Chapter 3: C

Did anyone keep count for how long I was gone? I didn't but it sure felt like forever! I'm so sorry for not writing or updating sooner! And those who PMed me (you know who you are) I'm sorry for not responding sooner! I apologize for a whole lot… But first.

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Okay let me declare something. The "evil" Tony will be the one calling her the creepy stuff like, "Angel." And stuff, the actual Tony will be the normal one. The actual Tony from Iron Man Armored Adventures. So… it's effective from now!

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"No." Pepper's heart rose into her throat. Her breathing hitched in her throat. "Tony" continued to stare at the television, his face blank. But Pepper could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and his clenched fist.

"Oh yes." He rose to his feet, not once letting go of her wrist. In fact, he squeezed it much harder.

Pepper honestly didn't know what to think. It was as though her brain shut off completely. Her tongue felt dry, and her hands felt clammy. All she felt was fear.

Absolute fear.

"I told you. I would catch you." His voice was low and evil. He smelled as though he had been to a bar, and Pepper knew how that smelled like.

Her fear increased ten-fold.

"How did you find me?" Pepper finally asked. She didn't want him to touch her and had to buy some time. "Where's Tony?"

Tony laughed, false humor dripping like venom in her veins. "I AM Tony." She shook her head, disagreeing with him. This wasn't her Tony. This one is a monster.

Pepper felt her hand growing numb. Her head spun, and she felt, suddenly, nauseated.

Tony moved up to her, moving his feet so they interlocked with her own. Even if she wanted to escape, she couldn't anymore. One of Tony's hands snaked around to her back. IT gently pushed onto her lover back, but then forcefully pushed her against Tony's chest. She tried fighting, but realized two things. One, even if she wanted to move, Tony's foot would trip her and he would just land on top of her. Two, if she managed to get her feet out of the 'lock,' Tony's arms were still draped around her; she was caged in.

"Where's Tony?" Pepper hissed again. Tony leaned in, a smile written along his lips. His eyes were partially closed. He nuzzled into her hair, mumbling her name over and over again. His lips grazed her neck, sending a shiver or terror through her spine.

"Let me go." She tried testing his strength. He was so busy pecking her neck that his hands suddenly fell to her hips. Hands. Her wrists were free!

Timing it carefully, Pepper waited until "Tony's" lips started running down her collarbone. She faked a moan and placed her hands securely on his chest. She felt him smile. It sickened her.

Each second was painful, she wanted to painfully push away, give him a good kick in the groin, and run. But that was her body speaking, not her mind.

As Tony's lips came to her Adam's Apple, she felt his feet shift. In an instant, Pepper pushed with all her might, driving her knee into his stomach.

Tony made a very unintelligent noise, and collapsed to the floor, his arms encircled around his mid-section.

Pepper didn't hesitate; she ran to Tony's room, shut the door, and locked it. She started piling heavy objects against the door, when suddenly something hit the door.

Tony rammed his shoulder over and over again into the door. It shuddered, but didn't budge. "STOP!" Pepper cried. She inched her way towards Tony's window. Her only option was to jump out and run.

"Oh, Angel." Tony cooed. Then there was silence. Pepper, confused, wanted to go towards the door and see that he was gone, but it was the exact opposite.

Tony ran against the door, breaking the lock and throwing the wooden entrance against the stacked barriers. "You open this door," Pepper warned. "—I'll – I'll call the cops."

An arm shot out of the open crack and mad a wild grab at Pepper. She screamed, threw open the window, and leaped out.

Landing on her feet like a cat, she sprinted towards his armory. Tony's evil laugh echoed behind her.

…

She ran all the way to the armory, never stopping once for a break. Pepper punched in her special code and jumped up and down waiting for the door to open. She could've sworn she heard Tony's voice trailing behind her.

Running inside she panted, waiting nervously as the armored doors sealed her in.

Pepper placed a hand over her heart and sighed loudly. Her fear was confirmed; she couldn't trust either Tony. She didn't know which one was which. Their actions explained all of the suspicious of course, but the Tony's acted at the end. They never gave her time to act herself.

The real Tony was gentle when he kissed her or touched her. The false Tony was a bit more brutal and acted as though he was always hungry for more. But one thing was same; they both loved her, one more than the other.

There was a small whooshing sound that made Pepper whirl around. Tony came out of his bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, and another one drying his damp hair. He was whistling, a sweet melody that reminded Pepper of her mom.

Tony made a move to his clothing when suddenly he heard a yelp. His heart would've gladly sprung out of his chest if it weren't for the bones in his body.

"Pepper?" He threw on his shirt, forgetting completely about his pants and ran up to her.

She slipped on a screw that was on the ground.

When Tony made a move to help her up, she defiantly help her hand up in a denying gesture. "I'm good." She said with a grunt.

Tony watched as she stood and brushed off her pajama pants. His heart ached for a kiss, but he knew her expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked innocently. Pepper shot him a hard look.

"You chased me here." Her voice was hard and angry, and maybe even fearful. Tony came forward and took her shoulders.

"Tell me Pepper. Do I look like I was chasing you?" He asked notching an eyebrow.

It was a true statement; it didn't seem possible that Tony would be taking a shower when he was chasing her. So… there were two Tony's?

"True." Pepper took Tony's hand and held it close to her chest. "But I don't understand. Tony?" She didn't look at him, but played with his fingers.

"Yes Pepper?"

"Do you believe me? At all?" Pepper took this time to lead him to the couch. Tony followed, sitting down next to her, but his mind was racing.

He wanted to believe her, but it was hard to. Tony had never seen the other… 'Tony.' But then again, Pepper wouldn't make it up. This kind of story would be too hard to make up.

"Pepper. It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I don't know how to." Tony said.

Pepper blinked. "What do you mean? How can you not BELIEVE ME?! You followed me! You're haunting me Tony! I don't know! I don't-"

Suddenly, Pepper's eyes rolled up into her head. Her body started jerking, her joints became stiff.

"Pepper!" Tony rushed to pull on some pants. He threw on his backpack and pushed the center button. As the armor enveloped him, Tony watched helplessly as Pepper fell to the floor and continued to jerk against her own will.

"Hang on Pepper. Hang on." As Tony slipped her into his hands, Tony could've sworn he heard laughter behind him.

ALL RIGHT! Holy… I think this went a lot worse than my other chapters! However, I promise y'all it shall get better! So… REVIEW! I want to see how many of y'all think the evil Tony is getting creepier and creepier.