A shrill beeping from Tony's phone wakes you both.
And for the first time, you wake up with Tony Stark.
Bolting upright, startled by the loud alarm, you clutch the sheets to your chest as Tony leans over and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
"Bingo," he grumbles with a smile, leaping from bed and rushing over to his closet, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, not even bothering with boxers, before tossing the same to you.
"What the hell is going on?" you yawn, rubbing your eyes.
"Our ghost is in the system. They're nibbling at our bait let's go," Tony grunts eagerly.
Suddenly wide awake, you pull on the clothes Tony tossed your way. Grabbing your phone you chase after Tony as he dashes through his apartment to the elevator. He holds the door for you, and you slip in as the elevator travels down to the lab.
After the adrenaline rush in the apartment, you take a second to catch your breath as the elevator slowly descends.
Suddenly you feel a warmth in your right hand. Tony's fingers slip through yours and he gives it a gentle squeeze. You look down at your intertwined hands as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"Good morning," he says in a gruff morning voice.
"Morning," you answer, your cheeks growing rosy as you grapple with the strange feeling in your chest. The one that shouts simultaneously "closer" and "danger".
The moment the lift opens, Tony pulls you out and barges through the glass doors to the lab - all of the glass panels still frosted.
"All right let's see what we've got," Tony says, booting up his system.
You hover behind Tony, a single hand on his shoulder as he watches various pings and dots and lines light up across the various screens and holograms in front of him.
"Come on, don't be shy," he whispers.
"What are we looking for," you ask.
Tony points at a glowing icon on the screen to his right. "See that?" he asks. You nod. "We want that to disappear."
You both wait with baited breath, your eyes glued to the little icon. Several long minutes go by, and you begin to lose interest when Tony suddenly tenses.
"Yes! Right this way...follow the breadcrumbs, Hansel," he mumbles, leaning forward in his chair.
Your eyes scan the screen, looking for what he's seeing. But between all the flashing lights and symbols you can't tell what it is he's looking at. But he's growing excited.
"Close...so close...YES!" Tony shouts, pushing back and spinning victoriously in his office chair.
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Your eyes flit to the glowing icon...and it's gone.
"They took it?!" you ask excitedly.
Tony stands from his chair and picks you up around the waist, hungrily catching you in an enthusiastic kiss before setting you down.
"They took it," says Tony, a glimmer of dark playfulness in his eyes.
"So what happens when they open it?" you ask.
"They'll get a message. From me. Letting them know I want to help."
"When will we know if they open it?" you question.
"When we get a response," Tony says, sitting back down in his chair and pulling you into his lap. You swing your legs over his thighs as you lean your head on his shoulder.
"And if we don't get a response?" you ask quietly.
"Then they either don't trust me, or they figured out it's a honeypot and didn't open it. In either case we'll have to figure out a Plan C."
"So now we wait?"
"Now we wait," Tony nods.
You spend the next several hours in the lab with Tony. Between cuddling and the kissing there is plenty of pacing and worrying. You trade ideas and consider what might happen if you get no response. Until your debate with Tony is interrupted.
"Tony, all I'm saying is that we might not be able to track Steve, but we might still be able to track the girl he's with. She's more likely to slip up. Make a call. Visit family. We could still find her," you argue.
"Not if she's with Steve," Tony counters. "He'll have her on lockdown."
"No," you say firmly. "He won't."
Tony glares at you suspiciously. But you remember the look that girl had in her eyes in the interrogation room. She has feelings for Steve. She's not his prisoner. And he's not her captor. She's with him willingly. You'd be willing to bet on it.
"Listen Doc, even if we put out feelers it wouldn't be fast enough for us to-"
"Mister Stark, you have a delivery as the front entrance of the Compound," FRIDAY interrupts.
You and Tony both look up at the ceiling, then at each other. You arch one brow, confused.
"Did you order something?" you ask.
"No," Tony says. "Did you?"
You deadpan. "Tony, why would I order something in your name?"
