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Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man, X-Men, Avengers, or any other Marvel verse property. I also don't make any money from writing this. All I do is wile away my free time kicking things around inside my head. It's a mess up there.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man, or Phillip Phillips. I make no money off of anything, especially this story. Blah, blah, whips away.
Chapter 14: A Step Out
“Hold on to me as we go. As we roll down this unfamiliar road. and though this wave is stringing us along, just know you’re not alone.” Home Phillip Phillips
“What is that?” Tony watched Four unpack a box the new assistant had brought down that morning.
She shuffled around through the packing material for a moment and then pulled out a small bag. Four sat it on the desk next to a wicked looking needle. “It’s a microchip injector and a GPS capable microchip,” she answered. “Thanks for bringing it down, Miss. Kaston.”
Miss. Kaston, the new assistant, murmured some reassurance it wasn’t a problem and then went back to trying to get Tony to sign something. “Just leave it on the desk. I’ll take a look at it later,” he told her waving a hand. He saw the young brunette purse her lips in disapproval but follow his orders.
“Mr. JARVIS,” Four called. “Have you finished machining those implants I asked for?”
Tony hovered over Four’s shoulders. “Implants?” He questioned a bit warily. What the hell was Four up to?
“Yes, Miss. Maddix.”
“Awesome.” Four spun out of her chair and walked over to the fabrication area. “Points to the Candyman.”
Tony turned to follow her and was a bit shocked the assistant was still there. “Is there something else, Miss. Kaston?”
She smiled at him. “No, Mister Stark.”
Why was the woman still there then? “In that case you’re free to go.” He watched Four come back to her desk with a set of tiny metal pieces on a tray.
“Do you require anything else?” The assistant asked.
Seriously. She was still around? Tony was starting to regret hiring her. The woman was in the way. “Nope. Good here,” he clipped and moved around her to the side work table where Four was setting up.
After the security door closed Tony looked up from the tray of metal to see Four watching him. “What?” He asked.
Four grinned at him. “Can I help you Mr. Stark?” She gave a faux pout and purred. “Is there anything else you need Mr. Stark?”
Tony blinked a few times, because yeah, that still got him going a bit. “You don’t think she’s gonna work out?” Why hadn’t he asked this woman out on a date when he had the chance?
“One of two things will happen. A, she’ll be completely ineffectual at her job, because you need a minder not an assistant and that woman has no steel. Or B, she’ll try to sleep with you and Miss. Potts will have to fire her.”
“Harsh, Four. I do not have sex with everyone,” Tony defended. He didn’t. Not for quiet awhile now.
Four reached over and patted him on the side. “Oh I know you don’t,” she assured, “But in this case I think she’ll be hunting you. I caught her staring at your crotch for at least fifteen seconds.”
He could feel his eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”
“Yup, I counted.” That cheeky grin was back. Damn it. He had the perfect opening with her the day before and he choked. He just, damn, he did not want to screw this up with her. They had something really good going on between them. Tony took a moment to wonder if it was worth jeopardizing their friendship to try for something more.
Four bent over to grab a box of supplies from by her desk. Yes. Tony decided. Yes it was. He shook himself out of his staring before she caught him. Four brought the box back over to the work table and set it down, unpacking some swabs, gloves, and a bottle of alcohol.
“What are you doing?” Tony finally grabbed her hands to still her in hopes of getting an explanation.
She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “Hear me out.” Tony nodded. He could do that. “All of that,” she freed a hand and gestured to the area of the lab that now also housed her backpack suit, “Can be detected. It’s obvious I’m wearing it. This,” she pointed to the tray of what looked like tiny metal grains of rice, “Will fly under the radar.”
“You’re thinking of injecting yourself with little metal pieces?” Tony had to say it out loud because, yeah, it sounded a little crazy.
Four nodded her head. “Yes.” Tony opened his mouth but before he could speak she continued on. “They’re medical grade titanium. The microchip is encased in silicate glass. It’s perfectly safe. There have been entire companies who have chipped their employees as part of building security. I did my research.”
Tony took a moment to mull that over. “I get the GPS enabled chip, but you’re talking about putting metal in your body with the intention of ripping it back out.”
“Yeah,” she said slowly and he watched her brow furrow. “But that’s a last case scenario. I’m just saying, everything else can be detected or taken away.” She held up her hand when he started to argue again. “I’m not thinking about being unconscious now. You covered that nicely. Thank you.” His mind flipped back to the quick kiss she gave him yesterday. “I’m just trying to cover all my bases. This is what I was working on before you brought me in on the suit.” she explained.
“I want to see your research,” he demanded.
She tugged on his hand, which was still in hers, and lead him back to her desk. Four took a moment to roll the chair out of the way and then leaned forward to call up several files on her screen. Tony let his eyes slide down the curve of her shoulders and back. She took a step away and waved her hand. “There you go.”
He narrowed his eyes and read through the files while Four stood with her hip propped against the desk beside him. Tony typed a few commands and then asked, “JARVIS?”
“Miss. Maddix’s plan is a viable solution with no recorded medical side effects. The extent of trauma by removal would depend on the position she implanted the devices.”
Tony hummed to himself. “What position has the least possibility of lasting trauma, J?”
“Subdermal implantation in the arm between shoulder and elbow, or leg between hip and knee, would leave minimal scarring upon removal.”
He turned toward Four and reached out to tug on her belt loop. “Scarring, Four,” he pointed out. Tony dropped a hand to drum his fingers on her desk. The concept was sound. It was something he would do in her situation. Why did it bother him?
She gave him a little self depreciating smile. “A few marks on my skin are a million times better than ever being in a position to need a way out, and not having it. It’s a break glass in case of FUBAR.”
A flash of anger passed through him at the thought of her in that situation. Oh, that was why.
“Alright,” he conceded. “JARVIS agrees. It seems sound.”
She let her breath out in a whoosh. “Good,” she pressed her lips together, “Because I need your help implanting them.”
“What?” Tony yelped.
“The angle is wrong for me to do it well. I want to put them in a line down the back of either side of my arms.” She held her arm up and demonstrated where she wanted the implants. “I can do the GPS chip, it’s just going in my hand.”
He continued to look at her like she was crazy. She wanted him to stick her with that big needle a bunch of times?
“Look,” she placated. “If you don’t want to that’s okay.”
Tony cut her off. “You are not doing this on your own.” He sighed. He’d had such pleasant thoughts earlier too. “You want to do this now?”
“Yes, please,” she answered.
Tony followed her back to the work top and waited while she hopped up to sit on it. “You gonna take you top off?” He held in a grin when she blinked at him.
“I’m wearing a tank top.”
He titled his head a bit. “Worth a shot.”
She gave him an un-amused glare.
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“So, I think you owe me lunch,” Tony claimed.
It’d taken them about an hour to get all nine of the implants in. Even with the local anesthetic it was not a fun process. She could imagine how painful it would be to have to pull them out.
Tony had hesitated so much she’d finally yelled at him to ’just stick it in already.’ That had resulted in further delays as he’d broken into nervous laughter.
“Considering you’re the one that did the sticking, shouldn’t you owe me food?” She asked throwing away the last swab and hopping down from the work top.
“Normally, maybe,” he conceded. “In this case, no. You traumatized me.” He gave her a wounded look from where he sat nearby.
“Mr. JARVIS can you give me a scan and see if everything looks to be sitting right?”
Tony and her both turned to watch the scan of her body show up on the screen across from them. Nine tiny pinpoints lit up, four in the back of each upper arm and one in the webbing between her thumb and first finger on her left hand.
“The implants appear to be sitting well and swelling is minimal. GPS coordinates are transmitting. However, your blood pressure is slightly elevated.”
“Yeah I bet. That hurt about as much as I expected it to.” From the corner of her eye she saw Tony lean forward and examine the backs of her arms. “Thank you Mr. JARVIS.”
“You are quite welcome, Miss. Maddix.”
“So,” he traced a gentle finger along the side of her arm. “Lunch?”
Forge pursed her lips. “Well, since we are both actually clean for once, I suppose I could feed you in public.” It’d be nice to get out of the house. “Do you think that’s safe?”
“I think if you wear the backpack and I bring the suit we could hazard some time out.” Tony gave her a bit of a grin. “I know a good place on the waterfront,” he tempted.
Forge crossed her arms. Ouch that hurt. She dropped them again. “Shouldn’t I get to pick the restaurant, since I’m taking you to lunch?”
“But I’m your date,” Tony looked up at her. “You should want to please me,” he teased.
“This is a date now?” she asked raising an eyebrow.
She watched Tony suck on his cheek a bit. “Maybe. A casual date,” he murmured.
Well, Forge thought, an actual date with Tony. That was risky. There was a lot at stake if things went wrong between them. Forget Miss. Potts having to fire Miss. Kaston. She would have to fire Forge. Was it worth possibly turning into another notch on the man’s bedpost?
“You sure you wanna do that?” She asked carefully. “Things could get kind of tangled. It could be bad.” she warned. It could be bad, like Forge ending up on her own again bad.
Forge was momentarily shocked when she realized the idea of going out on her own didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would.
She was distracted from her epiphany by Tony’s throat bobbing a bit. Was he actually nervous? “It could be good,” he ventured softly.
Yeah. “It could be,” she agreed. He gave her that pretty smile that Forge totally blamed the start of her attraction on. Damn man could be charming when he wasn’t trying to be.
“Then yeah. A casual date. Just lunch.” He seemed to gain some traction back after a moment. “That you take me to because you traumatized me,” he joked.
Forge took a deep measured breath. “Okay.” She gave him a tentative smile. “This restaurant you’re so keen on. Dress code?”
“Casual, ah,” he corrected himself, “Dressy casual.” Tony was watching her with those coffee colored eyes.
“Then uh,” she brushed some loose hair out of her face nervously, “We should get changed and meet back in twenty minutes.” He nodded and stood up. “You’re driving though,” she demanded, “My arms hurt like hell.”
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Forge glanced at the clock and then looked her attire over again. Slim fit black slacks and a white tank top with a sage colored three quarter sleeve over shirt. She put on the only set of heels she’d brought with her and combed her hair out. The length of it swung in waves down to touch her lower back. It’d been a long time since Forge had worn her hair down. She slipped a hair band on her wrist just in case.
She chuckled a bit about meeting a date in the lab of the house they were both staying in. Going on a date with Tony Stark could be either really good, or really bad. Knowing Captain Catastrophe, it would probably be both.
When she walked down the stairs Tony was waiting near the suits dressed in slacks and a nice button up shirt. He’d freshly trimmed his goatee and Forge took a moment to notice how different he looked than when he was three days in the lab with crazy hair. She knew she was in trouble when she realized she liked him both ways equally. The man was handsome. There was no denying that.
She watched his lips part when he saw her and he took a few steps towards her.
“Hi,” he breathed, one hand coming up around her side to gently run his fingers through her loose hair. “I like this. A lot.”
Georgia found the courage the quip back, “I’m glad I have you’re approval.”
His brows went up. “Oh, you do.” His gaze ran down her body and lingered on her heels.
She could feel herself start to blush a bit and had to remind herself this situation had nothing on the seat incident, which she was still sore about. She cleared her throat a bit. “So where are we going?”
Tony blinked a bit and swallowed before seeming to gather himself. “Backpack first,” he reminded. He turned a bit and reached behind him, picking up a wrist cuff. She went to reach around him to grab a piece but he grabbed her hand instead. There was a soft click and he slowly dropped her arm back to her side before grabbing the next piece.
When he squatted down to situate the pieces around her ankles she felt him lightly stroke her calf.
“Tony,” she called quietly. He raised his eyes to hers as he stood up. “Slow. Okay?”
Tony reached around her and handed her the backpack, then moved behind her and gathered her hair up in his hands. Once she had the backpack on he dropped her hair and reached around her to click the waist strap closed. “I can do slow,” he whispered into the back of her neck.
Forge swallowed at his closeness. She wasn’t sure if she believed him. His hand settled below the backpack, dangerously close to her ass, and he steered her toward his Audi.
He opened the door for her but took her hand when she sat down. Before he closed the door he kissed the ball of her thumb. Something of her trepidation must have shown on her face because he reassured, “I can.”
Tony dropped her hand and closed the door. She watched him walk around and get into the driver’s seat. Yeah. What they were doing could be really good or really bad, and probably would be both. But sometimes Tony had good ideas. Georgia was finding out the world didn’t scare her as much as it had in the past. She thought the people who stuck with her, who’s words always rattled around her head, would be proud of that.
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