I've been working on this story for a while now so I hope you readers like it.

I also hope that you leave reviews, but whatever.

Disclaimer: All Iron Man characters belong to Marvel and Stan Lee, and the producers of the movie.

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Chapter 1

When I was on the plane heading to L.A. all I could think of was the places I was going to see, the fact that I could see my west coast friends and all the things you expect to do when you go to California for the first time in a very long time. I never thought I would be outside a conference room counting the tiles of the floor. Seriously, you would think that because you have friends who are reporters they would take you to interesting places, no boring conferences where you're not even allowed to enter. You may wonder why I haven't ditch and make something productive of my day, well, as I mention before, I haven't been in California in a long time, let alone L.A, and so I'm having difficulties remembering how to get around anymore. Pathetic isn't? I mean, I'm twenty-four years old, if it wasn't for the way I act sometimes, you could say I'm a grown up.

So here I am, watching the tiles, then watching the conference on the plasma TV that's on the wall. You're thinking, why watch the TV when you are right outside? Because I'm not, I'm outside a door that leads to a corridor that leads to the conference room. That's how important this thing is. After all, it is the first conference held by America's golden boy since he return to the States after months of being held captive in the Middle East. But still, I'm bored, so it better be getting interesting. The only reason why I'm even here is for moral support, see my friend Julie is one of the reporters and is very excited because this is her first major conference. That and the fact Tony Stark is the one having it. Sometimes, I just want to smack her with a September issue of Vogue magazine so she can get her act together. At least she isn't as bad as her friend Christine who slept with Stark months ago and is still bitter by the way he sent her off the morning after. Stupid idiot.

"And that's why, effective immediately; I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark Industries"

Okay, it got interesting. So the major arms dealer of the country - if not the world- is closing the factory. I can't wait to see how the media is going to react.

I guess I don't have to wait since I'm watching it on TV. I do hope Julie doesn't get stuck in all the pandemonium over there. I better move if I don't want to get caught as well.

So I'm moving through the building and find, what looks like, a waiting room, it has couches, chairs, TV, coffee table and all that shit.

I sit on one of the couches, pull a pack of cigarettes out of my bag and start to lit one without even wonder if I'm allowed to do that, when suddenly, the door opens and inside comes the one and only, Tony Stark.

"Um, hello?" I say when he still hasn't notice me. I'm pretty sure he's hiding.

He then turns around, a little startled might I add. "Oh! Hello there." He says with a smirk on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Smoking" I said after taking a drag. Two essential things in my day, a cigarette and coffee. I need coffee.

"Are you one of the reporters?" He says, suddenly on his guard. "Because I'm not making statements anymore"

"No... I'm just a visitor, plus one, the tag along, you name it" He the glances at my little piece of energy in my hand. "Want one?" I said holding out the pack.

"Yes, thanks" He grabs the pack and I hand him the lighter. "So what's the reason of your visit?"

"My friend is one of the many reporters that you left open mouthed when you walked out of that room" I want coffee, I mean nicotine is heaven, but coffee is coffee.

"You saw that, didn't you?" He says taking a seat in front of me.

"Well, it was on TV so…"

"You just had to" He says smirking.

"Well of course" I replied with a smirk of my own.

"You must think is a complete idiocy"

"And totally revolutionary, although I'm surprise the company's board accepted" After all, most of Stark's profits were from the arms.

"Yeah actually…" He looks a little embarrassed. "I didn't said anything to the board, I just landed, make a stop at Burger King and came here"

"And what did you buy?"

"What?"

"What did you buy at Burger King? I'm asking the type of burger, like a whopper or what?" I know it's weird, but if you have my job you would be the same.

"A whopper and fries" He says with a 'Did-she-just-asked-me-that?' look on his face.

"I'm more of a Carl's Jr. Type of gal, but I don't judge" I say putting my hands up.

"Good" He says pointing a finger at me.

Then the door opens again and a redhead enters the room with an agitated look on her face.

"There you are! You can't just walk out of a press conference like that" I smiled, she looks like an assistant but she acts like a mother. She notices I'm here. Yay "Sorry, I didn't see you there" Really? Is not like on the furthest corner in the room or anything.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I just thought that a dramatic exit was necessary, don't you think?" Says Tony standing up. Might as well stand up too. This is awkward.

"So I'm just going to go before this gets any awkward" I point at Tony "Nice to meet you and…" I point at Redhead "you" and I walk out of the room.