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braveclementine · 1 year ago

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Mrs. Davis

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"The sandwich was fair, the spring was a little rusty, the rest of the materials, I'll make do." Tony said as he walked towards one of the alleyways, "By the way, when you said your sister had a watch-" He slid his sleeve up to show the kid the dora watch on his wrist.

"Yeah?"

"I was hoping for something a little more adult than that."

Harley laughed, "She's six! Anyways, it's a limited edition. When can we talk about New York?"

"Maybe never. Relax about it."

"What about the Avengers? Can we talk about them?"

"I dunno. Later. Hey, kid, give me a little space." Tony said, lightly pushing the kid.

Tony looked at the memorial that was in front of him. Most of it was lit by candles, with lots of small notes and presents around them. There were several black figures on the walls, as though they had been painted there. They reminded Tony of the stories of the eruption of Pompeii or the explosions in Nagasaki. Where the heat was so intense, people were blasted into nothing but shadows.

"What's the official story here? What happened?"

"I guess this guy named Chad Davis used to live roundabouts. He won a bunch of medals in the army. And one day, folks said he went crazy and made, you know, a bomb. Then he blew himself up, right here."

Tony touched the wall where the black was. There was nothing to feel as though there was paint. These weren't painted.

"Six people died, right?"

"Yes."

"Including Chad Davis?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Yeah. That doesn't make sense." Tony said after a moment, looking around. He sat down next to the kid, "Think about it. Six dead. Only five shadows."

"Yeah. People said these shadows are like the marks of souls going to Heaven. Except the bomb guy. He went to hell, on account of he didn't get a shadow. That's why there's only five."

Y/N would've liked that theory, Tony felt. "Do you buy that?"

"It's what everyone says."

There was some more silence as Tony contemplated everything in front of him.

"You know what this crater reminds me of?"

"No idea. I'm not- I don't care." Tony sighed.

"That giant wormhole in, um, in New York." Harley said with enthusiasm. "Does it remind you?"

"That's manipulative. I don't want to talk about it."

"Are they coming back? The aliens?"

"Maybe. Can you stop?" Tony asked, frustrated. He wished he wasn't like this, but he had never been good with kids. He knew subconsciously he was acting like his own father, but he was frustrated. He missed Y/N and Everleigh. He wasn't sure what was going on or anything that could help him find the Mandarin.

"Remember when I told you, that I have an anxiety issue?"

"Does this subject make you edgy?"

"Yeah, a little bit. Can I just catch my breath for a second?"

"Are there bad guys in Rose Hill? Do you need a plastic bag to breathe into? Do you have medication?"

"No." Tony breathed out.

"Do you need to be on it?"

"Probably."

"Do you have PTSD?"

"I don't think so."

"A-Are you going completely mental?" Tony huffed. "I can stop. Do you want me to stop?"

"Remember when I said to stop doing that? I swear that you're going to freak me out." Tony growled. Tony got to his feet, "Aw man, you did it, didn't you? You happy now?"

"What did I say?" Harley called after him. Tony ran away and Harley had to run to catch up with him. "Hey! Wait up!"

Tony ran and then slumped against the Stop sign, falling and sitting in the snow. "What the hell is that?" Harley asked as Tony pressed snow to his face. Tony took the snow and threw it as a snowball at Harley. "You're fault. You spazzed me out. Okay, back to business. Where were we? The guy who died. Relatives? Mom? Mrs. Davis, where is she?"

"Where she always is." Harley sighed.

"See? Now you're being helpful."

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Harley went home and Tony headed to the small town bar that Mrs. Davis would be at. Even as he crossed the street, he could hear the loud music playing from the bar. It was lit nicely with colourful Christmas lights and had a home-like feel for it.

As he went to enter the bar, he accidentally jolted shoulders with a woman as she walked past him. "Sorry." He said, before noticing that something had fallen out of her pocket. "Lady?" He bent down and picked it up. She turned back to him and he held it out, "Is this uh-"

"Thank you." She had a soft voice, very nice. Tony might've looked at her twice if he didn't have Y/N. She had a nice hair colour as well, and would've had a pretty face if it wasn't for the scars on her cheeks. Not that they made her ugly, just changed her.

"Nice haircut." He said to cover up the fact that he'd been staring, "It suits you."

"Nice watch." She said, nodding to the kid watch on his wrist.

"Yeah. A limited edition." He said.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." She smiled and Tony nearly kicked himself for liking her voice, "Well have a good evening."

Tony quickly turned, mentally berating himself. He was so happily married it was unbelievable. He really needed to get out of his playboy mentality. He could never hurt Y/N like that.

The bar was filled with mostly older men, sitting at the bar itself. The Sherriff was there as well, with his gun casually sitting in his holster.

The atmosphere was cheerful, farther back there were families sitting there instead. Some people had clearly been newly soulmated, with animals in laps or kneeling by their feet. Some children played in the corner as they waited for their meals.

Tony found Mrs. Davis sitting by herself, holding onto dogs tags. She had a folder on the table in front of her as well as an empty glass. He set his own down.

"Mrs. Davis? Mind if I join you?"

"Free country."

"Sure is."

"All right." She said, leaning back in her chair a little. For someone who was supposed to get drunk every night, she looked rather alert, "Where would you like to start?"

"I just want to say, I'm sorry about your loss. I want to know what you think happened." Tony said sincerely.

She stared at him for a moment, contemplating, and then looked away, picking up the file to put in front of him. "Look. I brought your damn file. You take it, go." She made a slow shooing motion with her hands. "Whatever was in here, he wanted no part of it."

Tony opened up the file and saw pictures of her son in his military garb in another country. "Clearly, you're waiting for someone else. Huh? Supposed to meet someone here?"

"Yeah." She said softly.

Tony lifted the pictures to scan the rest of the information in the folder. Names popped out at him, little bits of information. He closed the file and leaned forward, "Mrs. Davis, your son didn't kill himself. I guarantee you, he didn't kill anyone." She gave him a sharp look. "Someone used him."

"What?" She questioned.

"As a weapon."

She drew herself up and then leaned forward to whisper, "You're not the person that called me after all, are you?"

So maybe she was a little bit more drunk than he had thought. But still, from one alcoholic to another, he could admit that she was definitely not a lightweight.

Suddenly, an object was slammed on the table and the familiar voice from outside said, "Actually, I am."

Both him and Mrs. Davis looked down at the badge in front of them, before the lady nearly ripped Tony's arm off as she twisted it behind his back. His face hit the table harshly and he grunted. The commotion brought the attention of the others around the bar.

"What's all this about? What the hell is going on here?" Tony recognized the voice of the Sherriff who he had seen when he'd first come into the bar. Using his free hand, he quickly tucked the dog tags into his inside jacket pocket.

"It's called an arrest." The woman above him said, tightening the handcuffs. She tossed him out of his seat and onto the floor, "Sherriff, is it?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is. And you are?"

"Homeland Security. We good here?"

"No, we're not 'good.'" The Sherriff gave a short chuckle, "I need a little more information than that."

Tony watched the scenario in front of him while his back was against the brick wall. Who the hell was this woman?

"Well, I think it's a little above your pay grade, Sherriff." She smirked.

Tony motioned to Mrs. Davis, you took the note and leaned back in her chair, putting the file on the floor and sliding it under the counter.

"Yeah? Well why don't you get on the horn to Nashville and, uh, upgrade me?"

"All right. You know what? I was hoping to do this the smart way. But uh," She took a few steps towards the Sherriff and Tony watched with widening eyes as he saw her hand start to glow around her badge. "the fun way is always good."

"Deputy, get this woman out-"

He didn't get to finish as she shoved her arm forwards, the badge sizzling hot against the Sherriff's cheek. Screams erupted. She yanked her hand away and the Sherriff looked dazed, before she grabbed the gun and shot both him and deputy.

Tony got to his feet and ran, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He managed to make it out of the bar and looked behind himself.

"Hey, hot wings, you want to party? Come on, you and me, let's go." He knew she must've known who he was right off the bat. Tony was going to run one way, before recognizing the man that Happy had facetimed him about was getting out of the car. He tossed his coffee to the side, raising his eyebrows at Tony.

Tony decided it was time to go in a different direction.

He ducked behind a car and saw that there was a man laying on the road, "Crazy huh?"

"Yep."

Tony looked over his shoulder and then said, "Watch this."

He ran, ducking through a glass window. When he rolled back and then got to his feet, his hands were now in front of him. He watched through the window for a moment as someone from the bar ran up behind the lady with his personal gun to shoot her. She grabbed it from him, butting him with the end of it, before aiming it at Tony.

Tony didn't hesitate for a second, running and leaping over the counter of whatever store or shop he was in. He heard the sound of the shotgun going off and the shattering of glass.

He could see her taking off her jacket as she approached him, he could see through the bullet hole in the wood.

He got into a crouching position, sliding along the counter. He went to hide behind the pillar, before getting a jump scare as she was right next to him. She grabbed him, slamming him against the wall before punching him.

The two of them fought- well she fought. Tony was mostly getting kicked and punched around. Finally, his foot found leverage on one of the counters and he managed to get on the other side of the counter, while also bring the handcuffs around her throat so that her head was against the counter.

She started to glow and he pressed down tighter with the cuffs. When they melted, he went flying backwards and he had to shake them off to avoid getting burnt.

He quickly grabbed a jug of gasoline, kicking it through the doorway to the room that she was in, sliding the still flaming handcuff in as well. A well lit fire was going immediately. Tony immediately set up his next trap, knowing that she was going to just walk through the fire.

"You walked right into this one. I've dated hotter chicks than you." Tony smirked.

She burst through the doors, her clothes and skin singed, but she seemed as though it hadn't hurt her at all. As she got back to her feet she said, "That's all you got?" He pulled out the gasoline. "A cheap trick and a cheesy one-liner?"

"Sweetheart, that could be the name of my autobiography." Tony replied. He quickly ducked out the door, slamming it closed behind him. He hoped that the metal dog tags in the microwave would do the trick as fast as he needed it to.

He didn't have to wait long, ducking behind the ice box outside and heard and also felt the explosion. He looked around, hearing people's screams when he thought it was safe enough to look, and saw her body lying across the electrical wires on the telephone poles.

Good. It was what she deserved after killing those Police Officers.

Suddenly, Tony became aware of a loud creaking sound and looked around for the noise. It was the water tower, which the man was standing under, melting the metal that was keeping it from falling.

Tony quickly turned, running into the Christmas tree farm to get away from it.

Tony jumped, landing harshly in the grass before it fell around him. He held his breath as the water rushed over him for five long seconds, before it was gone. He gasped, the cold and the water combined making it even colder.

His foot was trapped in the metal works, and he twisted his ankle until he heard a familiar voice cry out, "Let me go!"

Harley?

"Help me!" A mocking voice cried.

He looked to see that Harley was over the man's shoulder, grunting.

"Anyway." The man said, sitting down on the chair and putting Harley on his knee, wrapping one arm around him, "Hey, kid, what would you like for Christmas?"

"Mr. Stark, I am so sorry." Harley cried as Tony tried to get himself free. There was no way that he was going to let this kid get hurt. Not after all that he'd done to help him.

"No, no, no. I think he was trying to say, 'I want my goddamn file.'"

"It's not your fault kid." Tony said. "Remember what I told you about bullies?"

It didn't take long for Harley to figure out what he was talking about, using the weapon to flash him in the eyes. The man grunted, letting Harley go and Harley took off.

"You like that Westworld? That's the thing about smart guys, we always cover our ass." He raised his hands, bracing his right one in front of his left, and let the hand blaster go off. It shot him in the chest, and he flew back into the tubing.

Tony quickly threw the melted Limited Edition watch away from him before it could burn his skin, and grabbed a pipe to get himself free.

Once he was free, he checked the pockets, and grabbed the car keys.

Jackpot.

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