As I pulled up The Banqueting Hall in Whitehall, the paparazzi was already camped outside the building and the crowds were amazing. Parking the car right at the star of the carpet , caught half of the cameras attention but once I stepped out of the Driver's side instead on Tony go the other half pointed at us right away. I handed the keys to the valet and winked then walked over to Tony's side, who was smirking softly offering his arm.
"Ready to make a bang?" He whispered softly to me as I took his arm and put on a small smile for the cameras.
"I think we already did." I whispered back smirking at him.
Once we stepped on the carpet the night went by in a flash, it was a blur of drinks, meeting people, making jokes, and a bit of dancing. The laughter was the most unforgettable part from that night between the two of us, and we both let go of the trouble that we had on our shoulders. The next morning thought my head pounded so loud, I'm pretty sure it was audible and the pounding on my bedroom room door didn't help.
"WHAT?!" I screamed sitting up in my bed, looking up at the door.
"Come on Frosty! It's been 8 hours, time to wake up sunshine." Tony's voice erupted after the banging ceased.
I grunted and rolled out the bed only to stumble over a poorly placed set of heels, and amazingly I was in a t-shirt and shorts and not still in the dress. I walked over to the door and slowly pulled it open to see a slightly ragged version on Tony standing there hold a glass of water and what looked like two pills.
"For me?" I asked sarcastically taking them from his hand.
"No it's for you headache Frost. You have a good night?" He questioned leaning against the doorframe.
"I don't remember." I honestly replied downing the pills and the glass of water, "Where'd you sleep?"
"On the couch." Tony mentioned.
"Oh god, please don't tell me John or Sherlock saw you, they don't know I'm friends with you." I grumbled pushing past him and heading down the stairs and stumbling into the living room.
"Tony Stark…a strange choice in friends." Sherlock piped up from his position standing in front the mirror, which was covered in papers.
"Good morning to you Sherlock; John out?" I asked noticed his presence wasn't here.
"He was here early." He mumbled softly.
"Mmmm..." I spoke running my hair through my hair, "Would you mind giving me back the key you stole from me?"
Sherlock then pulled it out and looked it over, "Normal key but hold sentimental value, of a lost friend or a lost love." He deduced, as I walked over and took it out of his hands.
"Don't Deduce me." I hissed at him glaring at him then looking over at the photos, "Figure out what that means yet?"
"Why do you care?" he retorted back, not taking his eyes off of me.
"Just do…" I said turning away back towards the opposite wall, "Now give me the real key?"
I glanced over to see him smirk and toss the real key of his shoulder; I caught it and tossed the other key at him.
As I reached the door, a loud buzzing went off from up the stairs, "Ugh Tony," I groaned climbing up the stairs ignoring the deducing eye of Sherlock.
"Pepper, just calm down I'm fine." Tony spoke over my cell phone he held to his ear.
"Give me the phone tony" I said holding my hand out, "I'll calm her down."
"Here" he defended mumbled handing me the phone.
"Hey Pepper, It's Sam." I spoke watching Tony sit at the foot of bed.
"Sam, he is with you. Thank god." She huffed with a sigh of relief.
"Of course he is, I'm the only friend in London he has." I responded turning my back to Tony, "He doesn't really have a meeting here in London does he?"
"No, is that what he told you?" Pepper questioned
"What do you think he would tell me the truth?" I sarcastically responded back to her, causing me to get an audible groan from Tony.
"Well we had a fight about the ironman thing, and he stormed out. Now I know where he went…" She sighed softly, "He is a child sometimes."
"That makes him the person we all care for though Pepper." I commented
"Stop talking about me Frosty." Tony interjected from the bed.
"Then go downstairs if you don't want to hear us, "I responded, turning and looking at him, "Just don't talk to Sherlock and try not to punch."
"Fine" Tony grumbled getting up and heading downstairs out of sight.
"Sorry about that, now continue Pepper, Tell me the whole story." I insisted taking a seat on the bed, bracing myself for a long story.
Thirty minutes later Pepper finished explaining how she was worried about Tony be unable to sleep recently and the events from the New York attacked haunted him every night. She said his drinking had got worst and she started to plead with him to give up being Ironman for a few months until he got back on his feet. Apparently he lashed out and stormed out and she hasn't heard from him in two days until this morning when she stumbled upon a photo of the two of us from last night with the headline "Tony Stark's new love interest and what happened to Pepper?" I calmed her down and explained we were just two friends trying to get the weight of losing something off their shoulders. Luckily she understood and explained that Tony should take his time in coming back until he felt a little better.
"I promise I'll keep him safe and away from drinking so much ok Pepper?" I spoke softly to a still worried Pepper.
"Ok, don't be afraid to stick him on a plane if you get sick of him ok?" She chuckled weakly
"Ok I will, I'll talk to you soon." I nodded softly knowing she understood
"Thank you, Sam. You are the best thing that happened to him since the New York attack. You're one of his close friends." Pepper confessed to me.
I choked out the next few words, "And so are the both of you to me. Thank you so much for your help with everything."
Pepper chuckled, "Anytime, I'll let you go now, I have a board meeting in 10 minutes."
"Ok Bye Pepper." I muttered out, hanging up the phone and take in the current info Pepper told to me.
I sat in silence for a few minutes looking down at the blacked screen of my phone in deep thought, only to be pulled out when a bang come from downstairs living room where Tony and Sherlock were.