Chapter 6
“How long have they been gone?” Fitz asked.
“So far only about six hours.” Fury told him. Fitz had flown up from Washington for part of the day’s events and Jemma to visit with Daisy, but they had been delayed.
“So what should we do?”
“Well, I got a room full of stuffy shirts who want some sort of explanation on how those Stark gadgets do their thing.”
“Well… I guess I could…” He began to say before the three were suddenly enveloped in a bright blue light.
“Well… This is a first.” Fury said as he scanned the empty, black room.
“Yes, it is.” Howard Stark said, entering in his chair.
“Well, Mr. Stark…” Fury said “Interesting way to make introductions…”
“I’m sorry to drag you folks into this, but Scott and the others are in danger.” Stark said in a panic “something’s gone wrong...”
“slow down, Mr. Stark.” Fitz said, “From the beginning, what happened?”
“Something’s infected my entire system. Everything’s shut down. I was able to isolate this chamber’s controls, but… Whoever or whatever has been hijacking my machines, now controls them all…”
“I think I get it now…” Scott said as he slowly pulled the robot apart.
“You know how to fix it?” The local counterpart of Daisy, who Scott had taken to simply calling “Johnson”
“No, what happened.” He said “Stark was always at the forefront of new technological developments. A vast majority of what SHIELD uses came from him, even without him knowing. Then again, until he became Iron Man, he wasn’t much more than a spoiled playboy, didn’t notice his supposed friend was undermining him till it was too late. You need me because my technical knowledge is ahead of yours by what looks like about two decades.”
“Just keep working.” She said.
“Can I at the very least get a sandwich or something?” he asked
“Work! NOW!”
“There has to be something in the Geneva Convention about this…”
“WILL YOU SHUT UP?”
“NO, I can’t. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Just do it.”
“I can’t do much more.” He said, looking inside
“Look, cut the nonsense or I’m throwing you off this ship. And I mean that literally.”
“It’s not nonsense, the internals are secured differently. I need the right tools to get at it.”
“Fine… I’ll get you another tool kit.” She said before walking towards the door.
“I need a few different sized hex drivers, please…” Scott said as she began to walk away “and a sandwich.”
All she did was give him the finger without turning around as she stepped out, followed by a security agent entering to keep an I on him.
“Is it too much to ask for a sandwich from you?” Scott asked the man.
The agent cocked his gun.
“Thought so…”
He waited till the girl returned with a second, larger tool kit.
“Thank you. Where’s…”
“If I hear the word sandwich come out of your mouth again, it will be the LAST thing you ever say…”
“Ok… Jeeze…” He said “might want to take that stick out your ass, it shows when you open your mouth…”
“That’s it!”
She fired off her powers at him only for Scott to counter them.
“How the hell did you do that?”
“I’ve been playing nice.” He said, holding his hand over the bag and summoning up a screw driver. “My family is on that plane, and I want them back. My pregnant fiancée is in danger. I know I’m going to need your help, so I’m doing what I can. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like something to eat…”