So I'd never planned on doing an Iron Man story… Not once had I planned this… But one night after a Marvel movie marathon, I couldn't hold it in. So…this story will go along with the first movie and it is a Tony Stark/OC story... So, fair warning that a lot of the Pepperony flirting is taken out and replaced. I hope you all enjoy.
Typical Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, and all those people at Marvel own the rights to Tony and the gang. I just own my OC.
Chapter One: Come With Me
Silence. Other than the music from the boom box sitting in the front seat, the hum of the vehicles as they made their way down the road, and the rattle of the ice in my best friend's glass, there was only silence. There were five of us in the vehicle. Three soldiers, two men and a woman, myself, and the great Tony Stark…and no one was talking. The soldier in the back with us was glancing at Tony nervously, but no one was saying a word. Poor kid, I knew he was intimidated. I would've been too if I didn't know everything about Tony and hadn't known him since we could both talk. Honestly, the soldier's nervous glances were making it hard not to laugh.
Tony decided to break the silence in his typical, sarcastic way. "I feel like you're driving us to court martial. This is crazy. What'd we do? I feel like you're gonna pull over and snuff us. What, you're not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!"
Forrest, the young soldier in the back with us, looked shocked that Tony had even spoken to him. "We can talk, sir."
Tony turned towards me. "Oh, I see. So it's personal."
The woman soldier driving our vehicle spoke up. "You intimidate them."
A shocked look spread across Tony's face. "Good God, you're a woman! I honestly, I couldn't have called that. I mean, I would apologize, but isn't that what we're going for here? I thought of you as a soldier first."
Without missing a beat, she replied, "I'm an airman."
Tony smirked. "Well, you have actually excellent bone structure there. I'm kinda having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird?" The soldiers laughed. "Come on! It's okay. Laugh!" Tony had successfully diffused the awkward silence.
The soldier in the passenger seat looked back at Tony. "Sir, I have a question to ask." Tony allowed it. "Is it true you went twelve-for-twelve with last year's Maxim cover models?" He asked eagerly.
"That is an excellent question, but no. Unfortunately, March and I had a scheduling conflict."
I scoffed. "Yeah, but don't forget, the Christmas cover was twins." I knew he'd come up with it on his own if I didn't. I'd unfortunately walked in on the act.
Tony smirked at me. "They were twins. Sorry about that, Jess." He turned back to the soldier in the passenger seat. "So…yes and no."
Forrest raised his hand slightly, like a kid in school. I couldn't contain my laugh this time. Tony found it just as amusing. "You're kidding me with the hand up, right?"
The soldier quickly lowered his hand. "Is it cool if I take a picture with you?" He asked, seemingly afraid of offending Tony.
Tony stared for a few seconds. "Yes. It's very cool."
Forrest smiled and dug his camera out of his pocket. He quickly handed it to the soldier in the passenger seat. I scooted toward the door as Tony leaned toward the soldier. The soldier threw up the classic peace sign. I had to fight back another laugh.
Tony had his classic poker face on. "I don't wanna see this on your MySpace page." He paused. "Please no gang signs." Forrest quickly put his hand down again. "No, throw it up. I'm kidding." Forrest complied. "Yeah, peace. I love peace. I'd be out of a job with peace."
As the soldiers started arguing about how to work the camera, the vehicle in front of us suddenly exploded. I screamed, turning away from the sight of the flames. There was so much commotion. Our vehicle stopped. I could hear the soldiers yelling to one another, not really comprehending what they were saying. Tony had put his arm around me at some point. Though he was being protective, I found little shelter in the gesture. Our driver got out, yelling things to the other two soldiers but she was almost immediately shot down. The soldier in the passenger seat was preparing to get out.
He yelled back at us to stay down, which we immediately did, and turning to the young soldier in the back. "Jimmy, stay with Willows and Stark!" Immediately, he got out to start shooting. He got some rounds off but met the same fate as the soldier driving us.
Forrest seemed to be preparing to exit the vehicle as well. Tony yelled for him to leave us a gun, but Forrest got out and told us to stay where we were. Something exploded and took Forrest out, leaving tiny holes in the side of our vehicle. My ears were ringing. I could feel Tony pushing me to get out, but I didn't want to leave the vehicle. What good would that do? But his strength prevailed and he was able to open the door and push us out. The explosions seemed louder and more frequent. I was too scared to move. I felt Tony grab my hand and drag me along behind him. My heels dug into the sand and rock. Explosions were on our left and right. There was no escaping it. Tony suddenly pulled me forward and shoved me behind a rock, diving beside me a second later. He instantly took out his phone, most likely trying to contact Rhodey. Suddenly, a small, missile-like device landed next to us—a missile-like device that read 'Stark Industries' on the side. What was it doing here? I was being pulled to my feet and shoved violently away seconds before it exploded. It took me a moment to gather myself. I looked over at Tony, who was moving. I pulled myself off the ground slightly and crawled over to Tony, who was ripping open his shirt. When I got to him, all I could see was the red, sticky substance coating his chest. My head was pounding and I couldn't think straight. The last thing I saw was Tony closing his eyes before I followed him into the darkness.
Sometime later, I found myself tied to a chair in some tent. I have no idea where I am. I looked around to try to get a feel of my surroundings. Wherever I am is poorly and my head is still pounding. I looked up to see a man with a gun standing over me. He looked down, saw I was awake, and yelled something in his language. I was picked up from the chair I was seated in and a bag was placed over my head. I'm trying not to panic, but I have no idea what's happening or if I'm even okay. I'm pushed, shoved, and occasionally grabbed at, still not being able to see anything. Finally, I'm shoved into a chair and the bag is removed. I give my eyes time to adjust so I can see my new surroundings. I'm seated next to a camera. A camera? I looked around more, before my eyes land on another hooded figure—the figure the camera was pointing at. There were many people standing around this person. His chest had a massive amount of bandages and then I remember I had come here with someone. Tony! The hooded figure had to be Tony. My heart started racing as I wondered if he was okay. The man standing to his left began reading off of a sheet of paper. As he read, they pulled off the hood and I could see Tony's face. His eyes were adjusting to the light as well. As soon as his vision had adjusted, I saw his eyes land on me. I couldn't help but smile at seeing that he was okay. Our meeting didn't get to last long. As soon as they were done recording what I'm guessing was a ransom video, the bags were replaced and we were taken away again.
26 HOURS EARLIER
I knew JARVIS was about to wake me up. I was in that state where I was basically awake, but in denial about it. I sighed as I counted down in my head. Five…four… I wasn't ready to get up. Three…two…
The voice of the artificial intelligence Tony had created came to life in my room. "Good morning, Miss Willows. Its 7am and the weather in Malibu is-"
I cut him off. "JARVIS, why do you always insist on trying to give me the weather report when I cut you off every morning?" I had yet to open my eyes.
"Force of habit, Miss Willows. Would you like me to undim the windows or would you like to do it manually this morning?"
I groaned. "I'll do it. Lord knows if I ask you to, I'll just put my head under my pillows and go back to sleep and I'll never get out of bed."
I threw my large comforter off and swung my legs off the bed. My feet didn't touch the floor. I rubbed my face before sliding off the bed. I padded over to the controls and slowly let the light from outside into my room. As I walked to the door, I passed my mirror and gave myself a one over. My hair was up in the bun I'd put it in last night. I was wearing a yellow, grey, and white plaid, button down shirt that wasn't buttoned up all the way, exposing my bra. The shirt came low enough to cover my underwear—the perfect thing to wear while working in the garage. It's not unlike something I'd normally wear while working. Thankfully Tony didn't mind.
Figuring Tony was still asleep after his trip in Las Vegas, I made my way out my door and down the hall. Unfortunately, I opened the door without thinking.
"Tony, do you wanna go get some-" I cut myself off when I realized there was a naked woman wrapped in a sheet standing by Tony's window. I closed the door slightly, not looking at her. "I…sorry…" I stammered, slammed the door and walked very quickly to the stairs leading to the garage.
Sure enough, when the glass came into view, Tony was working on one of his cars. I entered my personal code quickly and opened the door. "Anthony Edward Stark," I yelled over the music, slightly harsher than I meant to. It's not that I was mad; I was just irritated that this kept happening. I knew we'd end up joking about this later.
His head shot up. "JARVIS, turn the music down." The music went down to a low level. "What did I do to deserve getting middle named?" He asked as he pulled his toolbox over to him.
My hands automatically went to my hips. "This is the umpteenth time I've walked in on a girl in your room. Thankfully, you weren't with this one when I walked in."
Tony snorted, keeping his eyes on the car. "You'd think you'd learn to knock."
I rolled my eyes at that one. "You'd think you'd learn to give me a heads up. Like a note on my door that says, 'There's a whore in my room.' This is my house, too, Tony. Notice how you've never caught me with a guy."
Tony pointed his socket wrench at me. "That's because you've never brought a guy home."
I got an evil glint in my eye. "That's because I don't bring my work home with me."
Tony put his hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch. You've crushed my spirit with that one." He got back to the car. "You wanna help me with this?"
I sighed as I padded over to the car he was working on, squatting down when I reached it. Tony ordered JARVIS to resume the music as he pushed the toolbox over to me. He knew I could work just fine with the music. We worked like we normally did. I knew exactly what tools to hand him when he was working on certain parts. He waved me around to the side of the car he was on as he pulled a piece off. "Give me an exploded view." JARVIS said something about the compression in cylinder three, but I had glanced behind me and saw Pepper descending the stairs behind the glass wall. She didn't look very happy.
"You're in trouble…" I said to Tony, teasing him.
She entered her code just as quickly as I had and turned the music off in the process. With her phone pressed to her ear, she ignored Tony's protests at turning the music off. "I'll keep you posted," she said to the person on the phone, then hanging up quickly. "You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now."
Tony didn't bother looking up from the car. "How'd she take it?" My guess inquiring about the girl he'd slept with last night, and then left for Pepper to deal with.
"Like a champ," she replied, obviously tired.
Examining a part of the car, Tony asked, "Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?" He probably didn't even realize it was Pepper's birthday. He can't even remember his own. I'd already taken care of getting her gift for him.
Pepper sighed. "Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago."
Tony handed the part he was examining over to me. "It's funny. I thought with it being my plane and all it would just wait for me," he replied, still looking at the car.
She ignored his comment. "Tony, I need to speak to you about a couple of things before I get you out of here."
He continued on with his train of thought. "I mean, doesn't it kind of defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?" He asked, looking at me for confirmation. When I just raised my eyebrow, telling him it was his argument, he turned around and sat on the tire.
She continued to ignore his comments about the plane. "Larry called; he's got another buyer for the Jackson-Pollock in the wings. Do you want it, yes or no?"
Tony asked her something about the spring period, which doesn't even exist. Thankfully, Pepper explained to him that there was no spring period and that it was overpriced, but Tony didn't care. The man is a millionaire. They began walking away from the car, so I decided I'd put the tools away.
"The MIT Commencement-"
"Is in June…please don't harang me about that."
"Well they're haranging me so…"
Poor Pepper, she's such a sweet girl and has to take care of all of Tony's crap. Tony just has to show up at meetings and events and not make himself look like an ass.
"What are you trying to get rid of me for? Do you have plans?"
She pushed her folder toward Tony. "As a matter of fact I do."
I walked over to Tony's little drink station and got some water. I took a sip as I leaned against the counter. "She's allowed to have plans on her birthday."
Tony looked back at me and then to Pepper. "It's your birthday." Pepper nodded. "I knew that. Already?"
Pepper smiled. "Yeah, isn't that strange? It's the same day as last year."
"Well, get yourself something nice for me."
I smiled. "I already did."
Tony looked back at me. "Thank you." He once again turned back to Pepper. "And?"
She took the papers Tony had signed. "It's very nice and very tasteful. Thank you, Jess."
I raised my cup to her. "You're welcome, Pepper."
She made her way back to the door, left and ascended the stairs. Tony started putting some things away before his trip. He suddenly stopped and turned towards me. "Come to Afghanistan with me."
I looked at him like he was the craziest person on the planet. "Excuse me?"
He made his way over to me. "Come on. I've gotta give a weapon's demonstration and I could use the company."
I walked past him toward the door. "Won't Rhodey be going with you?"
He walked with me and even opened the door for me. He really wants me to go. As we started climbing the stairs, he continued. "Yeah, but you know Rhodey. He can be a buzz kill sometimes. Plus, I think he's still a little upset that I wasn't there to accept my award last night. And he'll probably be even more upset that I'm pushing being late by two hours." We had reached the top of the stairs and were headed down the hallway. I'd reached my door and was about to go into my room when Tony's arm blocked the door. He gave me his signature smile. "You'll be able to mark Asia off your list."
I laughed as I pushed his arm down and entered my room, leaving the door open. "Tony, I've been to China, Cambodia, Russia, and India. Asia has been off my list for some time now."
Tony cursed under his breath. "Come on, Jess. You know you'll have fun. You'll be with me. Plus, I haven't got to see you that much the past two weeks." He walked into my room and pulled my overnight bag out of my closet. He set it on my bed, and plopped himself down next to it. "Come on. One trip, that's all I'm asking."
I looked at him. I knew I was gonna give in the moment he opened the door for me downstairs. I sighed. "Fine."
He jumped off my bed in triumph. "Good. Now go. Shower. I gotta go pack." He left my room, quickly making his way down the hall. I sighed. I was going to regret this.
After taking a quick shower and dressing for what Tony told me to consider was a business meeting, I decided to go to the plane dressed casually, because I'd probably be sleeping, and I'd change just before we landed. Tony seemed to have the same idea, dressed in jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He came in my room, grabbed my bag and we headed out the door. He handed my overnight and garment bag to Happy, and then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the garage.
"What are we doing?" I asked. "Isn't Happy driving?"
He looked back at me and smirked, sliding his sunglasses onto his face. "Oh, Happy's driving." We entered the garage and he opened the passenger side of the Audi for me.
I gulped. I didn't like riding in cars with Tony when he was driving. "I think I'll just ride with Happy."
Tony laughed. "Nonsense, let's go." I reluctantly got into the car.
I was so relieved when we reached the plane. I'd never been so happy for my feet to touch the ground. Unfortunately, Tony doesn't believe in speed limits. Happy quickly pulled up behind us. I was sure Tony had lost him at some point. I quickly made my way to the plane as Happy got our bags out of the bag of the car. I made my way up to the door of the plane. I smiled at Rhodey and hugged him. "Long time, no see, Rhodey."
He smiled and hugged me back. "Nice to see you, Jess. Tony drag you along?"
I laughed. "Drag? Coerce? They mean the same thing to him." I entered the plane just as Tony reached Rhodey.
I had Happy put my bags with Tony's before he left. I hugged him. I couldn't help it. I was a hugger. Happy was a great guy. He was very loyal to Tony and I was grateful for that. He returned my hug and smiled at me. "See you when you get back, Jess." Tony patted his arm as he exited the plane.
Tony turned towards me like he was about to say something, but he just stared at me for a few seconds. I didn't know what was going through his mind, nor did I really want to at the moment. I sat down and buckled the seatbelt, as they were readying the plane to take off. Tony sat down next to me. I looked over at him. "If you're expecting someone to talk to during the flight, I'll be asleep."
Tony huffed. "Well, you're no fun. Now I'll be stuck with Rhodey." We both looked back at Rhodey, who was sitting, angry faced, looking at the paper. Tony turned back to me. "I don't think he's happy with me."
"Maybe you shouldn't have arrived three hours late," I replied, smiling. The plane jerked forward as it made its way down the runway. My hand automatically went to grab Tony's hand. It's not that I'm afraid of flying; its take-off and landing that always get me. Tony had flown with me before millions of times so he was used to this. As soon as we were safely in the air, I excused myself to a private part of the plane where I could sleep in peace.
Tony woke me up about forty minutes before landing, already dressed in his suit. I got up, washed my face, combed my hair and dressed for this "business meeting." I had brought a black pencil skirt, a high halter, blue, frilly top, and a pair of sleek black heels. I walked out into the main part of the plane and took my seat, awaiting the landing. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Tony was eyeing my outfit. "You should take a picture, Tony."
He smiled. "I already have plenty of pictures of you." He paused. "You look nice, by the way. Did I get that for you?"
I smirked. "You were standing over my shoulder when I bought it as my Christmas present… And you don't look too bad yourself."
Tony nodded. "That's it." I saw his head turn towards my feet. "Should you really be wearing those heels in the desert?"
I looked over at him. "Tony, I'm a girl. I could wear heels in the Arctic and I'd be okay."
He laughed and I joined in. The captain informed us that we were about to commence the landing sequence and that we needed to fasten our seatbelts. I did so quickly, as did Tony. He reached over and grabbed my hand before we even started descending.
Tony and I had known each other since I was born. Of course, I didn't remember back that far, but I digress. Tony was three when I was born. My father had worked with Tony's family for many, many years. Tony was the only kid my parents really trusted me to hang out with. Tony and I had been through thick and thin. He was with me when my mom died and my dad got depressed, having to be committed. I was with him when his parents died. We had each other's back. Tony had graduated from MIT at 17 and I graduated six years later at 20. He'd already taken over Stark Industries at that point and offered me a job as an advisor for the company, and gave me a place in his home. I didn't really do anything, honestly. I did about as much as Tony did. I showed up at meetings, talked to important people, and made the occasional decision to make the company better. I trusted him, he trusted me, and we had each other's backs. Sure, Tony was a narcissistic, arrogant playboy, but there were all these other qualities he barely let anyone else see. I was one of the few people that knew the real Tony, and I was okay with that.
As the plane finally came to a stop, I detached my hand from Tony's and unfastened my seatbelt. We both stood up and I straightened out my skirt and straightened Tony's tie for him. He smiled at me as we both made our way toward the exit.
Tony and I were greeted by a general and we were ushered toward a vehicle. The ride to the weapon demonstration site seemed fast. Rhodey didn't seem as upset, but you could tell he wasn't happy either. Poor Rhodey. Tony probably forced him to drink on the plane while his 'flight attendants' provided entertainment. That's partially the reason I fell asleep. I know what the flight attendants do on Tony's plane rides.
We reached the test site and Tony helped me out of the vehicle. I was told to stay back with Rhodey while Tony stood in front of the soldiers, ready to start the presentation. I was ready to hear what he was going to say. I knew I'd have a hard time holding back a laugh.
Tony simply stood with his arms at his side and started his speech. "Is it better to be feared or respected? I say, 'Is it too much to ask for both?' With that, I humbly present the crown jewel of the Stark Industries Freedom Line. It's the first missile system to incorporate our proprietary repulsor technology. They say that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how Dad did it, that's how America does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee the bad guys won't even wanna come out of their caves." Tony pointed toward the giant missile system that was on our right. The person operating it directed it toward the mountains behind Tony. We watched as the one on the left blasted from its resting position. It broke apart into smaller fragments in the air, all still flying toward the mountain. "Ladies and gentlemen, for your consideration… the Jericho." The mountain suddenly exploded and a large gust of air hit us hard, pushing us all back a bit. It was the best weapon Stark Industries had to offer.
Tony walked over to a Stark Industries chest and opened it. It was a cooled chest with various alcoholic beverages in it. "We'll be throwing one of these in with a purchase of 500 million or more." He raised his glass of scotch. "To peace."
I walked beside Tony as we made our way to the vehicle that would be taking us back to the base. His phone started to vibrate and he flipped it open, revealing a one Obadiah Stane, Tony's right hand man. He'd run Stark Industries after Tony's parents died, before Tony took the reins. "Tony!"
Tony took another sip of his drink. "Obi, what are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep till I found out how it went. How'd it go?"
"It went great," Tony said nonchalantly. "Looks like it's going to be an early Christmas."
This made Obadiah happy. "Hey! Way to go, my boy! Did you see Jess before you left?"
Tony pointed the phone towards me. "Hey, Obi!"
He looked shocked to see me. "Hey, Jess. I didn't know you were going on this trip."
I laughed. "I didn't either."
He smiled at us. "Well, I'll see you both tomorrow, yeah?"
Tony looked at me and smirked. "Yeah. Why aren't you wearing those pajamas I got you?"
"Goodnight, Tony. Bye, Jess," Obadiah replied, annoyed.
Tony flipped his phone closed as we reached our vehicle with a soldier holding the door open for us. Tony climbed in and then held his hand out to help me. I took it and stepped in the vehicle and the soldier closed the door. At that moment, Rhodey walked up to our vehicle and called, "Hey, Tony!"
At hearing this, Tony leaned over me to look out the window. "I'm sorry. This is the fun-vee. The hum-drum vee is back there."
Rhodey just looked at him. "Nice job."
"See you back at the base."
As Rhodey walked away, our vehicle fell into silence.
Silence. Questions. Explosions. Running. Explosions. Running. Explosions. Crawling. Blood. Darkness. Words. Bag. Dragging. Light. Camera. Tony. Bag.
I was shoved into a seat again, my hands being tied behind me this time. I didn't know what was happening. The bag was lifted from my head once more and the sight I saw brought tears to my eyes. Tony had had the bandages removed and now he was lying on a table, his chest exposed. It was a bloody, red mess. There was a man over him, with tools next to him and other men holding him down. The man with the tools began working on Tony's chest and Tony just screamed. He was conscious for this. I yelled for the man to stop, but he said he was saving his life. He pulled pieces of metal from Tony's chest and I just cried. One of the men holding us captive yelled something at me and the man working on Tony told me I was told to be quiet. I couldn't help it. My best friend was lying on a table, writhing in pain. I didn't want to see Tony in pain. I didn't want Tony to die. As the man working on Tony put this circular device into Tony's chest, I couldn't hold back the scream that came. The last thing I remember was pain coursing through my head and darkness surrounding me once again.
Well there you have it. There's the first chapter. It's like the first sixteen minutes of the movie. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, good or bad, but I'd like them to be constructive. Don't just tell me I suck and should never write again. Give me pointers. If no one really wants to read this, I won't continue it. So I hope you guys like reading it as much as I liked writing it.