Fangs | A Tony Stark Series (fan fiction)

Exit The Donut

AN: Flashbacks are officially over. We are back to the present time where the first chapter had started.

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Third-person pov

"Jess... are you with me? Jess? ...Jess?!"

Monroe jolted from the bench she hadn't noticed she'd been sat on. Romanoff's hand had been placed on her shoulder to bring her back to reality. Her glowing eyes dimmed as her vision became blurry for just a second.

"Huh... yeah sorry. I'm here," Jess replied.

"You okay? After your last bullet, I thought you fled to avoid the fact that you lost."

"I what?!"

Nat began to laugh. Jess had been stuck in her own memories, she didn't realize Natasha won the bet. They walked out of the shooting range to be met by Coulson. Their laughter faded as they listened for their next move.

"He wants to see you. Both of you."

Monroe's pov

"Monroe, you're coming with me. I have better luck with Stark giving a damn if you're there with me. He trusts you. As for you," Fury turns to Romanoff, "You're staying hidden until Monroe gives you the okay."

"So the antidote..." I persisted.

"It's not a cure, but it'll keep him alive until there is one."

"Better than nothing."

Time Skip

"Sir! I'm gonna have to ask you to exit the donut." Fury exclaimed to a not yet sober Tony eating donuts IN a donut.

"I'm actually comfortable here, thanks."

"Please Tony?" I came from around the corner and sent a soft smile. He rolled his eyes, giving us the tell we needed. Fury and I walked into Randy's Donuts. He settled in a booth as I waited for Tony to show. Once Stark entered, I sat beside him.

"I told you both, I don't wanna join your super-secret boy band."

"No, no, no. See, I remember you do everything yourself." Fury chuckles.

"How's that working out for you?" I ask coyly. Tony instantly giving me a look as I smirk back. Unable to form an answer, he lifts his cup of coffee in an attempt to drink. However, his mind is changed to respond with a remark instead.

"I'm sorry. I don't wanna get off on the wrong foot. Do I look at the patch or the eye? Honestly, I'm a bit hungover. I'm not sure if you're real or if I'm having-"

"I am very real. I'm the realest person you're ever gonna meet."

"Just my luck." Tony turns to me, "Where's the staff here?"

Fury took this opportunity to reach for the marks on his neck, "That's not looking so good."

'Now'

Nat entered from behind, "I've secured the perimeter, but I don't think we should hold it for too much longer." Tony immediately knew he had been fooled for the second time. His eyes took a glance at mine before setting his coffee down. He then looked back up at Natasha. Fury became amused just as I did.

"You're...fired."

"That's not up to you." She responded, finding her place next to Fury.

"Tony, I want you to meet Agent Romanoff," Fury started.

"I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. shadow. Once we knew you were ill, I was tasked to you by Director Fury. Monroe gave us insight."

I mouthed a 'thank you' to Nat for not ratting me out on my little personal problem. We shared eye contact as she gave a reassuring nod.