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Do I really want to know how this came about?

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IC||:: 1,2,4,19,39,48 ((REBOOT TONY))

    1. Romantic Interests-  I'm not much of a romantic, you may have noticed. I'm not the long-term kind of guy. I've been in a few 'romantic' relationships in the past.  They .... didn't end well.  I figure, keeping my options open is the best choice I could make.

    2. Past Relationship/s - Maya Hansen and I dated in college. Kind of. Both of us were young and it was the closest thing to a long term relationship I've ever had - unless you count the one that got shot or the one that went batshit crazy and tried to kill me.  I'd consider Maya the only 'successful' relationship I ever had - and the only one where both of us left it breathing.

     4.  Best Friend - James Rhodes or Jarvis. It's a toss-up. Both of them tolerate the worst things about me and still socialize with me. I can, and on many occasions, HAVE trusted both of them with my life.

    19. Worst Mistake - Dad and I had a fight the night they were in the car accident. We were always fighting. Mom was upset and angry at both of us.  I wish that night had gone .. very differently.

    39. Fantasies - Who doesn't have these. Man. Which ones to publish.  Let's see... who doesn't fantasize about being pushed up against a wall and forcefully kissed? I like it when I'm not in control. At least in the bedroom - It's one of the few places I can just ... stop thinking.  I'm Tony fucking Stark, though, so almost all of my fantasies have been realized. It just takes a little money and a lot of persuasion to get Pepper to fill the Olympic sized pool with Jell-O Cubes and scantily clad women playing water-polo in the shallow-end. 

My biggest Fantasy?  World peace. No reason for anyone to go to war over things like food, water, oil, or energy. My fantasy is an Arc Tower in every major city. Free energy. Enough food for everyone to eat. No reason for terrorist cells or global economic warfare.

      48. Role Model - for the longest time it was Obadiah Stane.  He was the father I never had. I thought. And then I saw what we were making and what we were doing and what I'd kept my eyes shut to all this time. 

Edwin Jarvis - when he was alive. He was everything my father wasn't when I was a little boy.

  James Rhodes - despite an entire world going upside down, he keeps his head and he knows in his heart what is right. He always has, and he has aggressively pursued that. He's never doubted himself and he's never looked back.  I wish I could be that sure about my motives.

  Pepper Potts - that woman can make a leopard seal tap-dance and foreign governments eat out of the palm of her hand. She is the strongest person I know. And frankly, the most competent. She doesn't let things get in her way, and when they do, she knows how to work around them diplomatically.  When diplomacy doesn't work, she knows exactly where to stick the knife and twist. And, She's never been afraid of telling someone the truth - I admire that about her.

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Flight of the Bumble Banner : Banner and the Other guy

"Just relax..."   Tony chirped into his headset, smiling despite the pain burning through his arms. Chin-ups were never his favorite exercise.

The terrified screams didn't cease for even a moment.

"Trust me, Bruce. You're fine... OOPS!  Watch that building... almost took down the Sears tower, there." 

  He hadn't expected Bruce to take him up on the offer. Or. Give in to his incessant prattling, if he was going to be honest with himself, but it was a tactic Tony was an expert at using. 'Will it get you to shut up?'  ... motivation enough to have pushed people to do extraordinarily unusual things because it was BETTER than listening to another minute of Tony.

  Hey. He had a talent for annoying people and he wasn't above exploiting it.

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Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Infamous CEO of Stark Industries Mr. Tony Stark and his former PA, his current Co-CEO of said company, Miss Pepper Potts, were wed in the most lavish and beautiful ceremony here in New York City. Everyone who was anyone was there, including many Foreign Dignitaries and royalty. From the Queen of England to the Russian President to the Indian Prime Minister, everyone has appeared in their best wares, expecting a party, and a party they received! The Bride and Groom left in their car and the security was told to 'let them party until the DJ kicks them out!' as the newly married Mr Stark was overheard saying. The new Mrs Stark was exquisite in her champagne gold Versace wedding dress, looking quite demure but elegant in the simple design in comparison to the shindig put up for the event. With performances of AC/DC and Black Sabbath, and a beautiful first dance sung along by Faith Hill, this was guaranteed to be the event of the century.

Elizabeth Gleick

Writer

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He had to give the water time to warm. The cheap apartment came with it's quirks and one of them was that both water pressure and temperature were regulated by a tiny tank hidden behind a jut in the wall with a door he couldn't get access to. The shower sputtered to life, coughing up air and water until it finally drizzled weakly from the showerhead.

He padded across the tile, peeking out of the bedroom door at his houseguest. She was busy cleaning up. Tony watched until he heard the distinct whine in the pipes that told him the water was ready. He crawled beneath the weak waterfall and let it drown out the sounds of her efforts to help.

It couldn't be that hard to fold laundry. To wash dishes. To mop. Sweep. Cook. It couldn't  be rocket science, and yet, he couldn't learn to do even the most simple of tasks on his own. He couldn't bring himself to care most days. He lived for Angel- she was what mattered now. He kept her fed. He kept her clean. He kept her healthy and safe and loved her as much as he'd loved the children who'd been taken from him. Perhaps she was a surrogate, but he didn't care.

Water coated his skin like the guilt of his sins. It made him feel dirtier. The man frantically scrubbed at his body, desperate to wash them all away but all he managed to do was rub his skin raw. Next, his hair - but he couldn't shave; there were no sharp razors left in the house.  He toweled himself dry, wrapped the towel around his narrowing hips, and raked hsi fingers through hair that was long overdue for a trim.  Some 30 minutes later, Tony padded barefoot and clad only in a towel, back into the main living space.

Having had to contend with a kitten whose only goal in life was to make everything into a game, Neva had found it a slow process to plow through the large pile of dishes and utensils in the sink. If she hadn’t been padding at the water, she had been knocking over items that had been placed on the draining board in waiting for her to dry them. The small creatures actions had claimed two plated and a cup, but considering the chipped condition they were in she supposed that was bound to happen. Watching the second plate drop had settled the idea into her head that she would just have to buy him a new set, along with a few other things she had noticed were past their best in the apartment. In hindsight, she didn’t know why she had brought the washing up to its conclusion if she only intended to replace them anyway.

Hearing the weak fall of water in the bathroom end, she turned her head just in time to watch Tony leave the room in his towel. “Nice to see you. Was beginning to think that you’d drowned”. Neva knew that humour was probably going to be lost on the man right now – he hardly looked as though he were physically capable of laughing – but she couldn’t help but try and lighten the mood. Perhaps it were for her own benefit more than anything. She had begun to feel as though she’d arrived In the middle of a wake, and it were mere moments until they were led into the room where the body lay in state. It hardly felt as though this was a place where somebody lived. This was a place of mourning, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. “So when you’re ready I’ll take you shopping…Fill your cupboards up with healthy food because I’m guessing you’ve been living off of convenient crap. And when we get back and unpacked I’ll make some meals for you and stick them in the freezer”. Maybe she was being a tad overbearing. But she had nothing left to nurture any longer. And she couldn’t help but feel the protective need to look after him.

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Some Space || Self

She woke when the first rays of light hit the tower the next morning.

She took one of the copies of the sonogram with the twins and headed down to the workshop after making sure with Jarvis that Tony was asleep. She saw him slumped over a table and walked over to him without thought. She brushed some hair out of his eyes and moved him enough that his cheek wasn't pressing against whatever that sharp object was. She sighed and headed towards his main desk, finding his picture of them out of the 'mess' immediately. She smiled and grabbed the frame, sliding the sonogram onto the bottom left side of the frame over them, so he could see both. She reached in his bottom left drawer - the only drawer he rarely used because she put office materials in it - and pulled out a little sticky pad. She drew a little speech bubble on it and spelled out neatly, 'hi daddy!', and stuck it on the corner of the sonogram. She left the workshop then, not wanting to be there when he woke up, knowing from Jarvis that he fell asleep in that same 'mood' or 'attitude' that he seemed to have all day.

Happy took her to her little apartment that she had owned since college and just couldn't bring herself to sell, since she could afford to keep it, even if it was barely used. Before she came to New York, she had hired someone to come in and tidy the place, clear the cobwebs and make sure the lights and water worked, put clean sheets on the master bed and the spare bed, in case she ever needed to just get away and get some air, like now.

She sat in the family room with her laptop, Happy flipping channels on the television, and they were discussing what he could run out to grab for lunch, ("it's no problem, i can get it" "i don't want you to have to go out of your way, we can deliver"), while she was on a call with Clarice about her schedule and a deal that her assistant would sit in for her later that day. She knew she probably should've told Jarvis where she was going when he asked, but she knew he had his ways and probably already knew where she was. They ended up having groceries brought in, and she cooked up two hamburgers for Happy on the stove, and some chicken for a wrap for herself.

She and Happy ate in silence, and she wondered what Tony was doing. She hoped he'd come to his senses and come for her. She missed him already.

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Baking || Self

She was baking.

Brownies, cookies, cakes, you name it, you could smell it in the kitchen that she was currently inhabiting. Well, you probably couldn't smell it, because it was on the floor that her rooms were. The rooms that she only used when she was avoiding Tony for one reason or another, or just needed space, and was currently locked out to anyone that might want to come check on her.

She definitely needed space. After dinner, there was no way she could face him again without crying. Not that she hadn't cried after dinner, after he left, because of the way he kissed her forehead after she showed him the ultrasound that showed definite visible proof that they were having twins and congratulated her the same way he did when she bought a new pair of heels.

The memory made tears drip from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away with her wrist so they wouldn't fall in her batter. The soft classical music played quietly in the background as she worked on her famous key lime pie. She would just work with the wedding planner in her office, and hide out here until he went back to normal. He would get back to normal, to the man that she fell in love with. This was just...a phase of some sort. Something a greyface did to him. Those were the only way this sudden change towards her and everything made sense, because it didn't. She bit back a sob at the thought of the look he gave her and stirred harder, trying to think of recipe's she could try or invent a new pie. Anything to clear her head of the hurt.

He didn't even go to the doctor's with her to get the ultrasound. She glanced at the picture on the counter by the pans, and her free hand reached out and she traced a finger over the two distinctive blobs. Her babies. Plural. Jarvis had been right. They were going to have two children. She hoped for her babies sake that he returned the way she knew him rather than this new, cold and distant version that according to Jarvis was building bombs again in his workshop.

She hoped for their future he returned to her.

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Phone || Pepper to Tony

Pepper (confused): Tony, is everything okay? Jarvis said you weren't coming for the appointment?