Iron Songbird 1

3rd P.o.v.

"You are a liability, Robin, with all your singin' and hummin' Get out of here or you'll expose our family! Your singin' will be nothing but trouble!"

The words of her father, spoken to an eighteen year old, still echoed throughout Robin head five years later. It was the last time she ever saw her family...and she couldn't assume she'd be welcome if she ever came back. Who cared if she loved music? She was twenty-three years old and she's survived on her own so far. She considered herself fine. Robin was fast and resourceful and able to hide in tight spots.

She always had to keep her cool though. When she grows nervous, she'd start humming to herself. It's gotten her in a jam every once in a while, escaping by some miracle.

Tony’s P.o.v.

"Presenting to you, the Man of the Year, the one and only: Anthony Stark!" The announcer said to the public in front of him with the fake smile that everyone seemed to like. I knew that since I had the same one as I stepped in front.

As he shook my hand, I thought on how people insisted on calling me Anthony. I'm seriously thinking on changing my name to be officially Tony. The look on Pepper's face would be priceless and I snickered.

The announcer looked at me weirdly and I just smiled back.

"Well, it's an honor to receive such a prize!" I said the rehearsed speech a certain P.A. made me memorize and left soon after.

Of course, I wasn't even two steps away from the door when reporters started shooting questions. Time to check on which one was going to be lucky Mrs. Stark tonight.

Too chubby, already done her, annoying voice... well I think we've found a winner! I went over to the blonde one from CBS and turned on the Stark charm. Ten minutes later, she was on the limo.

"Happy, take us to the Stark mansion." God, I need a drink.

3rd P.o.v.

Robin didn't exactly know how she ended up running through the crowds of people, but it happened. She couldn't change the past. The only thing she could do was run and avoid getting stepped on. She started climbing some drapery to see if there was a way out. The moment she did though, she lost her balance and fell. It felt like a hundred feet fall to her and she didn't think was going to survive the fall. She just closed her eyes and waited...but at the last second, in a sense of desperation, she opened her eyes just in time to grab someone's pocket, saving her from the fall. She quickly hid inside the pocket, so she wasn't detected by the guy, who was oblivious of the passenger again his chest.

His voice was deep and it was through her with every word. He seemed older, but frankly, she just wanted a chance to get away. She just needed to wait it out. It wasn't like she really weighed anything to notice.

Tony’s P.o.v

When we got to the Stark mansion, a certain redhead was standing there looking like she wanted to bite someone’s head off. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

“Where were you?! I’ve been looking for you all over Malibu!”

I got out of the limo and flashed her a million dollar smile but Pepper didn’t even twitch.

“I went to that award dinner you insisted on.”

“That was four hours ago!”

I shrugged. “I got sidetracked.”

She peered into the limo and what’s-her-name waved at her and giggled. I think her name was Allison.

“Happy take her to the direction she gives you.” Maybe-Allison’s smile dropped and she frowned.

“But Tony! You promised me an exclusive interview!” Her whines faded as Happy drove away.

“So, what’s so important that it made you send off Allison?”

“Well, if you had remembered, tomorrow’s the Afghanistan Stark Expo. So you better start reviewing what I told you to memorize a week ago, or I’ll make sure Jarvis seals off your work lab again.”

“But, Pepper!” I whined like a little kid and I didn’t care.

“No buts.” She walked past me to her car but before she got in she turned. “And she was Gina.”

I groaned. I swear that woman’s evil.

3rd P.o.v.

Robin flinched and covered her ears at the sheer power of the voices around her and she held her breath to avoid being seen. She had to consciously scold herself anytime she wanted to hum Bon Jovi or Def Leppard-she discovered her love for 80's rock when someone left their iPod playing when he left it-.
"Tony" kept walking around, muttering things and terms that were too technical for her to understand at first, but her eidetic memory helped with some things. Robin was just curled up, hoping, praying he would take off the jacket soon, and giving her some room to escape.
Minutes turned to hours without change. She was still trapped in his pocket and he was still pacing around the room, memorizing things "Pepper" told him to. Morning had arrived and it was time for him to leave. She hoped he would take off the jacket...but he still wore it. He was taking her along on a trip to Afghanistan...this was not a good thing.

Tony’s P.o.v.

After a night of going over what was definitely a summary on how filthy rich I was, I didn’t even wanted to hear my own last name. I took some time on the work lab until Pepper had to drag me out. I considered putting on some new clothes on but these didn’t smell so bad.

I met up with Rodney before going in the jet. When I finally got him to loosen up, I swear I hear something humming along with the background music. Must be the booze.

We finally arrived and I got into a tank with some soldiers. All was going merry and dandy when a bomb went right in front of us. I started freaking out a bit. The humming from before came back but it was oddly soothing so I didn’t pay much attention to it.

The soldier from before had taken cover with me behind the tank’s door. He was in the middle of speaking with me when we got attacked again. My freaked out level rose considerably. Holy shit, what did I get myself into?

I went over to a boulder and took my phone out. I needed help, and a drink, fast.

Before I could even dial, a bomb landed in front of me. It wasn’t the bomb itself, but the printed letters on it that made ice-cold fear run over my back. They spelled STARK.