I'll do whatever to make you happy (Stony)

Chapter Sixteen: Vulnerable

A/N: Omg, three updates in a row!? Who am I?! Oh, wait that's right, I'm the Author. Jokes asides, yes you get three updates in a row, but now you wait until Friday because this story is coming to an end soon. I think I only have 3 or 4 chapters left? I also don't think I have a sequel planned for this, I mean I could try but it just depends on the end of the story and what people might wanna see/give me ideas. That aside, enjoy the chapter. Also, poor Steve.

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Tony's slumber was disturbed by a buzzing sound somewhere in the room. He tried to ignore it, snuggling closer into Steve, hand wrapped around his waist, cheek pressing up against the top of his head. The buzzing got more prominent, and he grumbled in response, turning away from Steve ever so slightly, opening his eyes just enough to form a glare. The source of the irritable buzzing sound that rudely woke him up from his peaceful slumber next to his super soldier, came in the form of none other than his Stark phone. He ever so gently, ever so quietly as to not wake up Steve, moved off of the bed and trekked over towards his pants, fishing out his phone from his pocket.

"Hello?" He said softly, putting his clothes on in the process.

"Mr. Stark, we need you to come down to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ right away." Fury's voice boomed. He looked behind him and saw Steve stir slightly.

"Hang on," he whispered, grabbing his shirt and quietly exiting the room. "Alright, continue. What's the issue?"

"We've apprehended one of those things that were responsible for the capture of Captain Rogers, so I thought you'd wanna ask some questions." A strange feeling washed over Tony; it pooled and swirled inside his chest first, making its way to his fingertips as they tingled, his fingers slowly curling until he formed a fist. It was a weird feeling of anger festering inside of him, but in the mix he could feel something along the lines of revenge. Was that the feeling? It felt like it. He was going to march down there and let every ounce of hatred drip off of him in the form of either words, or maybe fists. He was hoping for the latter.

"I'll be there as soon as possible." He ended the call without waiting to hear anymore of what Fury had to say. His mind was only focused on one thing, and that was getting down to S.H.I.E.L.D. and hopefully getting answers, as well as teaching certain alien assholes not to fuck with the people Tony cares about.

When he arrived, Natasha was already waiting for him outside of HQ. No words were exchanged between them as she led them to the interrogation room. He felt antsy when they stepped into the elevator, and as they were getting closer, he was biting the inside of his cheek to try and calm his nerves. It was funny to him, really. How fast he switched from anger coursing through his veins, significantly prominent to him that he could feel the tips of his ears turn read out of anger, how hot his palms were when his fingertips touched them, and how tight his jaw felt when he clenched it, his teeth hitting each other and making a small, subtle dink sound in his mouth. Now, he was significantly nervous. His eyes were roving around the inside of the elevator, the sound it made as it descended was loud in his ear, he continued to bit the inside of his cheek, almost to the point that if he continued he would break the skin and taste his own blood, his hand felt sweaty, even though they weren't, but he still wiped his palms on his pants. He was swirling with emotions, and he hates it, because he's usually got a tight lid on them.

He was so caught up in his emotional turmoil, as he would classify it; because initially that's what he's experiencing, that he never noticed the elevator stopped with a ding. Ass the elevator doors opened, he saw Fury waiting for him, dressed in his usual all black clothing, with his signature black trench coat to cover over his normal clothing, and his signature black eye patch.

"I'm glad you could make it, Mr. Stark. I'm certain you're in the right state of mind before I let you in?" Fury spoke calmly.

"Oh, of course. Why wouldn't I be? It's not like the asshole behind the door kidnapped my boyfriend or anything." Tony sassed. Fury raised an eyebrow at him, causing the genius to roll his eyes. "Long story, can you just let me in?" Fury looked at him for a few more minutes before he turned around, leading them down the hallway, past the other occupied cell doors until they turned a corner and came face to face with the cell door that held the captive alien. Fury inputted the pin on the lock pad, let the scanner scan his eye, and opened the door, holding it open for Tony.