I've decided to look over my stories and try to fix some mistakes that I've noticed and maybe change a few things here and there but nothing major.

Chapter 1

Ok, so while trying to decide which story I wanted to work on next I remembered that poll thing I did where I asked who else would be a good fit with Natasha besides Clint and Loki, Tony won, so I figured that I would write a story about the two of them. However, if you hang in there it might not be what you expect.

Of course I don't own Avengers…blah…blah…blah

It was a particularly bad day at the office and by the time Pepper Potts reached the floor she shared with her boyfriend she was ready to collapse. She was hoping to spend some of the night with Tony. Hoping that maybe they could open a bottle of wine, have a quick dinner, watch a movie, and then go snuggle up in their bed and fall asleep. That's what she was hoping for as she finally was able to slip off her new heels that had been bothering her for the best part of the day. It was a relief to have the things off her feet. The coolness of the hardwood floor actually felt good as she made her way further into the apartment.

She travelled through the living room and down the hallway, doing a quick once over in search of her boyfriend. She glanced in his office and saw no sign of him. Then the light coming from under her bedroom door caught her attention and she moved towards it.

"Tony," she called softly. As she walked she reached up and took out her hair clip and shook out the hair that had been up for long enough then reached for the door. "Hey Tony I…" Upon walking in the room she had expected him to maybe be messing around on his laptop, or maybe tinkering with some electrical device, or hell even reading something. What she did not expect him to be doing however was to be standing in the middle of the room with his arms wrapped around, and his lips all over, another woman. Not just any woman either, that's right, Natasha Romanoff was standing there making out with Tony Stark. Tony, with Natasha, in their bedroom. She felt all of the color drain from her face as all of their eyes met each other's. It was like time had stopped for a moment and all they could do was stare at each other. Tony and Natasha still had their arms wrapped around each other.

"Pepper," of course Tony would be the first to speak. The two of them separated and Tony ran his hands through his hair like he always did when he got nervous. Natasha simply stared back at her. Pepper didn't reply to him. She finally snapped out of whatever trance she was put in and felt the anger rushing up inside of her like a furnace about to explode. She shifted a glare that would rival the Black Widow's from Tony to the woman herself. Before she really knew what she was doing she was moving. Without caring that the woman standing in front of her was a deadly ex-Russian spy that could kill her in more ways than she cared to know she lifted her hand in the air and struck as hard as she could. Tony's eyes widened in shock as he watched the younger woman's head jerk sideways from the force of the hit. When she righted herself there was a large, red, handprint on the side of her face. To her credit though Natasha didn't make a sound.

"Get out," Pepper said with an angered coldness in her voice. She looked from Natasha to Tony and the hardness he saw there was not meant to be in his girlfriend, well, he guessed ex-girlfriend's eyes.

"Pepper," he repeated and took a step towards her.

"No!" She yelled and took a step back. "Get out! Now! Take that thing with you and get out!" She yelled at him.

"Please I…"

"What Tony," she snapped at him "just forget that I just saw you all over one of my best friends?!" She turned to Natasha again. "How could you! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! You're nothing, just…just a monster! That's all you'll ever be, a monster who only knows how to ruin other people's lives!" Natasha remained quiet as Pepper screamed at her. She didn't say anything so Pepper turned back to Tony. "How could you do this to me?" She said in a voice that was more than angry, it was hurt. "I loved you."

"Pepper…"

"She doesn't love you." She glanced over at Natasha then back to Tony "I'm not sure she even knows how but I do hope you enjoy yourself, but don't think you can come back to me when she's through with you and goes on to the next man who falls for her trap." She said bitterly. "You know what," she said when Tony didn't respond. "I'll leave, it's not like it's my tower." She turned then and felt the beginnings of her tears burning to be set free.

"Pepper…" Tony called out softly but she ignored him and slammed the door shut.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as the door closed with a loud bang. He rubbed his hands over his eyes in frustration then looked over to where Natasha stood, still silent, and staring where Pepper was standing just a moment ago. "Hey, you ok?" She seemed to snap out of it and looked to him with a small, somewhat sad, smile that was meant to reassure him.

"I'm fine, you?" He sighed and took a seat on his bed.

"She's really pissed off." He said and she nodded from where she stood. "We hurt her." Natasha moved then and slowly got down to her knees in front of where Tony sat. She looked up at him with her big green eyes and took his hands in her own.

"It's going to be ok Tony." She said softly and gave his hands a gentle squeeze. He gave her the same type of smile she had given him and squeezed back.

"I didn't want to do that to her," he said after a brief pause.

"Me either," she said looking down at their hands. "But we knew it would happen eventually."

"Yeah," he said then looked up which prompted her to do the same "do you really think it will all be ok? That this will work out?" Natasha looked at him and saw the vulnerability that most people didn't get to see in Tony Stark. She was both honored and scared that she was one of the people he trusted to allow that kind of emotion to be displayed.

"Yes, I really think it will," she said with a nod. Tony then took it upon himself to entwine their fingers together.

"You're not a monster Natasha," he said with a serious look. "Ok?" She didn't answer him, only looked down at their hands again. "Ok?" He said a bit louder and squeezed her hand again. She looked up then and gave him a nod. It would have to do. "So, what now my little Russian princess?"

Ok, don't kill me guys, stick around and see what happens….please? Anyways, I'm thinking this'll probably be about three chapters maybe four, it won't be very long because I've got more that I want to work on.