Charlie's p.o.v.

"So, how's living the American dream working for you?"

I rolled my eyes at my sisters question,

"Wonderful!"

"You don't sound really . . .happy."

I sighed, "I have to tell you that I'm not. America is not for me and I count the days until I'll be able to go home."

"I must say, that surprises me. You where always the communicative and friendly one. Adjustment was never your problem. What happened?"

"Well, there is just too much adjustment that I can't handle."

"Well, hold on and if you need something . . .call, okay?

I smiled, "Okay. Bye.", and hung up the phone.

I opened my laptop and started to write the paper again until my phone interrupted me.

I growled loudly, "Who is it now?!"

Picking up my cell phone I saw a familiar number, "Hello?"

"Charles, is that you?"

There was only one person stubborn enough that, after all the time I begged and pleaded for him to stop calling my Charles, still calls me that.

"Yes boss, it's Charlie."

"Can you please come. Anna is not feeling very good."

I looked at my laptop and sighed, "Yea . . .I'll be there in twenty minutes.", and I hung up.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my job but he was a pain in the ass. I'm never going to finish with my work with him around my neck.

I went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, put some make up on, got dressed and rushed trough the door.


Tony's p.o.v.

"Sir, are you okay?", I heard J.A.R.V.I.S. ask.

"I'm fine."

I was lying on the couch, looking at the ceiling.

"Sir, mister Rodes is here."

I stood up as he entered the room.

"James . . .what brings you here?"

He sat down, looking at me, "Not a good event, I must say."

I sat down next to him, "What happened?"

He was silent for a few moments,

"I saw Pepper today."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking towards the counter to pour myself some more Whiskey, "And?"

"Well . . .I don't know how to tell you this but-"

"You saw her with another guy? Yea, I know."

He raised an eyebrow, "Really? How come you didn't tell me anything?"

"Because i'm not a woman and I don't go sobbing to my best friend. I'm fine . . .more or less."

"But you seem worried."

I rubbed my eyes, "There's a girl."

James smiled, "Already?"

I shook my head, "No, no. Not like that. It's about something she said . . .once."

James raised an eyebrow, "Well . . .what did she tell you?"

I looked at him, "That's my fault for all the things that happens here. That, since I'm the Iron man, all those crazy people come here because of me . . .because they want to defeat me or be an equal to me . . .to Iron man and . . .well, I think she's right. That's part of the reason why Pepper left me . . .because I can't stop . . .I don't want to stop.

"You like the girl."

I looked at him, frustrated, "Did you even listen to a thing I just said?"

He nodded, "Yes I did and, right now, I don't have an answer for you if that's what your looking for. Go and ask her about that."

I shook my head and stood up, "I don't need an answer. I didn't ask a question."

"Then what do you need?"

He was looking at me and I didn't really know what to say.

"That's your problem . . .you don't know what you need . . .but I do. You need approval. She criticized you and now you have the need to explain your self to her. . . . Well, then go. Find fer and talk to her if that's going to make you feel better."


Charlie's p.o.v.

My shift was almost over and I was packing my stuff into my bag. It was a lazy day and I was really sleepy. In one moment I heard the signal bell ring as someone opened the door.

"Good evening. Can I help you?", I said before looking at the customer.

"Maybe. It depends on you really."

I stopped for a second. I knew that voice. Turning around I saw Tony stand in front of the door.

I smiled, "Oh, hello . . .what brings you here?"

"I . . .I would like to talk to you."

I nodded, "Okay . . .about?"

"About something you said . . .some time ago."

I exactly knew what it was.

"Look, Tony-"

"No.", he interrupted me. "Please, let's talk."

I nodded, "Okay. My shift is over so we can go and talk."

He nodded as well, "Stark tower? I made dinner . . ."

I started to laugh, "You or your maid?"

He narrowed my eyes, "I don't have a maid . . .at leas not a human one, and yes, I can cook."

I patted him on the shoulders, "I'm joking. God, don't be so sensitive."

He opened the door for me, "I'm not."

"Thank you.", I told him and locked the door.

"Shall we?", he said, holding the door from his car.

"Yes, we shall.", I said sitting in.

This is going to be an interesting dinner.