Hello! Posting this chapter from a dance competition! I found the internet! lol Quickly, just letting you know there may not be as many updates in the near future due to schoolwork getting more complicated along with other things. But I will update when I can! I really enjoy writing this fan fiction, so it will NOT die! Anyways, enjoy! Disclaimer: Iron Man = not mine. :( Nicki's P.O.V.:

Nicki's P.O.V.:

Two seconds left in the game…don't lose it Nicki. I thought to myself, my heart pounding, adrenaline flowing through my veins. We're only winning by one.

That was it…there would never be a moment in field hockey as intense as this. It was all down to me now…if we win or tie. A stroke had been called; apparently one of my team mates had made a 'deliberate' foul. It was me, alone in the net, alone on defense, with one player from the other team, standing on the stroke line…a devious white line that was dangerously close to my goal, and she was going to flick the ball, as in make it air born, into my net. I had to save it. Had to! It may seem simple enough, but oh no, it wasn't. First, there was hardly ever a stroke called in a game especially two seconds before the game ended and two, rarely…and I mean rarely does a goalie ever save it. Yeah I know, an 'Oh shit' moment indeed.

"Ready goalie?" The ref asked. I nodded, making myself as wide as I could, as bulky as possible in my padded suit. I can do this…I can do this…Tony's watching…I can do this!

"Ready?" The ref said to my opponent.

"Ready." She said this so full of hate and distain…she was determined not to blow it as well as I. Only, she had the better chance at not blowing it. The ref blew the whistle. Bring…it…on.

Her stick went back, coming down on the rock hard ball, wedging itself underneath it, making it air born. I prepared myself to jump for it, but the ball wasn't high enough for that. It was headed for the bottom right corner of the goal, a false flick as I called it. I immediately pushed my feet off the ground, sliding on the dirt, my hands ready to deflect. The ball came in contact with my hands, I smacked it away, the ball veering off to the side away from the goal. The crowd went wild. I did it.

My team sprinted excitedly into me when the whistle blew calling the end of the game. My opponent as I saw, stood there, too embarrassed to move. The team crowded around me, hugging me, congratulating me, tapping their sticks on my helmet, giving me high fives.

We then did the usual ritual of high fiving the other team and then celebrated some more. When my team cleared away, I turned around to go pack up my stuff.

And who do I run into? Damien.

"Hey Stark. Nice job." He smirked. "You liking the new name?" I removed my helmet and mouth guard.

"Thanks." I tried to say as warmly as I could. I ignored his question. "You didn't come here just to watch me, did you?" I sighed, already knowing the answer.

"Of course I didn't." He folded his arms, raising his eyebrows pretending to be hurt by this. "I came to check out your older bro. Hey Sammi." I turned to see Sammi standing behind me.

"Hey Dami." Sammi smiled, I frowned in response. Damien cleared his throat, clearly a symbol for her to leave. "Oh. I'm going to go…umm…get my stuff." She fast walked to our team's bench awkwardly to take her cleats off.

I rolled my eyes. "What is it?"

"Nothin'…just." Damien ran his hand through his hair…nervously? Was he nervous? Oh. Dear. God. "I don't know. I wanted to know since Stark's really your brother now…I guess it's time for you to find someone else. I'm available." He grinned suddenly. The Damien I knew had returned.

I huffed. "Damien! Forget about it! It's a no! Just stop, please!" I felt like I had spit out venom. "Damien, I got to go. I'll see you around. Stop being such a jerk." I walked right past him, helmet and mouth guard in hand, to put away my stuff.

"Yeah…bye." I heard him whisper. He shuffled away in the opposite direction.

I began to take my stuff off, shoving my pads and other glorious armor pieces inside the mammoth sized bag of mine. Luckily, I was allowed to keep it all in the sports supply shed.

Sammi was already packed. "So…nice game?" She made small talk, seeing the Damien conversation hadn't gone over well.

"Yup. Great game." I sighed, putting my sneakers on and my cleats in my bag. "You ready?" I smiled, trying to make light of the situation instead of my usual brooding self.

"Am I?" Sammi became ecstatic. I gave her the eyebrow. "And yes…I'll behave." She giggled.

"Good." I got up and hulled the bag over my shoulder.

"Great game girls!" A voice congratulated us from behind. "You make such a great goalie, Nicki, who knew?" It said, jokingly.

I looked out of the corner of my eye at Sammi who was fighting hard to control herself. We both turned around.

"Thanks Tony." I rolled my eyes. He smirked. Pepper and Hogan were also standing there.

"Umm…guys. This," I gestured to my best friend, "is Sammi. Sammi, this is my brother, Tony, his P.A. Pepper Potts, and our driver, Hogan." I introduced to her my family.

"Well, we've heard a lot about you, Sammi." Tony held out his hand for her to shake it and she certainly took it willingly. Tony made a questioning face at me. I shrugged. Hmm…this 'behaving yourself' thing wasn't going so well.

"Really?!" Sammi breathed, grinning at me. Oh boy. I nodded my head nervously. And she always said I was crazily overly obsessed with him? Luckily, that ship had since long sailed.

Luckily, I was saved from Sammi practically killing Tony by my coach. She came up from behind her two players, patting our shoulders. I turned around to face her very pleased expression.

"Amazing job today, girls." She was very enthusiastic. "You both worked your behinds out there! And Nicki…yet again you save the fate of another game! What an incredible save!" She noticed Tony, Pepper, and Hogan standing there.

"Mr. Stark…I hope you realize how special your sister really is in the field hockey realm." My coach nodded at him, staying cool. "You know, if she keeps this up she could play college level some day." She said matter-of-factly. She then walked away to congratulate the other players.

Sammi and I looked at each other, wide eyed. Coach would never say something like that! She must have been extremely stoked over this win! Yes! No perimeters next practice! Or at least…maybe…less of them.

"Girls, you go put your stuff away." Hogan notified us. "The Rolls will be waiting for you in the front of the school." I nodded while Sammi on the other hand gasped. This made Hogan laugh. Oh Sammi.

Sammi sprinted ahead of me for the locker room instead of waiting. I sighed, how sad was this? But…I didn't blame her, but luckily, I was now used to the world of Stark. Pepper came over and gave me an enthusiastic hug before following Hogan to the car. "Nicki, you amaze me." She laughed.

I started walking towards the shed when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped and turned around to face a wildly grinning Tony.

"So." His eyebrows raised. "College level?!"