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Iron Songbird 3

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3rd Person P.o.v.
The first thing that started to bring her back was her head beating like a samba, causing Robin to softly groan into consciousness. She was a little confused at first but then she remembered. The fall, hitting her head, a giant pair of eyes looking at her, then black. This was not good when she opened her eyes, seeing that she wasn't on the floor anymore.
Tony’s P.o.v.
We were back on our work when I noticed Tiny Chick waking up. She sat up in the makeshift bed we made for her (basically a bundle of ripped sleeves) and looked around disoriented for a moment. She finally turned and looked at us. I smiled at her in what I thought was a friendly smile but she started shrieking out and backing up.
“Whoa! Calm down Tinker Bell!” I placed my hand behind her so she wouldn’t fall from the edge of the table.
That had the opposite effect of what I said because she shrieked even louder.
“Shh! Do you want to get yourself killed?” Seriously, she was being too noisy; the guards would surely hear her from outside. She paled and turned very quiet.
“All right then.” I slowly pushed her away from the edge and then removed my hand from behind her. I could see her shaking and fear was painfully obvious on her face. She also was softly humming along with “American Woman” which gave me an idea.
“You like Lenny Kravitz?” She nodded and I turned up the volume. “Then, you’ve got good music taste.” She eased up a little and I smiled at her. Things weren’t going to be so bad around here.
3rd P.o.v.
Not having the best experience with humans, Robin wasn't ashamed to say she freaked until he mentions that her volume was gonna cause unwanted attention. It immediately kept her quiet and being pushed to a different location didn't exactly feel too calming.
She just simply focused on the song that was playing in the background, not caring anymore. She had already been seen; who cared if she'd been heard. Robin must have done something good because Tony complemented the fact that she knew her music. It slightly removed some of the pressure she felt, but she was still kind of scared. This man, that she'd spent over a week with, could have anything going through his mind and she would have no clue if it was a good thing or a bad thing. The only thing she could really do is let herself relax a little in the music she adored, lightly singing along under her breath.
Tony’s P.o.v.
While I was working I kept shooting sideway glances to Tiny Chick, both to be aware of where she was and to make sure I wasn’t making her up. But each time, I saw her just sitting there singing softly. After a while, I realized I still didn’t know her name and I couldn’t call her Tiny Chick forever. Well I could, but that’s beside the point.  
“Hey Tinker Bell.” She turned to me like a deer caught in front of headlights. “You got a name?”
“R-Robin.” She was so nervous I could barely hear her speak. She had a sweet voice, especially when it came to singing.  
“Well Robin, I’m Tony and over there’s Yinsen.” Yinsen looked up and smiled to her. She looked shyly to him and waved.
“So, got any favorite bands?”  
3rd P.o.v.
"R-Robin," she corrected. Her voice was most certainly not bells like that glow worm and she most certainly didn't have wings on her back.
Robin was nervous, but as long as they were being civil again with someone like her, then she guessed she could be the same about them. She waved at the introduced men and slowly stood up to stretch, after feeling like she'd been in one place for a good week and a half. She could hear at least ten joints pop from stretching. Her head was still tender, but she'd live. It wasn't a concussion, since she's had one before...not fun.
Something immediately perked when she was asked her fav bands and listed her top four, "Um...Bon Jovi, AC/DC, The Foreigners, and Boston."
Where was he planning on going with knowing her type of music?
Tony’s P.o.v.
Robin stood up and stretched. She looked so incredibly tiny and cute; even I had to admit she was adorable. But cuteness was replaced by awesomeness when she listed her bands.
“Really? Not bad. You look kind of young to like 80’s music.”
She blushed, and the Stark charm proved itself even against size differences. Mental high-five for me.  
She slowly came a bit closer to me and I instantly froze. Once I made sure she wasn’t coming near my work area, I relaxed. I didn’t want to accidentally throw her off or something.    
“What are you doing?”
I could tell she was really curious of what we were doing and she even cocked her head to one side. The cuteness factor increased. “Our escape plan.”
“Escape?”
I looked at her weirdly. “Yes, escape. I don’t regularly hang out in rock caves to build missiles every day, at least not sober.”
How did she even end up here if she had no idea that we were kidnapped?
3rd P.o.v.
"Ever heard of someone having an old soul?" She smirked a little under her blush. Never had a giant openly flirt with her before, despite knowing she was pretty.
She grew very curious about his work, wondering what was going, and started walking closer to him. She was taking a small chance with this one.
"Hey, I've been unconscious on and off since you've been attacked," Robin defended herself. "Time goes off the table when you hit your head several times, being trapped in someone's jacket pocket. All I know is we're in Afghanistan and your escort to some convention thing was attacked."
Then, she observed his chest again, "And you got hurt really bad in the crossfire."
Then she realized estimate how close she was in his pocket when he got hurt...She was less than half an inch away from where it was. She could have been...she didn't want to finished sentence, but she said it out loud, slightly backing away a step or two, "Oh my Ghandi...that barely missed where I was. I could...I could've been killed."
It felt like a panic attack...but she knew it wasn't. It was just an epiphany of how close she was to death she really was.
Tony’s P.o.v.
One minute we were talking calmly and the next she was talking about her near death experience. I frowned; I didn’t know she had been in my pocket when we were attacked.
She was slowly backing away and her breathing quickened. She was going to panic; so I took off my shirt.
“Wha-What are you doing?” Her fear slowly turned to confusion.
“Showing you how I survived.” The Reactor was at plain sight and she seemed entranced by it. I was sitting so she was able to be eye level with my Reactor. She walked forward until she could brush her fingers against it but stopped herself.
“Go ahead. I know you want to.”
I nodded to her and she looked uneasy at first. She put her fingers timidly and then her whole hand on it. Her small hand was surrounded by light and she smiled up at me amazed. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for getting her to smile and smiled back.
“See? I could’ve died but I didn’t. You could’ve died but you didn’t. We’re both here, and that’s what counts.”
She was a little more at ease and it seemed like the time to tell her of my plan.
“So unless you want to keep your hand on my chest all day I was planning on you helping us.”
She quickly lowered her hand and turned to me. "Help? What the hell can I do?"
I pulled down my shirt and smiled conspiratorially at her. “Believe me, you’re going to be a big help around here.”
She glared at my choice of words.
“No pun intended.” Geez, excuuuse me.
3rd P.o.v.
"Wha-What are you doing?" Was this guy crazy?!
His chest seemed to shine brighter without the shirt blocking the glow. It was alluring and she couldn't take her eyes off of it. Tony must have noticed because he practically brought it down closer, to her level. It kind of compelled her to come closer, but she was tentative to touch it...until he gave the go ahead.
With a shaky hand, Robin lightly pressed her hand to the metal. It was amazing. The metal itself was cold, even though she could feel the heat at Tony's close proximity. She slowly looked up with a relaxed smile, earning a smile back. It was a photo moment....until he mentioned they should work and he wanted her help.
"Help? What the hell can I do?"
She was flattered to hear she was need, but then he poked at her size, earning a half-heartedly glare. She understood the joke and softly chuckled with a sigh, "Just tell me what you need me to do..."
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YouAreCool10's avatar
I don’t regularly hang out in rock caves to build missiles every day, at least not sober best line ever! I like how she says oh my Gandhi.