She shook her head, sighing and peppering his face with kisses again. “No, it’s my fault Tony. I know that.” She’d been the one who walked away first. And she regretted it. Rumiko leaned into his hand, eyes still puffy and tears stained with the tears they’d already shed, but she looked happy. If there was anything she knew, it was that Tony Stark, as much of a playboy he could be, loved her. That was all she needed to know. “You promise work won’t always take precedence over me? Or over us? I know there will have to be exceptions, but as long as it’s the majority of the time, lover, I can deal with that.” Ru kissed his palm again, putting her hand over top of his. “So… How… Long was I dead?”
Tony moved out of his chair and into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms. He just needed to feel her warmth a further reassurance she was there. He rested his chin on her shoulder.
“You’ll be my first priority,” He smiled. “Home at a decent time, less time in the lab. Whatever you want.”
He wasn’t going to screw this up again. He had this rare second chance with her. She had always deserved all of him because she’d given him all of her. She had loved him despite himself and he’d given her his heart.
“I… don’t know for sure. I don’t know magic. But you were out for a few days.”
She curled up in his lap, closing her eyes, and sighing in relief. Whatever tension she’d held when she woke up was gone. She was safe, that was what mattered. Ru nodded, reaching a hand up to run her fingers through his hair. “We’ll figure it out.” At least he was open for suggestions. Right now she just wanted him to know she wasn’t going anywhere. She nodded again. It was going to be hard to understand. Magic, from what she’d learned, was a fickle thing, and she wasn’t going to argue with it. “Okay. I remember falling asleep, after… After seeing the suit.”
“It wasn’t me.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “It wasn’t me in the suit. I would never, ever hurt you. I hope you know that.”
She had to know that right? Deep down she had to know that he’d never do something hostile to her, especially in his armor. His biggest fear when he’d found her body is that she had died thinking he’d been the one to take her life.
“I’m so sorry I let that happen to you. Even if it wasn’t me in there, it was my responsibility to make sure you were safe and that my armor wasn’t used against the people I love.” He buried his face in her hair. “Forgive me?”
