Everly || Steve Rogers

30. Gary

^ Everly :) ^

Everly flipped open the manila folder from Mrs. Davis and began looking through its contents. She pulled out one paper in particular that looked pretty important. It read 'MIA' in the top right hand corner. She peeked over at Tony when he sighed, resting his arm on the door as he rubbed his forehead.

"Man. Happy, Happy, Happy." He whispered to himself. Everly looked back down at the file in her hands and furrowed her eyebrows. She slowly flipped the page over and recognized the letters 'AIM' at the top. She nudged Tony, holding the paper out to him. The look in his eyes was proof enough that everything had finally clicked. He plucked a phone from his pocket and set it on the center console, putting it on speaker. Everly looked to Tony oddly. The phone rang a few times before finally someone picked up. She immediately recognized the voice of Colonel James Rhodes.

"Hello?"

"You ever have a chick straddling you and you look up and suddenly she's glowing from the inside out, kind of a bright orange?" Tony asked nonchalantly. 

"Yeah, I've had that. Who is this?" Rhodey hurried.

"It's me pal. Evelyn's here too so watch what you say. Now last time I went missing, if I remember correctly, you came looking for me. What are you doing?" Tony questioned as he continued to sift through the file.

"A little knock-and-talk, making friends in Pakistan. What are you doing?" He replied simply, as if the two were having an everyday conversation.

"Your redesign, your big rebrand, that was AIM right?

"Yeah."

Tony crumpled up a paper and tossed it to the floor at Everly's feet. She sent him an annoyed look. "I'm gonna find a heavy duty comm sat right now, I need your login."

"It's the same as it's always been, 'WarMachine68.'"

"And password please?" Everly chimed in as Tony wrote the username down.

"Well, look, I gotta change it every time you hack in Tony." He sassed.

"It's not the 80's, nobody says 'hack' anymore." Tony retorted. He paused a second, looking over at Everly and he let out a small laugh.

"Give us the login." She groaned.

Rhodey sighed. "'WAR MACHINE ROX' with an x, all caps." Tony laughed again, Everly tried to suppress her laughter. "Yeah, okay. That is so much better than 'Iron Patriot.'" Tony slammed on the brakes and cranked the wheel, spinning around to face the opposite direction. 

Everly gripped onto her seatbelt with both hands and her head bounced off the window. "What the hell was that?" She exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot on her head.

"Oh, you're fine." He deadpanned, pulling into the parking lot of what appeared to be a high school.

Tony put on Harley's hat and they both climbed out of the car, starting toward the line of news vans parked outside. All sorts of people rushed about, so they easily disappeared into the crowd. Tony snatched up a coil of blue and green cord somewhere along the way. Everly followed close behind him as he walked over to one of the vans. He made sure to tilt his head down in order to conceal his face. Everly stood with her back to the van and bounced on her toes, trying her best to make it seem like she belonged there. A hand latched onto her shirt and dragged her into the back of the van. Once inside, Tony plopped down in the chair and set his hat aside. He pressed the mute button to cease the audio of the broadcast and started fiddling with all sorts of buttons and switches. Everly stood behind him, waiting anxiously. It was only a matter of time before they were caught. She peeked around Tony's head to see some sort of meter on the screen in front of him.