This is My first Iron Man story so reviews please!
The TV flickered continuously, casting shadows across the otherwise dark room. Newspapers were scattered all over the floor, covering every square inch that the eye could reach. A lonely chair sat in the far corner of the room one of the few pieces of furniture in the room. A figure sat motionless in the scarlet chair, only a slender thumb moved about, flipping through the channels, nothing seeming to catch his eye. In the other hand held today's news paper reading IRON MAN and a grainy photo sat beneath it of a gold and red figure. Finally resting on the 10 am news, ice blue eyes looked down at the paper, skimming the front page when something caught his attention.
"Prodigy Tony Stark reveals all when a shocking press conference goes hey wire." Says a rather thin blond. The screen changes to a recording of the well trimmed spoiled prince lost in thought.
"The truth is," He paused still staring into space, "I am Iron man."
Iron Man. Caring for the lives of citizens. And Tony Stark? A less than caring Playboy. No. He Chuckles slightly at the thought. This man is delusional. Psychotic. It had to be a publicity stunt. He thought some more while he fiddled with the remote. He found Tony's outburst rather amusing but the deeper in thought he got, the more it became clear.
The figure--the man--stood and walked over to the TV set, a pair of rusty old scissors sitting on top. He reached over, and with the scissors in hand, he carefully cut around the edges of the Iron man article. Iron man. Tony Stark. How could that be possible? He ran his fingers over the perfectly cut edges before sticking it up in the corner of the Television. It can't be. But it was. He knew in some part of his mind he knew it was. It is. But it wouldn't always be.
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"Pepper!" Tony exclaimed breathless. Pepper watched as Tony Pushed his way through the many reports dying to get a word in with him. As soon as he reached Pepper she instantly turned from him not really wanting to talk to him. Did he realize how much harder her job was going to be now, after this outburst?
"Pepper." A warm hand gripped her shoulder, turning her around. Tony looked at her, an apology obviously sitting on his lips. He opened his mouth, beginning to speak but Pepper held up a hand.
"Save it Tony I don't want to hear it." Pepper snapped. Shaking off Tony, she turned on one heel and sped off toward her office. Tony desperately tried to keep up but didn't stand a chance against that woman with her elegantly long legs.
"Pepper please!" He called after her, but in response he heard the door to her office slam and a little click noting that Pepper locked the door. This girl has a lotta nerve, Tony thought as he was stepping up to the door. "Pepper! Pepper if you think that lock can keep me out..." He paused letting her finish the thought. After about a minute of silence, Tony put his ear up to the door, all he heard was the sound of consistent typing and maybe a few snorts of disgust. Digging into his pocket he drew out a spare key.
Slowly opening the door, Tony casually but quietly strolled up to Peppers desk. He watched her work, her painted nails moving quickly about the keyboard. She paused, squinting at the screen and, as she did so, Tony tried to make it known that he was in the room. With one single movement, Tony closed the laptop that previously obtained her attention.
"Can I help you Mr. Stark?" Pepper said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. He just stood there a smile playing at the edge of his lips. Pepper reopened her laptop and began to work again. Tony frowned. She was not letting him have any fun. Fine then. He would make the fun.
Casually he walked around the desk letting his fingers drag along the edge of it. He came up behind Pepper and looked at the screen, trying to make sense of it. Pepper knew he was there but decided to continue about her work.
"What's all this about?" Tony asked, his lips suddenly at her ear.
"Don't you have something better to be worrying about?" She said never taking her eyes off the screen. Couldn't he just make this easier on both of them and go work on the suit more?
"Mmmm, No." Tony purred. Pepper still continued to work, even as she felt his hands work their way down her arms. "You need to relax a little bit more." He whispered. One of his hands closed the laptop once again.
Pepper moved her hands, careful to not have them sandwiched. She didn't need this now, she had to work but some part of her couldn't stop Tony. She let him continued, letting her mind wander back to that day on the balcony. She remembered being so close to him, inches -- no -- centimeters away. The heat of his body, the kiss she almost let him have.
Taking a deep breath, clearing her head, Pepper reopened the computer...again. But this time, instead of being foolish and trying over and over again to close the comeputer, Tony sat on the desk in front of Pepper.
"Tony! Stop being so ridiculous! I have to work!" Pepper said, fed up with Tony's games.
"But Miss Potts," Tony said, his brown eyes begging.
"But nothing! You caused this and now I have to deal with it!" Yelling, Pepper stood nose to nose with tony.
"You know, Miss Potts, I always thought this was 'too-close-for-comfort'." He said beginning to smile.
"This is not funny Anthony!" She yelled, shoving him up against the wall with her hand. Of course Tony didn't fight. He just looked at her, smile wiped away. She just looked angrily into his eyes. "I'm going to the guest room. Do you need anything else Mr. Stark?" She said through gritted teeth.
"No Miss Potts." Tony said. As she stormed away he couldn't help but stare after her. What exactly just happened? He thought, and just as easily he answered it. Iron Man happened.
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I know, Lame way to end it but what can you do?