Catching Falls
Iris’ POV
The second the elevator doors slide open she felt quite a few pair of eyes flick to her still handcuffed body. However, she wasn’t focused on her company, but instead her eyes were darting around the large living room searching for the fastest escape route. Much to Iris’ demise, they were far too high up to escape through a window. Damn it. Other than the elevator, there would be no escape. I need a weapon.
She noticed a small rack of knives in a kitchenette which sat adjacent to the living room. A short woman with fiery red hair and a tall, blond man stood in front of the entrance to the small kitchen. The man was the same one who knocked her out at the apartment. She mentally face-palmed as she realized this was the almighty Captain America she had seen on the TV so much recently. What have I gotten myself into…
Barnes pushed her out of the elevator but there seemed to be a slight lightness in his touch, as though he didn’t want to hurt her. This was surprising as she had just insulted him a few seconds earlier.
“Come on Bucky, was it really necessary to cuff her?” A silver haired man asked in the corner as the man she now knew as Bucky Barnes was directing her to the center of the room. His voice was heavily accented by a dialect that sounded slightly Russian. Bucky sent him a deadly glance which he shrugged off. Before Iris could blink, the silver haired man was in the small kitchenette. She felt her jaw literally drop.
“What…?” Iris began, stumbling over her words as she watched the impossibly fast man pour himself a glass of water from the tap. She began to feel weak although she was pretty sure that was due to the growing pain in her chest and head from her withdrawal.
“That’s Pietro, although many know him as Quicksilver.” A man with an extreme knack for facial hair design announced, putting down a newspaper he had in his hands. He stood up from his position on the expensive looking, leather couch. She saw he was about the same height as her. He should be easy to overtake. Even so, Iris was doubting her abilities. She felt her knees weakening and her body shaking. Ever since she had taken the IV out she had felt herself wilting. At least I am in control of my body…
“The name’s Tony Stark, aka Iron Man.” The man with the fancy beard said. Oh man, I really am in deep shit. “You gave me quite a scare when you weren’t in your room.” Iris gave nothing in return but a confused look. She noticed that Bucky was still gripping her arm although it was pretty light.
“FRIDAY, the artificial intelligence that basically runs this building, notified me you were awake.” Stark started, noticing her perplexed expression. “When I got to your room, you were gone. You left your IV behind as well. I also bet you are feeling pretty shit because of it.” Iris stared at him dead on, feeling vomit rise to her throat. She swallowed but still felt nauseous. There is no way I’m getting out of here. Iris thought to herself, quickly loosing hope.
“Is the elevator this FRIDAY?” Iris questioned, wanting to gain some sort of information about the building. Tony let out a little chuckle.
“Yes, the elevator is FRIDAY. Don’t tell her you said that or she might get offended.” He continued, a slight smirk on his face.
“I heard that.” Iris felt herself jump a little as FRIDAY spoke. She felt Bucky’s grip tighten.
“At ease soldier.” Tony laughed. “And get rid of those cuffs, that is no way to treat a guest.”
“I don’t think that would be wise.” Bucky muttered, not loosening his grip the slightest.
“Think I’ll beat you up again?” Iris retorted, looking straight up into his icy eyes. She felt a shiver travel through her. She wasn’t sure if it was because of his deep eyes or her increasing coldness from withdrawal. Iris saw Tony’s slightly confused yet pleased face out of the corner of her eye. Bucky didn’t react.
“The key, FRIDAY.” Tony chuckled. Almost instantly a small box descended from the celling. In it was a matching key to her cuffs. Stark removed it before the box ascended back into the celling. This house is fucked up, if you could call it a house.
“I will also be needing the footage from the elevator, I need to see what went down.” Tony continued.
“I will have it uploaded to your tablet immediately.” FRIDAY responded.
“Thanks FRIDAY.” Tony made his way to Iris. Once he was in front of her, he glanced towards Bucky, raising an eyebrow. For a second the super-soldier didn’t release her arm but after glancing to the blond man in the corner who nodded, he released her arm. He backed up to one of the many couches but didn’t sit down. Bucky crossed his arms.
Tony reached through her arms and slid the key in between the the cuffs. Iris felt her body tighten and relax, she knew what was coming. Not now, not now. The small convulsions continued as Stark removed the cuffs. She felt feint but tried to brush it off.
“Much better.” Iris muttered, rubbing her wrists. Tony smiled, gesturing to a couch.
“We have a few questions for you.” The Captain announced from his silent position.
“At least let her sit down first.” Stark rolled his eyes and sat back down at his previous position on the couch.
Not even one step towards the nearest sofa and Iris felt her knees buckle. Oh shit. Iris thought as the ground rose to her face. But wooden floor never came.
She looked up into the smiling face of the silver haired man. Pietro had his arms underneath her, lifting her from the ground bridal style.
“My savior.” Iris giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck for support, his playful eyes gazing into hers.
She looked around the room to see a few shocked faces, a laughing Tony and a metal arm gripping into the side of a couch until the stuffing squeezed out. Bucky and her eyes meet and iris couldn’t help but smile at his obviously jealous snarl as she brought her body closer to Pietro’s.