Heeeeellllloooo readers! It's Annie back with another chapter! I'm a little disappointed about lack of reviews, but hey! What am I gonna do about it? Maybeeeeee, nah...I'll let it go...for now. :) Jkjk! But I hope you guys like this chapter because this particular section sets off the rest of the story.
BTRlover1122: I hope you weren't being sarcastic. If you were, OF COURSE NATASHA'S OOC! I wrote her like that for a reason! And I hope you did your research on the Black Widow origins before writing this review. If you didn't, then I should let you know that she is called Black Widow because that's the codename KGB/Red Room gave her. While she is an actual widow from an arranged marriage, that's not how she got her name. Next time, if you're gonna post on anything about Black Widow or Hawkeye, get your facts right, okay? :D
Okay, now that my rant is done, I'm just gonna warn you, I lied in the last chapter. I'm adding one of my favorite pairings into this lovely story that I've decided to change because I have interesting ideas. So, hope you guys like my new approach! See you after the chapter!
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To say that Pepper Potts was an intimidating woman was an understatement. She struck fear and respect into everyone she encountered. But she was a very overworked woman, especially now that she has five of the six Avengers living in her tower. She was stressed beyond belief, and Tony knew it.
She walked down the hall in her crisp red blouse and pencil skirt, her heels click-clacking on the polished wood floors. She didn't even bother knocking before she pushed open the door to Tony's private lab.
"Tony," she started," you have a five-thirty meeting that just ended two hours ago, and we've got a gala that you and the Avengers will be arriving at next week."
"Yeah, yeah. Just...remind JARVIS to tell me an hour before," he said, waving her off while not looking up from his blueprints.
She did as he said, then turned. "Is there anything else you will need, Mr. Stark?" she asked, slightly annoyed that he was brushing her off.
"No...except that tonight you will meet me outside the Tower, eight o' clock, and look pretty," he said as he walked over to her and kissed her temple.
She rolled her eyes and hid her childish grin. "As you wish, Mr. Stark."
With that she exited the lab, her heels tapping the floor as she walked away.
After making sure that she was gone, he opened up a panel on one of his see through screens displaying a small, yet intricate diamond ring.
"No, as you wish, Pep," he murmured as he examined his greatest creation to date, only second to the Iron Man suit.
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At exactly eight o' clock, Tony stepped outside the spinning doors of Stark Tower to see an intricately dressed woman standing outside his tower. She turned, and Tony's breath hitched. It was Pepper. Her hair was in a braided updo, and she was wearing a long green dress. Tony, out of habit, checked his pocket to make sure the small box was still there. Thankfully, it still was. He walked up to her and grabbed her hand, kissing it gently.
"You look beautiful, Pep," he said as he led her to the limousine.
As she entered the limousine, Pepper couldn't help but gawk at the intricateness of Tony's limo. She'd been working for him for some time now, but she still could not get used to all the luxury.
"Tony, where are we going?" she asked, a small grin on her face.
He just gave her his signature smirk and vaguely answered, " You'll see."
They then lapsed into a comfortable silence, with Pepper wondering where they were going and Tony inwardly freaking out. After about fifteen minutes, the limo halted to a stop. Tony got out first then walked over to her side to help her out. Pepper stepped out and looked at the sign above her.
"Ma Belle et Ma Cherie now playing "the flashy sign showed. It's the play she'd been wanting to see. She smiled at Tony as he took her hand and walked her inside.
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Back at the Tower, Steve was having a mental breakdown. Where is she? he panicked, trying to think of any and everywhere Ms. Peggy Carter might be.
"Where's who, Steve?" a voice called out from behind him. It was Bruce, an armful of projects in his hands. He set the projects down and came closer to Steve and the laptop.
"Someone from the past- my past," Steve clarified," but I can't find her anywhere! I've looked everywhere- SHIELD databases, MI6 logs, everything! It's like she doesn't want to be found!"
Bruce pushed the computer away and stood up. "Maybe that's the problem, Cap. Maybe she doesn't want to be found."
Then Bruce walked away to let Steve have his space and mull over what he said.
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After the play, Tony and Pepper went to Central Park to just enjoy the chill of the November night. After they walked, Tony sat Pepper down on a bench. He was nervous, but he didn't show it.
"Virginia Potts," he started," You have put up with all my bullshit since your first day as my assistant, and you continue to scare the shit out of me just like you did that day. Even when you're my co-CEO and you're tired and stressed, you continue to put up with my whining and bullshit. I've known that I've loved you, and that I will continue to love you until the day I die."
He then proceeded to get down on one knee with the box in his hand.
"Virginia Pepper Potts, will you marry me?"
Pepper's face was unreadable, and for what felt like hours there was not a sound. Until...
"No."
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