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The Forge	By : IndigoMiko Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Iron Man (all) > Iron Man (all) Views: 1688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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. I also don’t own Ed Sheeran. Once again I make no money from writing this tiny bit of fiction.
Chapter 23: The End
“Settle down with me. Cover me up. Cuddle me in.” Kiss Me Ed Sheeran
The kids were turning out to be a problem. Four had spent the first twenty minutes cloistered in the back of the quinjet in whispered conversation with the siblings. She managed to find out that the two of them were effectively orphans. Once they manifested their powers their family had kicked them out. They’d been living on the streets when Volek had picked them up.
“It happens,” Four said, zipping the SHIELD issue jacket closed. “It’s easy for people to be afraid of you once they know what you can do.”
Tony read a world in that casual statement. He thought about how Four had told him she’d been raised by her Uncle after fleeing her alcoholic mother. He remembered how she’d asked him if he was frightened.
After that there’d been an argument with Romanoff, and then Fury. The agents had orders to bring everyone in for a debrief. Four refused to take the kids to the helicarrier.
“I’m taking them to the best place for them, and if you won’t give us a ride I will force this jet down and fucking walk,” she swore.
Barton had piped in with a, “They’re just kids ‘Tasha.”
That was when Fury was called.
“Listen up Mad-Eye Moody. I know we’re on threat level constant vigilance and all, but let me explain why you don’t want to get tangled in mutant affairs.”
At Four‘s casual disrespect Tony had giggled. It was slightly hysterically but he blamed it on the adrenaline leaving his system. The back and forth between her and Fury had lasted only ten minutes. In the end Four got her way.
About an hour later they were landing on the lawn of a large estate. Four had shushed him as they got close and told him she was ‘concentrating on knocking.’ Tony had no idea what that meant.
When the ramp lowered she asked the Agents to stay put, but allowed Tony to come out with her. He followed her out quickly, unwilling to have her out of his sight so soon after getting her back.
On the lawn of the estate were a strange collection of people. A red haired woman, a man with a visor on, a shorter man with hair that stuck up, a woman with white hair, and a bald man in a wheel chair greeted them.
“Jean Luc,” Forge smiled at the man in the wheel chair. “You’ve added to your boy band.” She pointed to the shorter man and as an aside to Tony said, “He’s new.”
The new man growled at her.
“Don’t sass the metal bender, metal man,” she warned with an eyebrow raise smirk combo Tony was pretty sure she‘d picked up from him.
“Georgia,” the guy in the wheel chair broke in. “Do you require medical assistance?”
Tony looked over and catalogued the blood and general grime on her hands and face again. She did look rough and probably shouldn’t be up wandering around. But the woman could be stubborn.
As if to prove his thoughts Four waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll get myself patched up in a minute. My ride is a bit miffed by the detour, so best get business out of the way quickly.” She turned back to Tony and warned, “When this night is over I am going to drink all the alcohol.”
Tony smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, careful not to jostle her injured arms. These people made him nervous, especially the visor guy. You couldn’t see his eyes. “Got you covered, Honey,” he joked.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Stark,” Jean Luc held out his hand.
Four’s eyebrows went up and she straightened her shoulders before stepping out of his grip. “Tony meet Professor Xavier,” she waved a hand at the man in the wheelchair. “He runs the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.”
Tony took a few steps forward and shook the man’s hand. He had a feeling this was an important introduction. “Professor,” he greeted. “Nice place,” he quipped looking around the manicured lawn.
Before anyone else could introduce themselves Four cut back in. “I have two kids here who need somewhere to grow up.”
Xavier raised an eyebrow before frowning. A moment a silence hung in the air before the older man frowned. “Oh,” he said solemnly.
Tony had a feeling there were a lot of things going unspoken but still communicated. He didn’t know how that worked.
“Yeah,” Four drawled bitterly. Tony moved back to her side and laid his palm against her back. “It’s been a bad night all around. They deserve someplace they can feel safe for as long as they want it.” She turned back to the jet and called out, “Hey Hugh, Abby, you guys ready to rock and roll?”
The brunette siblings hesitantly walked down the ramp, eying the people around them. The orange eyed girl, and that also freaked Tony out a bit but in a science-y what-caused-that kind of way, turned to Four. “Are you sure it’s safe here?”
Four made a face. “No place is one hundred percent safe, kid. But this place is better than most.” She turned back to the group of what Tony just realized were mutants. “Hugh and Abby, meet Professor Charles Xavier. He runs a school here full of people with unique talents.”
“And you don’t live here?” The boy, Hugh, asked a bit sarcastically.
“Cheeky,” she smirked back, “I like it,” she declared. “I am however, a bit old to live at a school.”
“Plus you’re with him,” he pointed back to Tony.
Four sighed and rolled her eyes. “Ferals,” she muttered. Tony noticed the slight blush on her face and wondered what it meant. “Mind you’re nose kid or I’ll plug your nostrils, leave you here, and let them figure out how to fix you.”
The kid dropped his snotty teenager look as his eyes widened. “You can do that?” His voice raised a bit.
“Where you paying attention at all tonight?” Four’s smile was a little toothy. Tony could feel his own lips quirking in appreciation.
“Yes, well,” Xavier interrupted again. He had a little grin on his face too. Tony had the feeling this man had dealt with Four in full sarcasm mode before. “If you two would like, we would be happy to extend a place to you here.”
“You guys good with that?” She raised her eyebrows at the siblings. “Place to stay, finish your education, learn to be kick ass?” Four asked. The two kids nodded hesitantly. “Off you go then,” she finished.
The two began to walk toward the group, before the girl stopped as she passed Four, and grabbed her hand. “Thank you,” Tony noted her voice was still a little rough.
A slow smile lit Four‘s face, and Tony thought her eyes might have been a little shiny. “You are very welcome, Abby.”
Four suddenly raised a hand and a pen flew out of the quinjet. She flipped the girl’s hand in hers and wrote down a quick series of numbers. “Feel free to call. And keep in mind what we talked about. As long as you don‘t run from it the world will give you what you need.” She dropped the girl’s hand, stuck the pen through her bra strap, and made a shoo gesture. “Go on with you now before you make me all weepy.”
The girl grinned but walked forward and joined the group of mutants.
Tony saw the man in the wheelchair give Four a fond look. “You have a place here too, Georgia,” Xavier opined.
“Nah,” Four leaned back against Tony. “Sorry Jean Luc. I’ve done you one better.”
The bald man smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Under the scrutiny of the others, Four spun on her toes, tossed a wave over her shoulder and dragged Tony back to the jet. “Let’s go people. You are cutting into my drinking time. Also, I feel like I deserve ice cream. Do you think Shaft! would be mad if I ate a sundae while we debriefed?”
Tony couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He was pretty sure he loved the crazy woman.
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It was amazing what you could do when you had money and you were Tony Stark. Two days after the events in Pennsylvania SHIELD had finished the survey of Tony’s house. Not that the man let them inside his house, but they got to poke around the grounds and dispose of the bodies. They also got to keep the bits of the energy weapon they found after Tony played with them.
Tony had done a thorough scrub of the Xenix Foundation mainframe and performed some redaction before sending the last of the files on. In that time he had also had his assistant contract a construction company. By the Tuesday after FUBAR happened the house was busy with workers. Not that Forge and Tony had noticed much. They were both down in the lab. Forge had even convinced Tony to give her inflatable Coleman a try.
Volek and his tiny piece of the island of Dr. Moreau had also been swept up by SHIELD. Volek’s second Bronson was off being locked up in some SHIELD prison and when the news broke about mad science KoleTech’s stocks had momentarily tanked. The Expo remained, thankfully, free of second acts of crazy.
The man in the iron eye patch had brought up the Avengers initiative. After running from fake SHIELD agent Fischer, and training with real Agent Pretty, Forge had opted in for the same deal as Tony. She now consulted, rarely, with SHIELD. Of course Natasha and the greenhorn both knew to call her if they got in a tight spot. She owed them solids.
Over a month had passed and Forge was glad to see that all of her various cuts and bruises were healed up. It was a good thing. She was going out of her way to wear a dress that night and scraped up arms would not have matched.
Somehow she and Tony had skipped over the living apart stage of the relationship. Maybe it was because they were living together at the start. Now most of Forge’s clothes were in Tony’s room. She even had a toothbrush in there and didn’t get all shirty when he touched it.
Sometimes she wondered if they were moving too fast. Most of the time she just said fuck it. She enjoyed being with someone who didn’t complain when she was two days working on a car and understood all her nicknames.
There was one large problem yet to be solved however. That night was Rhodey’s birthday and the big reveal of his car. It meant that Forge’s contract with Tony was over and she needed to get back to her shop and Hay. Both of which were in New York.
They hadn’t really discussed it yet. She’d tried to bring it up a few times but Tony had just said not to worry about it. So Forge had put it off to work on finishing the car, tinkering with the suits, and just enjoying being with Tony.
“You about ready?” The man stepped out of his closet adjusting the tie on his suit. Really? A suit to a birthday party? Whatever.
“Just about,” she fussed trying to put her hair up with a clip.
Tony walked up behind her and grabbed the clip from her hand, tossing it on the bed. “Leave it down?” He requested, kissing her shoulder.
“Down hair doesn’t really go with this dress,” Forge complained.
He smirked at her with that little glint in his eye that meant doom. “Who cares? I like it.”
“That is the title card of your life, isn’t it?” She joked.
“Pretty much,” he admitted happily. He laced his fingers with hers and tugged. “Come on. We wait much longer we’re gonna miss Rhodey’s girly squeal when he sees the Mustang.”
“You’re the one who wouldn’t leave me alone when I was trying to get dressed,” she pointed out, turning into his arms.
He gave her the small version of his pretty smile. “I like you undressed,” he pulled her forward and kissed her.
Forge hummed. “Girly squeal,” she reminded. It took another five minutes to get him to head out of the bedroom.
Later that night, when Rhodey saw the car, he didn’t exactly squeal. It was more like a muffled whine. It was still kind of girly. Forge laughed anyway.
Even later, after everyone had finally left and it was more morning than night, Forge laid in the circle of Tony’s arms. The light from the arc reactor reflected off the windows and illuminated their faces.
“So, New York,” Tony said it like a segue and she wondered if they were finally going to get down to talking about it.
“Yeah,” Forge agreed. She kissed his chest near his shoulder.
Tony played with a strand of her hair. “You know technically you could do your job from anywhere.”
Forge made a considering face, because yeah, she could. “True, but then what would I do with Hay and the shop?”
“Satellite space. You do one project, let your shop monkey have the other. Maybe he could build his own brand?”
“Hay is not a monkey,“ she reminded lazily. She ran her hands up his sides. “Maybe,” Forge agreed. Because yeah, Hay could totally handle that. But she wasn’t sure she was ready to give up having a physical garage like her Uncle Wall.
“Or,” Tony drew the word out, rubbing his hands down her back. Forge felt her brows furrow in confusion. She wasn’t following his train of thought.
“Are you going to keep me in suspense? Because that seems like a waste of a night, Captain C,” she quipped, tilting her face up to him.
“Or,” Tony began again, kissing her forehead. “You could move in with me,” he finished.
She blinked and took a moment to confirm he‘d said what she thought he had. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Forge started slowly, “But you live in California.”
He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I also happen to have a finished penthouse in New York. The commute to Brooklyn would be just awful,” he teased. “But I hear you can fly,” he drawled.
Forge felt her eyes narrow. “You want me to move into your penthouse?” She asked.
Tony nodded decisively. “Yes.”
“The one in that huge tower that is not yet finished,” she clarified.
“I’m pretty sure I just said the penthouse was finished,” he gave her a wry look. “If you don’t like the color scheme you can have the decorator change it,” he offered flippantly.
Forge hummed in consideration. “Let’s talk something that‘s more of a deal breaker.” He raised his eyebrows at her in question. “What’s the lab look like and can we take Dum-E? I think if we left him he’d get lonely.”
Tony chuckled and gave her that full sized pretty, pretty smile.

The End.
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Well that’s that. There is a possibility I may write a sequel to this. I have the first chapter roughed out, but then got distracted by another story line.
Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, and followed. Hope you enjoyed my little dalliance with the Iron Man universe. ~Tora
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