Tony Stark was many things: A Genius, a Billionaire, a Playboy, a Philanthropist, and a Superhero.

He knew many things too: Mechanics, Weapons, Alcohol, Women and the Best Ways to Blow Stuff Up.

Admittedly he knew how to charm women rather truly understand them but who really truly understood women? He doubted even women understood women.

Thor's Hammer, Mjolnir, was both a woman and a weapon. Rather unwittingly she found herself falling for the Man of Iron's strange charm.

She guessed it spawned from the fact he referred to her as a woman from the go rather than having to be told such. He recognised her femininity. She preened over the fact he could tell that she was a woman and refer to her as such even though the others saw her as a non-entity.

Thor's Star Friend gave him an odd look when he referred to her as a she rather than an 'it' but that merely explained the other's clear lack of understanding women. The Man of Iron however recognised her as the powerful woman she was and treated her with the respect she deserved.

She had a sneaking suspicion that the Man of Iron had a thing for powerful women considering the women he surrounded himself with, especially the freckled red-haired CEO he was enamoured with. It explained the lack of respect he had for his own sex. Mjolnir liked this mortal, she knew she should not but his eyes held such tenderness and awe when he gazed upon her. Rather than want to use her like so many beings did he wanted to understand her and she was flattered.

She saw the way this Man of Iron treated his creations with respect and love. None of the other mortals seemed to understand this and passed it off as a 'quirk' or the fact the other coped better with machines than 'real people', she however saw it as something amazing. She was often overlooked as a mere tool but she was much more than that and she felt that the Man of Iron understood that.

Maybe that was why she let him hold her, just that once, he was too tired to truly remember it anyway. He had needed a hammer for some work on his suit and so she came. Perhaps she was taking advantage of his state but she could feel the extent of his want and need for her that she came willingly. Many people wanted her, not so many people needed her, let alone both.

It was a somewhat ridiculous thought that she who could tear down walls could be used for tinkering or making something. It was merely a matter of intent and it would be nice for a change to be used for something rather than smashing things. She was a warrior but one can become tired of destruction. The Man of Iron looked at her in disbelief as she collected herself in his very capable hands nearly trembling in anticipation. She knew what he could do with those hands, seen him so many times making or taking things about and remaking them as he pleased. He hadn't expected her, but she did his best not to drag him down with her as she flew into his hand. She had to remember he was a mere mortal and so was delicate.

"I must be hallucinating. How long have I've been awake, JARVIS?" He murmured to himself but also to his invisible servant. His grip was pleasant and was not too tight around her; he was almost tender as he took her into both of his hands. She preened under his intense attention that focused entirely on her.

"56 hours, Sir." The disembodied voice came from the very air. Mjolnir always felt somewhat jealous of the voice for she had none but yet this one who had no form had one which he could talk to the Man of Iron with. Said man nodded as if this made her presence now make sense.

"As flattered as I am at your appearance, even though I very well may be imagining this, no offense but I fear you may be too powerful for my suit." How could she be offended when he called her powerful with that awed glint in his eye and almost worshipful tone upon his lips? She shivered in his hands attempting to get through to him that she could be gentle for him, with him and his suit. Perhaps it was sleep-addled mind that helped her get across to him or perhaps he was just special but he understood her.

A small part of her hoped that he was special.

"You don't mind?" His voice was slightly slurred from lack of rest but there was a thrill that ran through her, he was asking her for consent whereas most just took or expected. Even Dear Thor whom she loved dearly just expected. If she could she would have blushed most prettily for this man. She emitted her expressive delight for him to use her. Again he understood and she was thrilled.

Maybe this mortal was special.

Then he used her with a gentleness she had not once felt before like she was delicate and precious, his clutch upon her leather felt perfect and she made. She created and fixed rather than destroyed and she loved it.

Once they had finished, the Man of Iron and her both gazed upon their creation with prideful eyes, who would have thought that the Merchant of Death and a weapon that summoned lightening could have made something so wonderful. She felt like a proud parent rather than a bringer of death and destruction and she thanked the man inwardly.

"Thank you, I've never had a woman's hand in this before." He did not need to expand on what 'this' was, she understood him. "Pepper's head is in the business side of things rather than the practical side of things, as amazing as she is; don't tell her this, but... " He was babbling, her sweet Man of Iron often seemed to do so. It endeared him to her further especially coupled with the fact he was thanking her whilst referring to her again as a woman, another being rather than just a hammer.

He needed to sleep now though, he had when she had first come to him but she had been selfish and had wanted him to use her. And used her he had in the most delightful of ways, but now he really had to sleep despite the fact she did not want him to as she knew she would have to leave once he did.

Sadly the tiredness was evident in every inch of him aside from perhaps those hands that still held her with a confident, comforting strength. Who would have thought man that reeked exhaustion from every pore could have such steady hands? She knew he should not remain awake so she emitted her will for him to sleep so he may remain strong and sane in the light of the new day. She understood that lack of sleep clouded one's judgement. She would hate to see it affect him in a battle and for him to be hurt because of it.

With some struggle he eventually did fall asleep. She watched over him to fight away those night terrors that plagued him, the very reason that he fought sleep in the first place, before she left back to her perch by the snoring God's bed.

She saw the Man of Iron in the morning; she was most pleased to see him look well. It looked like he had almost a full night's sleep (for once) with no night terrors to plague him; after all she made sure they wouldn't. He did admit to Thor that he had a strange dream of her though, whereas he wielded her and she was the best hammer he ever had.

She was rather smug in the knowledge that this was no dream.

Thor laughed that loud guffaw that rumbled like thunder that she fondly felt no-one else could laugh like that. "Friend, you may try lift her if you must but try not to be too disappointed." Mjolnir shuddered lightly at the thought of the Man of Iron's palms back on her and tried to hide her excitement.

The Man of Iron looked at her longingly before he approached her and slid his hand around her handle gently. She felt so light and bubbly at him treating her as such that she forgot for a moment that he wasn't really deemed worthy. He managed perhaps a few inches before Thor's amused glance brought her back to reality and she dropped her weight so suddenly that she pulled the mortal down with her and he nearly lost his balance. She felt sheepish at that, just a little less control she may have dragged both herself and him both through the floor.

"You tease!" He muttered accusingly looking at her so intently and she radiated pure amusement at his reaction. Almost as if he was still in tune with her, he smiled at her so charmingly.

"Man of Iron, if you cannot lift her in your suit why did you think you could out of it?" Thor bellowed laughter creasing up his eyes. He gave her a knowing look as if he knew better, if she had been keeping crush to herself before now it was impossible to keep it from Thor.

"Name's still Tony. I didn't really but I just had this feeling that perhaps she would let me even if I wasn't worthy of the power of Grayskull." Perhaps she might struggle with keeping her crush from the Man of Iron... Tony.

"Grayskull?" Thor voiced her own question.

"Doesn't matter, big fellow."