

"It is 11:48 boss."

"Thanks Fri." I say sadly as I retire to my bedroom.