Ah the wonderful world of fanfiction. Gotta love it. Now I hope you like this chapter, it gets a little steamy, just warning you.

Ok, you know the drill. I don't have the insane pleasure of owning Marvel or anything associated with the Avengers so on an so forth. However anyone who says that Tony Stark isn't real is lying, because according to my friend IamTheBlaze, he is my fiancé :)

Previously:

I hugged him tight one more time before departing for my room.

When I opened my door, I find a SHIELD jump suit with all my equipment ready for me. I go take a shower, washing away all the disturbing memories from this night. After I finish my shower I wrap myself in my small white towel and do my makeup, it's unconventional to do makeup before changing, but that's just how weird I am sometimes. This time I go for a more natural look. I tint my eyelids with chocolate brown eye shadow and I use black eye liner and mascara just for something extra. My light brown lipstick coats my lips just enough to make it look semi-natural. I slip into my clothes and put my long hair into a pony tail. My feet are already sore from the stilettoes I had to wear tonight, but it was part of the uniform to wear my black boots with high wedges.

I trudged to the hanger so tired that I could collapse right here in the hallway. I met a few of my colegues through the halls, they hugged me, congratulated me and wished me luck. I wonder how long it will be before I am back here? A month? A year? The fact that I had never been on a mission this huge before definitely scared me into oblivion. I guess I have Tony to protect me. For god sake, what am I saying? Tony only thinks about himself and he thinks that I am an annoying rookie that is beneath him. Well I guess I will find out what time of agent I really am on this mission. I did want this, didn't I?

A step into the hanger shows a gigantic Stark industries jet waiting for me. Holy crap! I've never seen such a big plane before. How does that thing fly? I have always been sceptical when it came to planes and how they fly. Seen as my worst fear is death, how can I not think about the consequences of a 485 tonne aircraft floating in the sky?

I walk up the steps into the jet to find Tony seated on what looks like the comfiest chair in the world. There is a matching one just opposite him that I plonk into. Before he can say a word to me, I have already fallen asleep.

I stand up and go to the kitchen on the plane. But a hand grabs me and pulls me into one of the bedrooms. It is a Stark jet after all, this jet has everything. A hand claps over my eyes so all I can see is black. I try to scream but I'm shoved on the bed before I can make a noise. My eyes are covered by a blind fold; all I can see is distorted shapes through the material. I try to kick but my hands and ankles are already securely strapped to the bed. My clothes are ripped off my body and I can't cover myself. I can hear a moan. It is definitely a man. Suddenly his mouth on my chest, I try to scream once more, but all that comes out is a whimper, and it wasn't from pain. His hands were all over my body. His hands move behind my head and he unties the blind fold letting it fall off my face. I can see the man's face clearly now. Tony kissed me hard caressing my body.

"Ally!"

I woke up with a start as I heard my name being shouted. I look around me and I am in the same chair I was in when I got onto the plane. Damn it, it was a nightmare. Or was it a dream?

"Ally, are you ok? I heard you moaning in your sleep," Tony looked at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Oh, yeah, I'm ok. Just a nightmare, or a dream. Oh I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

"I don't know!" I shouted frustrated.

He leaned forward and held my hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

"No, you would think I'm a freak."

"Well we can be freaks together," he said cheerfully.

"I'm sorry Tony, I'll tell you one day, but I don't think that day is today."

"Well just tell me when you are ready. In the meantime, I am going to the bedroom to sleep, I'm so tired from today."

I looked dumbstruck as he walked away. He said he was going to the bedroom. Oh lord, what do I do now? I want to know what he thinks of me, but I don't want him to remember it. If he remembered it and rejected me, I wouldn't be able to work with him for however long we are here. It would be too awkward. And I could potentially be destroying any type of friendship I have with this man. And even though I act like he is a pest, which sometimes he really is, I love the little stages of banter we have every day. I would hate to lose that. It's been decided, I need to ask him in a way that he won't remember. I look around the plane frustrated that we aren't at SHIELD. If we were, there would be a mind eraser machine I could use. I spot something in the corner of my eye. The bar. The bar? YES! The bar! I'll get him drunk. If he is drunk, he won't remember a thing.

I walk swiftly to the bar and grab a bottle of tequila. A whole bottle should do the trick. I grab one of the big glasses and fill it with the liquid. He should be sleepy enough to not realise what he is drinking. I take both the bottle and the glass into the bedroom. I say his name softly while I gently push him. His eyes flutter open and he stares at me, confused as hell.

"I thought I might get you a drink. You looked pretty stressed," I said innocently.

Looking at the drink, he shrugged his shoulders and downed the drink. Before he had time to say anything I took the glass, filled it with more tequila and handed it back to him. He downed it once more. This continued until the whole bottle was gone. He was definitely drunk. I knew this because he called me 'mommy' and told me to go make him some cereal.

"Tony, it's Ally."

"ALLY! YES IT IS YOU!"

"That was loud. Anyway, Tony, what do you think of me?" Better to just be blunt with it. I shifted my legs so that I was straddling him and I traced circles on his chest. He looked like he was going to explode.

"Come again?" Was the only thing that came from his mouth.

To give things a push I whispered in his ear.

"I want to know what you think of me. Am I just a friend? Or am I something more?"

"How do you not know?"

"Know what?" Ok this guy is fricken confusing when he is drunk. Scratch that, he is just confusing in general.

"I've liked you for ages. That's why I asked you how to impress a girl the other day. I wanted to impress you," he slurred.

Before I could say a word, his eyes drooped and he fell back onto the bed, asleep.

He has liked me for ages? How long? I'm actually excited from this information. I know I shouldn't be But I am. I know what I am going to do tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day I tell Tony how I feel.

So there it was! He likes her! Now wait and see how he reacts when she feels the same way.

And also, thank you to IamTheBlaze and Lady Morgie for the helpful reviews. I'm glad you like the story. My job is to make people smile and be all emotional!

Expect more chapters in the not to distant future, cause I'm on a roll people!

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