Hey Everyone! This is my first attempt writing a story, so please don't rip me to shreds if I get something wrong ;) Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Iron Man or Transformers characters

The sand swept on for miles. He had been walking for hours, and every step he took was becoming harder and harder. The sand acted like glue, preventing him from going further. Just as he thought he couldn't go further, a shape appeared on the horizon. He began waving his hands frantically, and sank to his knees overjoyed. As the object grew larger and closer, Tony realized it was them, and his joy soon turned to fear. They had found him, amongst miles of desert.

"Tony Stark." Said an unrecognizable person. "You thought you could escape the Ten Rings. Well, you thought wrong." And with this, he pulled out a gun with a single bullet in it, putting it to Tony's head.

"I thought my escape was pretty good if you ask me." Tony tried to act like he didn't care a gun was put to his forehead, but they both knew he did.

The man pulled the trigger, and watched with a horrid grin as the great Tony Stark sank to the ground in a pool of blood.

Tony Stark woke covered in cold sweat, shaking violently, repressing the urge to shout for Pepper. She had been up late enough this week calming him after his nightmares and night terrors. He slowly sat up and checked his clock. 3:30 am. He hadn't been asleep an hour. Tony got out of bed and wandered over to the window. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. While he was awake, he was fine, but when he closed his eyes, the fear and pain he kept repressed came out to haunt him with grueling nightmares. The great Tony Stark, the billionaire inventor and the man behind Iron Man diminished to nothing more than a scared kid when sleep swept over him.

Tony leaned against the window watched the dark sea that crashed below his house. Outside was dark, the sky clouded and black. Inside his room was lit by the soft glow of his arc reactor. Tony closed his eyes, and pictured the look on the man's face before he was shot. The grimace made his blood run cold, and his stomach fall into an ever deepening pit.

Tony walked away from the window, and headed towards the kitchen absent mindedly tapping the faceplate of the arc reactor. His mind was still reeling, and it was obvious he wasn't going to sleep again. Tony grabbed a soda from the fridge, and walked downstairs to his workshop. He turned on the lights, and took a sip of soda before setting it down on the corner of one a table. "Jarvis, you up?"

"Always sir. A computer can never get any sleep around here."

"Good. I'm gonna be making some changes to the Mark 3 suit." Tony grabbed the television remote, and turned on the tv. The local news was on, and the news reporters were blabbing on about stuff no one cared about. Tony set the remote down, positive there was nothing better on. He walked over to the Mark 3 suit and lifted the suit, with difficulty, to the table. The news soon became louder with alarms of breaking news. "Jarvis." Tony said while he searched the toolbox for a screwdriver, "What are they talking about?"

"It appears sir, that robots are attacking downtown Los Angelous."

"What do you mean Jarvis." said Tony, dropping the screwdriver he had been holding, as he rushed over to turn up the tv's volume.

This is Trish Calloway here reporting live from downtown LA, where large robots are attacking. There appears to be 4, no 5 of them and... AHHHH! RUN! The camera went blank.

Tony watched in awe as the last clip of the video played, showing the news reporter and crew running in terror as fireballs erupted. As he watched this, the power flickered off.

"Rerouting to back-up power."

So, how was it? Not too bad hopefully! Please review!