“Put on the suit..” Steve said for the 4th time as if it was going to make me want to, but in truth hearing him say it so many times was starting to seriously piss me off even if I kept a calm front. I opened his mouth as to lay out a reply when my words were interrupted, cut off, by a crash and a rumbling that shook the whole ship causing me and Steve to stumble, we would have fallen to our knees if we were not forced to hold on to each other. Captain America and I looked at each other, not even for a second before he repeated, “Put on the suit.” with more urgency this time that it left me no room for argument.
We both rushed down the hall and when I felt myself stumble he made a point a point to catch me. I noticed that sometimes his hold lasted slightly longer then necessary, but I found no reason, nor time, to think odd of it, though I may come to question those lingering touches later
This man.. what is it about him? Maybe it’s just his self-centeredness and arrogance, but if that’s so , shouldn’t those traits be pushing me away, not pulling me forward? Why do I feel as if there’s something else there? Even now as we run down these trembling halls in an effort to retrieve his suit, his mouth will not close, words of intelligence seem to drift out of it, some I don’t understand, but still, I listen. When we get to our destination, Tony, or well, Iron man, quickly suits up and we both make our way out to the engine.
“Are you ready at the lever?” Tony asked basically telling me that whether I was ready or not he was going to do as he pleased. “Just a minute.” I said firing off another round at the enemy all while trying to get make to my place at the red lever, “Kind of busy!”. I feel the ship move but think nothing of it, other than that it must be an attack somewhere else. Why the hell they thought it was a good idea to give a ship wing’s I will never know. When I finally unarm my opponent I can hear Tony say, “Ok now!” My heart sinks a bit, I’m not far from the lever but I’m not there. I do my best to get there quickly and pull it, it didn’t help that the damn thing was stuck at first, but I managed to get it to work. I waited a moment or so to hear Tony say something and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in when he did. For now, everything was ok.
When everything had started to settle and there was no more use for me I made sure to put up my suit but still something wasn’t right, I could feel it. The ship was flying and we were safe for the moment, Hulk and Thor were gone, and Natasha was being occupied with Clint. Of all this I was informed, but still.. When I sat down at the conference table I wasn’t surprised that it was only Steve who joined me, I didn’t mind the fact that we exchanged no words. In truth I was in no mood to talk to him, I would have to redo the paint job on my suit and other repair on it because of him.
Soon Furry walked in with something in his hand that caught my attention. When he started to talk it was slow and calm but I could hear the bitterness in his voice we he told us that Coulson was dead. I paled slightly but I could feel Steve stiffen as Furry showed us what was in his hands, “These were in his pockets when he died..” he threw the blood stained Captain American trading cards on the table, “I guess he didn’t get you to sign them…” After that I phased out, staring down at the cards intensely, I bit my bottom lip and stood up before walking away from them without a word. I couldn’t stand being in that room any more, the air was so thick it became hard to breath, but even though I continued to walk out of the room and down the hall, I could still smell the blood.
I watched Tony stand out of his chair, I noticed the sobered expression on his face and I noticed the well-guarded sadness in his eyes. He avoided eye contact as he left the room and I watched him all the while. When he was gone I looked back at the cards on the table and picked one up. Was he really dead? I didn’t know him well, and not for long but still….still that man was kind, and he didn’t deserve to die. Not like that, even if it was on duty. I soon stood up, putting the cards back on the table as I finally left as well, though not to clear my head, but to find Tony.
It didn’t take much looking when I finally found him, he was leaning no a railing looking out to the endless sky out one of the many large windows this ship had, “Tony..” “He was an idiot you know? That wasn’t his job, he shouldn’t have been playing hero. It wasn’t his place…” though he wasn’t looking at me I could hear the venom in his voice, I wasn’t sure whether he was angry at Coulson or this was just misplaced angry meant for Loki. “You don’t mean that..” I saw him flinch, “Oh? I don’t?” “No, you don’t. You know he was only trying to do his job….You can’t save everyone Tony…” He glared back at me, “And even if you could…you can’t do it on your own.” “What do you want me to do?...” “What?” He started to walk over to me, I noticed that even in this damaged state, his strides were still confident, and proud, with that thought he was already in front of me. “I said what do you want me to do? I know you’re not just giving me this speech as a friendly gesture, so what. Do you. Want. From. Me?” , he hissed the words and he must have stopped caring because I could see the anger in his eyes as plain as day. I didn’t want to see it, I wanted to look away when I did but I stood my ground and stared in to those sad, angry brown eyes as the next words just slipped from my lips, “I want you to work with me…”