Dear Pepper,

Wait, let me start that again,

Miss Potts,

No, Still not right.

Dearest Virginia,

I'm sorry. And I know you're convinced I don't know how to say those words, but trust me, I really mean them this time. It's my fault you're like this, and I'm pretty sure you'll be livid when you wake up.

But I know you're not going to.

Jesus Pep, you really know how to make a guy cry.

I told you not to stay late tonight, I actually had plans for us! Those things you told me I never made, well, for once the great Tony Stark actually organized a date with his beautiful CEO to say thankyou for everything she'd done over the past few years. And I was finally going to talk to you about something pretty important to.

Tonight was about you, Virginia.

And then I came back to this mess.

What happened?

You were supposed to be here in my arms tonight, in my bed and i-Somewhere else too. But never mind that.

You're dead.

You're actually dead in my arms.

You're not breathing. Not moving. Nothing.

Theres blood on your lips and down our face and on your arms, your dress is ripped and I think you've lost your shoes somewhere, sorry about that. But I had to get you out of there. I don't understand.

What did they want from you?

You put up a fight. Didn't you?

I thought I told you not to fight back, just to let whatever demi-god or monster or demon thing with horns that had appeared next just take whatever it was and go, not to try to protect the company or the information or anything else.

My work isn't… wasn't as valuable as you.

I wish I'd been smart enough to tell you this before now, cos now its too late and you'll never get to hear me say it. I was always so fucking grateful for you. You where the very first woman to actually stay in that job, I thought you'd quit in ten minutes, but of course you didn't. You just marched in, all guns blazing and told me I was wrong, and you haven't stopped since. The devil in high heels and I was never right, but you where, and I knew it. But those arguments where fun whilst they lasted, right? You'd get all wound up and look like you were going to hit me until, obviously, the celling came down on us or something jumped out of the wall or SHIELD ambushed the building. I don't' think we ever finished an argument about anything (Except the one time I threatened to dye my hair blonde. But you were right, it wouldn't have suited me.) I wish we had, makes me wonder what you'd do if I agreed with you about something.

You just looked like you were asleep in my arms all the way here, eyes closed and pouting a little, made me wanna kiss you… but somehow that would have been seriously creepy.

Might have woken you up though.

Will it?

Fine, lemme check and I'll get back to you.

Tony. x