Yes... Mr Stark?

[9] A descent into Hell

Well after Tony left me last night for Christine, I had Happy drive me home. I tried to go to sleep but it just wasn't working. In the end I merely went downstairs to the lab, and started on some paperwork Tony gave me to do so he didn't have to do it. See what kind of things he gets me to do? It was just the normal paperwork about random new projects he wanted to do, or just some pay slips we had to sign. Soon, Tony walked into the lab with an irritated look on his face. "Did you know about these?" He barks, throwing a bunch of photos on the table. I look at them, realising that they were STARK weapons.

"Are these-" I start saying, but get interrupted once again.

"Yes. Obadiah sent them in. That lying bastard." Tony looks furious. He grabs the arm of his suit and puts it on, starting to angrily alter it and make it improved.

"I think the news is on, maybe check it out." I offer, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV for him. Just as I guessed, the news was talking about the war that is happening in Gulmira.

"The 15-mile hike to the outskirts of Gulmira can only be described as a descent into hell, into a modern day Heart of Darkness." The reporter states. It was quiet, the only sound I could hear was the slight turning of the screwdriver in Tony's hand. "Villagers have been forced to take shelter in whatever crude dwellings they can find in the ruins of other villages, or here in the remnants of an old Soviet smelting plant." Tony's hand grasps the screwdriver heavily, almost as if he was trying to break it with his hand. "Recent violence has been attributed to a group of foreign fighters referred to by locals as the Ten Rings. As you can see, these men are heavily armed and on a mission. A mission that could prove fatal to anyone who stands in their way." I gasp, looking at the shocking images that fill the screen of the TV. Tony stands up with an animalistic look on his face, studying the TV with a closer look.

"With no political will or international pressure, there's very little hope for these refugees. Around me, a woman begging for news on her husband, who was kidnapped by insurgents, either forced to join their militia... Desperate refugees clutch yellowed photographs, holding them up to anyone who will stop." Tony freaks out and starts to shoot everything, blasting glass and breaking tables. Papers fly everywhere, things are sent flying to the floor and by the time I reach him, the lab is pretty much destroyed.

" You need to calm down!" I exclaim, pulling his arms to his side so he can't shoot anymore, but he still looks violent.

"We need to go and help," He says. "Put on your suit. We're going to Gulmira." Is all that he says. He starts assembling the suit on his body while I just stand there watching.

"But - isn't it dangerous?" I ask timidly, rubbing my arm with my hand.

"People are dying out there Samantha, and you're worrying about hurting yourself. You know, I thought that you were-" I shush him, taken aback with the tone he was using with me. I have never seen Tony Stark this mad, even with press or on invading interviews.

"Alright! I'm putting on the god damn suit. Relax." I start to assemble the suit and when I'm finished, we both start to fly out. The overall summary of the fight was - kicked some asses, destroyed some bad guys, saved some cute and innocent kids, reunited families. It was all pretty easy, and we definitely had no interventions.

Jokes.

The problems only started in the middle of flying back. Tony got a call on his suit so he answered it on the public line where I could hear it too. Although at that time, I also got a call up from my dad.

"Uh, hello?" I speak into the phone.

"Sammy?" I hear his voice come through, sounding angry.

"Uh, yeah? Do you need anything specific dad because I'm slightly busy..." I tell him.