A Shattered Soul (A Frostiron Story)

In A Few Days Time

A few days later.

I walk into S.H.I.E.L.D. getting several greetings. I greet each one back and make my way to the elevator. The up button lights up in response to my touch and I wait patiently as I see the descending numbers. The steel doors open to reveal the recruit, Serrure, already occupying the small space. He looks annoyed by my presence. The doors close and the elevator descends into an awkward silence.

So an attempt to erase the awkward silence I ask, "How are you doing?"

"Don't know."

I almost laugh at the response and turn to the recruit, "How do you not know?"

He turns his steel eyes on me, "I was doing ok before you decided to come in." He gives me a ounce over, "Now I'm not sure."

"Ok, I get it Serrure."

Then the elevator dings and he walks out, but before the doors close he throws me a smirk. What was that about? I think before the elevator dings again and I step out this time.

I meet up with the Serrure again when I go to get my delivery food and he just happens to be on lunch break as well.

"Hey Recruit." I say and slide into the seat across from him.

He fixes his eyes on me, "There are so many other places to sit."

"I know." I say back.

"Yet, Tony Stark decides to sit with the level 3 agent." He purrs out.

I shrug, "I enjoy the company."

He smirks and continues to eat his salad.

"Health nerd." I comment nodding at his salad.

"The same can not be said for you." He says pointing at my 2 cheeseburgers.

I shrug, "I enjoy the simple things."

He gives me another smirk as he looks at me again. No, he inspects me. I feel like I'm a bug under a microscope.

"Like what you see." I joke.

His eyes travel back up to my face, "Depends what I am looking for."

"What are you looking for?" I say, leaning forward.

He leans forward as well, wispering out, "Weapons."

I repel, "What?"

He slowly sits back into his seat, "I was looking to see if you had any weapons on you."

"I bet you have several." I joke.

"I am in possession of a few."

I look up, the tone shocking me. He said it completely monotone. I look into his eyes and he stares back at me and the realization hits. He was not kidding.

I try to play off my shock with a joke, "So what you are saying is, stay away."

He moves his hand right and left in a so-so motion, "That is not what I was implying." Then he looks at his watch and gives me a small smile, "See you around Tony."

Then he quickly packs up his lunch, grabs his bag, and walks away. I watch the man all the way until he walks into the elevator. For whatever reason he seems really familiar. I can't quite put my finger on it but I feel like I know that witty banter. My phone starts rigging and it snappes me out of my dazed state. I pull it out smiling when I see the name. It is my intern, Peter. I open up the message and see it is a picture of him sticking his tongue out as he points behind him, to a guy completely dressed up as Iron Man.