Well, you guys are about to read likely the most cracky, dumb, pointless story I have ever written. But, that is the result of me being sicker than sick and stuck at home for almost a week with nothing to do but play Sims and watch Netflix. I'm going a little stir crazy here. This story is heavily based off of my Sims gameplay and what weird things happened to my family. This is also going to be a collection of stories, because there will definitely be more, that is, if you guys would like me to or not...

Disclaimer: I own nothing! IMAA and everything else belongs to its rightful owners.

His day started out like any other day. He woke up, ate some leftover waffles that he suspected were on their last day before they were thrown out, showered, and on a wild whim decided to paint a little bit. It was a beautiful morning. The sun shined through the windows at a perfect angle and gave him the perfect lighting for his painting—who was he kidding? Painting? If anyone saw him doing what he was doing, there was no doubt there'd be some laughing.

"Iron Man is a painter!?" They'd all laugh.

He continued to paint anyway, deciding to pull a classic Tony Stark and not give a darn what the world thought of him and his newly found hobby. He felt lucky that morning. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because his beautiful daughter, Maria, had actually slept in considerably late that morning and he was yet to hear a peep from her in the next room over. Or maybe it was the shared joy and excitement for his wife and her landing of her new job. Apparently her latest and greatest new dream job. A surgeon. Well, she wasn't quite a surgeon yet, but she'd get their eventually.

This story is getting a little ahead of itself. Let's go back a little and explain a few things before heading head over heels into this adventure—er—misadventure.

Tony Stark as we all know, is a world famous superhero. Pepper Potts had always held a flame for this genius and had never expected that he'd returned the feelings and more. James Rhodes, also known as Rhodey, went on a little different path than his two friends. Rather than settle down and start a family, he worked hard to become a well-known Colonel in the Air Force. He's not around often. Ten years after the alien invasion and life as everyone had known had changed. For better or worse, it was yet to be known.

For Tony, it seems that everything is perfect. He married his high school sweetheart and who most believed was his soulmate, which he never doubted was true, and even had a child with her, he saved lives as a living, and owned his own company which made him a billionaire. For Pepper, she had gone to school for science and medicine, having found a new interest in the field after changing her major five times, obviously wed and birthed a child to the one and only Tony Stark. Life couldn't be happier right?

Well, this is the story of the best, the worst, and the weirdest day for the Stark family. So, back to the story.

On second thought, painting wasn't such a good idea after all. Even after years of going at it, he was still yet to produce anything that looked even remotely decent. Maybe it was a really bad idea to draw a portrait of his wife. Speaking of his wife, he felt a sudden urge to go kiss her in congratulations for receiving her acceptance into the new job. Though, as he moved to do just that, he heard just the slightest noise coming the room next to the study.

"Maria," he groaned out softly, trying to move as silently as possible to peek into the room through the door that connected the two rooms.

Then, just as the door peeked open enough to see the sleeping form of his infant child, everything went wrong.

He heard a distant scream coming from outside where he knew Pepper had been out relaxing by the pool. Before he could even move to rush to her aid either as husband or Iron Man, his house and life were suddenly turned upside down.

Miraculously, the half of the house his child an himself were one, had managed to avoid all the fires and rubble. Unfortunately, the side his wife had been on had almost been completely destroyed. He vaguely remember as he rushed through the rubble that the television set and the dining room table had remained untouched by the disaster that had befallen his family.

He couldn't find her. All he could see was the freaking giant meteor—or what he assumed was a meteor—that was lodge deep into the cement beside the pool, right where he last remembered seeing Pepper. Fires were everywhere and firemen were everywhere, but Tony didn't pay attention.

He thought about screaming, crying, running, but his processed nothing. He couldn't properly assess what the situation was and his ears were ringing and he was quite possible imagining things. No, seriously, he was hallucinating or something, because before he knew what was happening, smoke started billowing up from beside the meteor and built up into a solid form. Tony rubbed his eyes and rubbed them again. He blinked a few times and had to look back a couple times to believe his eyes.

Which, he still doesn't believe he ever saw.

Only a few feet away from him stood who Tony couldn't only assume was the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper grunted and began surveying the area before him, not even noticing the blue-eyed genius next to him as he began changing in an odd language, Tony could only guess was tongues. Though, Tony was quick to realize the reason the Grim Reaper was here at his house.

He thought about pleading. Like literally getting down on his hands and knees and beg for the life of his wife, because certainly the Grim Reaper would understand how much of a freak accident this was. Though, he realized that it was Death he was talking about—or too—and that it was going to need much more than pleaing to earn his wife's life back. He then thought about bribing. Being the billionaire he was, the amount shouldn't be a problem, but then he'd just be putting a price on his wife and that just sounded wrong and like something Pepper would likely not like to hear about.

It was after several split moments of panic that Tony's eyes landed on what he knew would save his one true love's life.

"Hey!" He shouted, interrupting the chant of the Grim Reaper. "I challenge you to a game of chess! If I beat you, I get my wife back. Deal?"

It was a daring move, one that he knew could also land himself if the grips of Death himself, but it was the only thing he could think of to save his wife. He couldn't see the face of the Grim Reaper, but he could tell the man was contemplating Tony's challenge.

And before anyone else knew it, Tony had begun the game of his life.

Two hours later after lots of profuse sweating, silent curses, and raw lips the game came to an end. The fires around them had finally been put out, the firemen mysteriously disappeared after telling Tony to be more careful—which Tony found outrageous. How was he supposed to know his house would be the target of a FREAKING METEOR ATTACK!?

Anyway, he won! He actually beat the Grim Reaper in a game of chess! Something Tony was immensely proud of saying that he barely even played the game. At least since he was a kid.

As he took out the Grim Reaper's king, the Grim Reaper let out a growl and spouted out something Tony couldn't understand. The guy in robes shook his head, causing Tony's heart to break all over again.

"You're going back on our deal?" Tony demanded to know. "You can't do that!"

The Grim Reaper gave another shake of his head and waved a finger in Tony's face as he climbed out of his chair. Then, the robed man gestured grandly to the meteor before turning and leaving, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

Tony could only watch as a miracle happened. It looked almost like a kitten crawling out from the crack at the bottom of a closed door as Pepper climbed out from under the giant meteor. He practically screamed in his glee as he ran over to reunite with his beautiful wife. He pulled her into a much needed hug and made sure that she wasn't hurt at all. He was surprised to see that other than a ton of dirt, she was perfectly unharmed.

"Darn it," she whined once he let her out of his arms.

"What?" Tony insisted, looking around her for anything that might be hurting her. "What is it?"

"Look at this mess!" She gestured wildly to the ashes, scraps, and rubble that surrounded them. "Look at it! How are we going to clean this up!?"

Tony burst out laughing. It was the last thing he should have done, but he couldn't help it. "You just died and your more concerned about the mess?"

"Aren't you?" She wondered almost incredulously.

Her husband shook his head. "No, I'll clean it and replace everything that was lost in the fire."

Pepper smiled and gave him a kiss. "I'm glad I have you to take care of things."

A loud, wailing cry broke through the mess of things, loud and clear enough for the parents to hear. "Speaking of things to take care of," Tony glanced towards the house.

"I got it," Pepper sighed.

Short? Yes. Random? Yes? Dumb? Probably. Do I care? No. I needed to write something, but I can't write anything remotely serious right now. As you can see. Double ear infection and a nasty cold isn't a good combination for serious writing.

Fun Fact: My hair is always really long, but I've been wanting to cut it really short lately.

Probably won't be writing much anytime soon. School is going to kill me now that I've been gone a week...Sadly, I'm also behind on the few stories that have been posted recently. :( I'll get to that eventually.

Hugs and Love, Silverpedals!