I'm With You (Female Reader) Chapter 4
Summary: Tony is in trouble and Y/n plans to go against Fury's orders to help him.
A/N: This is my flop era
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They had her working a lot and always teamed up with Steve and Natasha going on regular S.H.I.E.L.D. missions to shut down operations that posed a threat. On her off days, she would help Tony design new Mark prototypes. She was concerned about his health considering that he didn't seem like he had been getting much sleep but instead of pressing him on the issue, she just tried to be there for him in any way that she could be. She couldn’t fully process what happened that day and she could only imagine what he had been going through.
Pepper and Y/n would compare notes on what Tony tells either of them because they both knew they weren't getting the full truth out of him. In fact they were barely getting any truth out of him, he thought it was better that he keep most of his secrets to himself. But Y/n knew that whatever he was doing wasn't good for him. She would leave when they were only halfway through working on a suit and return to find that one finished and him tinkering with another. The last idea she left him with was what if they had alternative ways to call suits onto them. Then she went on her mission.
It was a longer mission than most but once it was over she felt a huge sense of accomplishment. Even celebrated with a certain redheaded agent the night before they had to return to headquarters. Things between them were complicated but Y/n enjoyed every moment that Natasha allowed and never complained. Not that she had anyone to complain to, she was still too afraid to come out of the closet.
Once they returned, Y/n passed one of the rooms filled with monitors. A headline caught her eye and she had to check it out. Tragedy was on the news. Y/n watched her childhood home be destroyed with the headline that Tony Stark, the Iron Man, was dead. She couldn't believe her eyes. She returns from a long mission and this was the first thing she sees? It looked to be a few days old. Fury waltzed in right behind her to elaborate on the news. Except he didn't instantly make his presence known when he noticed the way Natasha held onto Y/n for support. He shook his head and considered if they were breaking any rules but none came to mind. So he decided to ignore it for the time being.
"He calls himself the Mandarin. After an attack that put Harold Hogan in critical condition in the hospital, Tony thought it was wise to threaten the terrorist. Which resulted in this, I am sorry agent Stark." Fury says as he walks into Y/n's view. Natasha subtly let's go of her co-workers hand, Y/n understands and doesn't try to reach for her.
"Is-Is Happy doing better?" Y/n struggles to speak.
"The last I've heard is that he remains unconscious but he is stable."
"There hasn't been much word from or on her but there's no evidence to suggest that she didn't survive the attack. I suggest you go to your living quarters and take a break. Don't do anything rash, Y/n. Take my advice and get some rest." Y/n nodded dutifully and walked out of the room. Natasha wanted to follow but didn't want to give the relationship status away. "Aren't you going to go comfort her?" Fury said knowing and almost teasing.
"I—" she sighed. She knew better than to try and hide anything from Nick. Natasha hurried after Y/n but the former soldier moved fast and was close to her temporary room. When Natasha did catch up, Y/n was pacing the room. "You're not going to rest are you?"
"How could I? That monster is still out there!" Y/n sits at the edge of her bed and throws her face into her hands frustrated that her mind is too cluttered with grief, worry, and anxiety to think straight. She did need to rest but by then it might've been too late. If only she was a computer then she wouldn't have to worry about annoying things such as emotions. "That's it!" She springs up and goes to the locker in the room with her belongings. She digs through her bag and finds her cell phone dead. "Damnit," she shakes her and is about to smash the device on the ground but Natasha catches her wrist before she could.
"Woah there, didn't you pack a charger?"
"Right, a charger!" Y/n goes digging through her bag once again and sets the phone to charge.
"So what was the epiphany that led you to your phone?" Natasha asked as she rubbed small circles on Y/n's back in hopes to soothe the girl she was sort of seeing.
"Jarvis. The only other thing that my uncle relies on more than himself is Jarvis."
"I'm surprised you didn't bring your suit in here with you."
"I tried. I guess Fury saw to it that Rumlow and a few other agents took it off of my hands." Y/n continues to stare at the blinking battery waiting for it to let her turn on the damn thing. "I probably shouldn't have reset it to it's suitcase form before walking in the building."
"You couldn't have known," Natasha says softly. “Wait. Why didn’t Jarvis warn you about all of this before you took off the suit?”
“Because I’ve been developing my own software just in case Tony ever decides to use Jarvis against me again. So my suit, along with the new S.H.I.E.L.D paint job, has a different intelligence system." Y/n tries to turn on the phone but it still refuses to.
"Oh? Does this one have a name?" Natasha moves her hand up to Y/n's hair to try and distract her from the phone and possible racing thoughts in her friend's head.
"No, I haven't figured out what to call her yet."
She raises a brow and stops her hand, "It's a she?"
This takes Y/n's attention and she smirks up at Natasha. "What? Jealous?"
"No, why would I be jealous of a faceless voice?"
“Probably because I have a more defined relationship with her than I have with you.”
“She doesn't even have a name, how great can that relationship be?”
“Fair point, but I bet if I woke up next to her, she wouldn’t kick me out without so much as a goodmorning.”
“That only happened a few times, when are you going to let it go?”
“First of all, it happened this morning. But I’m only giving you a pass this time because we were running late. Second, I will let it go when you stop being afraid to answer the question of: ‘What are we?’” Y/n winks before turning her attention back to the phone. Natasha shakes her head and removes herself from Y/n. She turns around again. "Hey, I'm sorry. Don't leave, I was just kidding."
"You're going to need your suit when you get the information out of Jarvis. Leave that up to me," she leans over and gives Y/n a lingering kiss on the cheek before leaving the room. Y/n closed her eyes as she received the kiss and when she opened them Natasha was gone. She smiled to herself then went back to staring at the damn blinking battery.
Shortly after, the door opens again. “Wow that was fast,” she looks up expecting her friend but instead finds two agents she is unfamiliar with. “Uh can I help you guys?” One quickly throws a black bag over Y/n’s head and she fights back. Kicking and throwing punches she is able to get the guy and the bag off of her. She knocks the other one down by hitting him over the head with her stool. He is only down for a few seconds. She would have escaped if the guy with the bag hadn’t tackled her to the bed. Two more guys show up and Y/n is able to free herself to continue to fight all four of them. That is until one of them pins her down to the floor and another injects her with something, making everything go black. Natasha returns a few minutes later to the empty room with the suit. Rumlow was being difficult about handing it over but she was able to pull rank. Much to his dismay.
“Y/n?” She calls out, ignoring the obvious evidence of a struggle. Natasha goes straight to Fury to inform him of Y/n’s disappearance. “Agent Stark is missing.”
“Let me guess, she couldn’t help herself and decided to chase after the terrorist,” he says tiredly.
“But what? Let her be, she should know what she is doing.”
“But she left without her phone and her suit. And judging by the state of her room, she didn’t leave willingly.”
“Excuse me?” Fury stands from his desk and rushes to Y/n’s room to find the phone cracked on the floor. Charger ripped from the wall. The stool at her desk tipped over and the files on the desk strewn about. It was quite a scene. “Why didn’t she have her suit?”
“Did you not have Rumlow confiscate it?” Natasha asks.
“Does that sound like something I would do?” They move out of the room to go through the security cameras. Meanwhile, Y/n is in an unmarked vehicle being transported to an untraceable aircraft.
Y/n wakes up strapped to a gurney in a room with only one light pointed straight at her face. “Hello?” Her voice is hoarse from its lack of use. How long have I been asleep? “Where am I?” She tries to look around but it’s difficult.
“Greetings Miss Stark. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.”
“Who?” She looks around to search for the source of the voice but finds nothing. “Do I know you?”
“No, but I know a lot about you.”
“Listen, if this is about money, I’m sure we can work this out.” Y/n offers as she struggles against her restraints. “My father is dead, which means I now have access to a whole lot of it.”
“My apologies, we had to keep you asleep for a few days while we moved you around. Your adoptive father, Anthony Stark is alive and well. Doesn’t even know about your disappearance yet.” He clicks through the live surveillance footage he has as he talks through the loud speaker. “But that show clown in red, white and blue and that very pretty Russian girl are searching for you. Only thing is, they won’t find you until I want them to. And by then, you’ll probably be dead.”
She wanted to be relieved by this news but she felt that showing any emotion could be a sign of weakness. So she focuses on other things.“Probably?”
“Would you rather it be a certain death?”
“Well no, but I’m not really one to wait to find out and since I don’t have access to google. I’m going to need you to spoil the ending for me, okay?”
Strucker is taken aback by Y/n’s personality. She is definitely much calmer than he expected a spoiled kid, raised in a mansion in California, like her to be. He finds it unsettling. “I can’t guarantee anything but I have plans for you and hopefully you survive them.”
“Alright then, can I get some water, maybe a sandwich? I don’t have any food allergies, but I’m sure you know that from whatever stolen files you have on me.”
“Why are you so calm?”
“Because I’m an Avenger. I have a team, a dysfunctional team, but a team nonetheless. They will find me and I will be waiting for them.”
“It’s not going to be a pleasant wait.”
“I can take it,” Y/n settled comfortably against the bed and closed her eyes to think of her happy place.
“Oh we’ll see about that,” Strucker flips a switch that electrocutes his hostage. He turns the dial up until she gives in and he grins at the sound of her screams.
Fury paces his office watching the security footage of the attack over and over again. “It has been ten days since they took Y/n.” He stops and turns to the people in the room. “How the hell am I supposed to inform Tony Stark that we lost his daughter on Christmas!” He shouts at Maria Hill, Natasha, and Steve. They are his top secret rescue team for the time being. Fury hopes that they can find her before he has to go to Tony with the information. “What do we have?”
“Agent Rumlow was spotted entering the van that took agent Stark and has been missing ever since.” Agent Hill states as she uses the remote to show the video proof. “And in the attack, agent Stark managed to knock off a vital piece of information from one of the fake agents. This pin has a discrete Hydra symbol.” Steve leans over his knees as the image is enhanced. “Which means we are dealing with a bigger issue than we initially thought. There could be more Hydra members that are part of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
The screen returns to the attack. Fury was kind enough to cut out the moment between Natasha and Y/n, deleting it from everything but a flash drive that he gifted to her. She clutched it in her hand as she watched the person she cared about fight for her life. At the moment she was kicking herself for not letting Y/n all the way in. She deserved so much better than what she was getting. “Are there any known locations that they could have taken her?” Natasha asks. Nobody has an answer yet.
“I can still map out their old bases. It’s not much but it's a start,” Steve offers. He was angry and sad. He liked Y/n, she was his friend and these days he didn’t have many. “We’ll get her back,” he promises.
Tony Stark’s face appears in the corner of the projected image as an incoming call and Fury sighs. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep dodging these calls. Hill, find out who else is part of Hydra and interrogate them. Bring Romanoff with you for backup. Rogers, make your map and keep in touch with these two. I will hold off Stark for as long as I can.” The rest of them leave as Fury answers the call.
“Hey there, one-eyed Willie,” Fury is unamused by the nickname. “I have a problem, see I got Y/n a present and I can’t seem to reach her. Is there any chance you could tell me where she is? Surely she would have finished her mission by now.”
“She did, but we had to send her on another one.”
“Really? That’s funny, do you always kidnap your agents when you send them on a mission?” He holds up the video that Jarvis managed to capture before the phone got damaged. It took him a few days to find it and decipher what it was exactly and when he did, he didn’t know what to do about it.
Fury shakes his head. “Stark, listen––”
“Oh, I’m listening. What the hell happened to my daughter, Nick?”
“We’re trying to find out. In the meantime, I need you to break into our system again and look for any files that seem suspicious. Possibly connected to Hydra.”
“Hydra? Isn’t that gone?”
“Apparently not, we think they are the ones that took Y/n. So if you could help, we could definitely use it.”
“I’m on it,” Tony hangs up the phone and clutches his chest as the anxiety rises. He couldn’t lose Y/n this way. All he has ever done is try to protect the people that he loves and cares about. Then he is reminded that not everything is under his control. “Jarvis, hack into S.H.I.E.L.D’s files. We need to catch these sons of bitches before they hurt Y/n.”