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'He can't remember anything?' Rhodey said, shocked.

Pepper nodded, 'he forgot his name.'

Rhodey folded his arms and looked into the room where Tony had passed out and was now snoring softly.

'Does he remember now?'

Pepper shrugged. 'I don't know, he only remembered me after I told him who I was, and even then it took a while.'

Rhodey sighed and looked over at his sleeping friend.

'I have to get back to base; I'll be over this evening, promise.'

Hugging Pepper- awkwardly- Rhodey left, heading back to Edward's Air Force Base.

Pepper stayed out of the room, gazing at the posters on the wall opposite. Then she heard the sound of someone muttering.

Pepper stepped back into Tony's room. He was tossing and turning, sweat pouring out of his pours, muttering under his breath: 'Pepper… no, don't… stay… Obadiah, he… I refuse.'

Pepper walked over to him and shook him gently. Tony didn't wake up, it was clear he was becoming even more distressed.

'He… dad didn't… no-one said… push the button, just do it… Pepper look out!'

Pepper stared at him, and shook him harder.

'Tony!'

Tony sat bolt upright, stopping about 3cms from her face. 'Um… hi Pepper.'

'You remember me?' Pepper said hopefully.

Tony nodded, 'how many times have you had to wake me up now?'

Pepper hugged Tony tightly, 'too many times, you should really see a shrink.'

Tony snorted as he hugged her back. 'And what will they think? It's a well known fact that all shrinks are interested in is sex and sexual patterns. That's it Peps! That's all they go on about! I'm not kidding, stop laughing!' He said, tickling her in the ribs.

Pepper batted his hand away, but then caught it again and held it tightly. 'That isn't true Tony.'

Tony raised an eyebrow at her. 'Ask a shrink then, go on, I dare you. Ask them anything and I'll guarantee they can link it back to sex.'

'You have a dirty mind, Tony Stark,' Pepper said laughing.

Tony stared at her in amusement. 'You've just noticed? And you've been my assistant for… what? 8 years almost? Do keep up, Pepper.'

Pepper sat on the edge of the bed. 'How do you feel?'

Tony leaned forward and took her other hand, looking straight into her eyes.

'I want to go home,' he said. 'Get me out of here, please, Pepper.'

Pepper stared mournfully at him. 'I can't Tony, you need treatment.'

'Treatment!' Tony sighed. 'All the doctors are convinced I'm losing my mind, they've clearly managed to convince you. Please Pepper, get me out of here.'

Pepper pulled her hands away. 'And what will you do when you get home?'

Tony stared at her, shocked. 'You think I'll be immediately out in the suit don't you!'

Pepper nodded. 'I know you, Tony.'

Tony smiled and shook his head. 'Clearly not as well as you think. I may be reckless occasionally, but I'm not stupid, Pepper. I'm hardly going to go flying around in the state my head is in now. Get JARVIS to deny me access to the suit if it makes you feel better, even to the whole workshop! I'll be happy with lounging on the sofa and watching films all day. Just please, Pepper, get me home, you know how much I hate hospitals.'

Pepper sighed. 'I'll try, Tony, but I can't promise anything, you have to understand that now. And I will lock down your workshop, you need to rest. And a doctor will probably come down everyday to check your head is still in shape.'

Tony nodded.

'I accept those terms, Pep,' he said. 'Now please, get me home.'