When I finally manage to fall asleep, my eyes are moist. Outside it's dark and pouring down with rain. The only sound besides my own breath is the constant ticking of the clock on my bedside table.
I miss Tony.
This Avenger Initiative, or whatever they call it, has been occupying ninety-five percent of his time. It's been three weeks since I last saw him and four days since I spoke to him on the phone. I know he's busy, but my fingers are itching with the need to dial his number and hear his soothing voice. I really don't know how much I can take this anymore.
I have stopped trying to contact him after one time Fury answered the phone and asked me to quit calling Tony while he's there.
I've tried to busy myself with reading, drinking red wine – tons of it actually, and cooking. The stocks of the company are doing better than ever and I've let myself slow down with the work. I can't spend so many hours locked up in my office without thinking about him.
Snuggling further into the pillow which still held a faint scent of him, I sigh heavily in my sleep and tighten my hand into the material of the blanket I'm using as a cover.
I blink awake as my phone buzzes on the bedside table and I stand up, brushing my hair out of my eyes as I pick it up and see it's a text message from Tony. Swallowing, I tap it on the bright screen and read it slowly.
I'm really hoping you were asleep and that the sound of the message didn't wake you up. :)
I've barely gotten out of the meeting room without Fury noticing. I really couldn't wait anymore. He'll understand, or else, I'll make him understand.
I hate this. I hate Fury. He's not letting me call you and we're all grounded here like some horny teenagers. And it's not fair.
Guess what? Just hours ago, Thor wanted to have a little get-together with our girlfriends. Well, he did. Jane was there. Clint and Natasha seemed to have fun too, so it was just down to me and Steve. He's still hurting for that dead girlfriend of his. :(
I wish you were here too.
At the end of his long message, I notice a small photo and I tap on it, blinking as it opens. Tony's sprawled on his bed, holding a pillow to his chest, his big brown orbs staring straight into the camera. I blink back tears and I quickly type a reply.
I love you, Tony.
I press send and lie down against the pillows, waiting for a reply. I stare at the ceiling, breathing slowly and listening to the way the rain pours down the rooftop.
His reply is fast.
Me too, Potts. Sleep tight.
I let out a soft breath and smile, texting back with a wicked grin.
Your penthouse in NY. Tomorrow night. I'll be waiting.
I press send with a sigh and close my eyes, falling asleep, already planning ahead for tomorrow.
