[AN: This is a series of one shots based on dreams the Avengers have after the events of the movie. Various characters cannon (mostly cannon) pairings. There will be five. If you like them please review or favorite (feedback is appreciated). –Selena]

{{Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, sadly, or the movie would have been longer.}}

IRON MAN

It wasn't strange for Pepper to wake up alone. She spent more time away from her boyfriend than she liked but on those nights they could be together she immensely disliked waking up to find his pillow cold and the covers folded over so they would fall off as she rolled around. Groaning about the early hour Pepper Potts slipped out of bed and felt around on the floor for her dress, her other clothes were still packed or back in California, or Madrid, or China, or one of Tony's other houses around the world. She was sure her favorite black dress was in a drycleaners in London and she just hadn't gotten it back but that was a different worry.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes Miss Potts," the computer replied in the annoying voice Tony had given it.

"Where's Tony?"

"He's where he always is."

"Did he program you to say that?"

"Naturally."

"Make a note: I need to pick up a dress from a London drycleaners."

"Of course," Jarvis replied, sounding board though he had no emotions.

Pepper made her way, barefoot to the workroom on the floor below where she'd often find the billionaire tinkering with his suit. Not to her surprise he was in welding gear, the visor flipped up and inspecting his handy work on the innards of his suit.

"What are you doing?" Pepper asked.

"Fixing," He replied mildly and didn't look away. Pepper yawned.

"It's four in the morning, what is more important that sleep at this hour?"

"I'm pressurizing the Mark 7, there are some problems with it's performance."

"It leaks?" Pepper asked him with a raised eyebrow. "That's hardly something that needs to be dealt with right now."

"No, it's water tight," Tony muttered as he pulled up some holographic schematics and played with them mildly, "just not air tight."

"You have air filters," Pepper muttered, "and an oxygen supply. I can't think of a situation that would require more than that."

"Space," Tony replied with his back to her.

"Space?"

"Yep, space," Tony muttered.

"Why would you need to go to space?"

"I've already been," he sat down.

"To SPACE!" Pepper's voice was louder than she intended but she was shocked, scared, enraged. "So what? You think you'll just fly up to space for FUN! Then realize that your suit isn't meant for that! You could have died, you could have been lost forever, you could have burned up on reentry, do you think at all?" She panted.

"There was a bomb," Tony shrugged.

"WHAT?"

"Strictly speaking SHIELD doesn't want anyone to know that they nearly nuked New York…"

"NUKED?"

"We…"

"How many hundreds of people would that have killed? Why would they even consider that? There are children, hospitals, innocent people…"

"I know!" Tony cut her off, his face uncharacteristically serious and bothered. Pepper was silenced and her anger subsided as she looked at him with concern.

"Are you alright?" She asked hesitantly.

"It was just a nightmare," Tony explained with averted eyes.

"Guess that's why you're down here fixing the suit," Pepper sighed. She sauntered over to her boyfriend, catching his eyes invariably. She had his complete attention by the time her hands were holding his face, and his cupped her hips comfortably.

"Just promise me one thing," She leaned down till their faces were inches apart.

"Anything," he assured her with his trademark smug grin.

"No more space trips in the near future," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm not planning any," he assured her and let her push all thoughts of troubled sleep and work from his mind.