Fury didn't know how to react. He knew Stark would go after their files. Be it concern or to annoy the hell out of his agents, he knew he would do it.

If only he hadn't gone after those files. Truly, it was all just a big pain. A pain that could involve the world security council. A pain that would effect too many lives.

In a way, the answer was simple. Let Stark cause the mess and clean up after him. Problem was, letting Stark have first say to relay the information was troubling. Even Howard had no idea what those files hid, despite being so involved. Or Peggy, one of the founders. There were too many personal ties to alter them. And with Tony and Steve around, the information was all the more volatile.

It just wasn't safe. And there was no time to stage a coverup. He glanced over the files once more. This was one secret that not even Hydra could handle. Nick narrowed his eye. He'd have to pick his poison.

...

He picked up the phone and dialed a quickly becoming familar number. There was no indication they were there other than the lack of ringing.

"Activate Project Fe now."

He ended the call then. Stark was pushing his hand. But he would be the one to call it. And he would not be starting it in the middle of a crisis. He just hoped the explosion wouldn't be too extreme. Soldiers and scientists abandoned the building Fe was housed. Knowing Stark, it wouldn't take long for him to arrive and discover some of SHIELD's best kept secrets. And his own father's.

...

Tony had a wicked smirk when he cracked into the file that peaked his current curiousity. It was always good to ruffle the one eyed man's feathers.

He opened the file and began glancing over the information with mild interest. Just enough to mess with Fury. It wasn't until he noticed two words that made him freeze.

Iron Giant.

There was a slight chill.

"Jarvis. Pull up everything you have on Uncle Dean. Now."

"Right away sir."

Holographic files appeared in rapid succession before Tony's eyes. He moved away the "unnecessary" information and focused on his last decade in communication with Tony. He still had the shot of the infamous statue he had worked to design. The name was enhanced in the picture showing quite clearly the carved name, The Iron Giant.

"Those sons of bitches," he muttered with distinct rage in his voice. He stared onto the different photos he had seen when he felt emotional and wanted something more familial when he saw something he hadn't noticed before.

In the next to last photo taken, when he stood next to the boy he talked about, Hogarth, in the background, was a man he knew all too well. His eyes hardened and anger renewed recognizing his own father standing and talking to a military figure. The last known pictures and his father was there. He had told him that he hadn't been with him in years. Hadn't been in the same town, in years.

That lying jerk.

"Jarvis, we're going to Maine. Pull up any map that shows Rockwell."

"Right away sir."

Tony stormed out of the room ready to get some answers.

...

There was chaos as scientists were running around in a mad scramble to leave the warehouse hiding a suspicious laboratory. Inside were pods of a large size. Ones that could easily hold about two people if not for the equipment inside. Three pods all gathered together hiding whoever or whatever was inside.

Thick ice covered the glass hiding the contents as well as preserving.

They were easily ignored as scientists took all the information, papers, electronic documents, any and everything that could connect anyone to anything. They had the call for project Fe to begin. Anyone left behind would be in the crossfire would have to deal with the chaos that would no doubt ensue.

It was just a shame that it was called for before it could be completed. There had been... Complications with the Arctic base, that prevented the project from usual during the battle of Manhattan. And now, it was still premature but forced into action. At least partially. They had no time to thaw the chambers before they left.

No one was really worried. They were certain that if what Fury had relayed were true, then Stark himself would be arriving. No doubt his curiosity would not allow him to walk away without knowing what was inside the chambers.

Why am I adding to this?