This is a continuation of the Disney Arc. :D I hope you like.

Okay, so, I think I've fallen in love with Loki. Sorry to anyone who thinks he's despicably evil, (well, he sort of is a little) but I adore him… gonna start a Loki fic with an OC, but ideas are still rolling around. If you're interested in a really great Loki fic, there's one that I love so far called "A Lost Son's Return" by Waffles Risa. It's amazing! It's what happens when Thor and Loki leave Earth at the end of the Avengers.

This chapter is dedicated to Alex Leep, who made my day by reviewing tons of these chapters. You are excellently amazing my friend. :D

Disclaimer: I may be going to see the Avengers tomorrow, (again!) but I don't own Iron Man…

The large room that Pepper had seen when they had first entered the Castle was the one they were headed to. It really felt like an old castle inside, like you see in movies. Pepper couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the thought of actually having to manage a whole kingdom.

She practically did, anyway.

The sconces on the walls were emitting a soft glow of yellow light that spanned down the entire corridor. Her left arm was hooked with Tony's right, and when she looked up at him, she knew how relaxed he was. For once, he felt like he didn't need to worry.

That was a feeling he hadn't had in a long, long time.

They were following the two guards that had come and got them from their room. The silence of the group was not awkward, only pleasant. Their shoes scuffled, Pepper's heels clacked. Echo down the hallway.

Until they reach a large room. It was massive, and seemed like it took up the entire castle. The ballroom floor was tiled in shimmering white and the lightest shade of blue imaginable. Columns separated each large window that went practically from floor to ceiling. There were royal red curtains along the walls, large golden tassels hanging off each to let in the starlight. In the front of the room, there was a large red carpet that overtook the three stairs to two thrones. They were beautiful too. The deepest red velvet on the chairs, and a gold outline.

Had they been shoved into "Cinderella?"

It surprised Pepper that other guests were there. Why should it though?

Men and women twirled all over that expansive floor. There were over a hundred, at least. Every once in a while Pepper would notice a Princess go sliding by, a Prince on her arm.

One of guards turns to them, "Enjoy yourselves, the reenactment starts in about twenty minutes, so prepare."

"What?" Pepper asks.

"Because you are our guests of honor this evening, you'll be part of our performance. It's nothing large, I assure you."

"I don't act," Pepper says nervously, and she feels Tony's grip tighten around her arm.

"Do you dance?"

"She does," Tony smiles.

"Then you'll be fine," The guard turns back around and motions for the man who announces people to come to them.

The guard whispers in his ear and the man taps his large cane-like scepter on the floor twice. The room quiets instantly and all eyes turn to them.

"Now presenting, Mr. and-" He stops when Pepper leans forward and corrects him.

"Excuse me," he continues, "Now presenting Mr. Stark and Miss Potts."

The music began to play again, and the two were greeted with warm smiles as they descended the few stairs there.

Across the room, seated on one of the thrones sat a very bored looking young man. He was wearing a uniform, although it was much different than all of the others that Pepper had seen so far. It was white, and had a red sash and a few golden medals. He wore white gloves, shiny black shoes, and had dark brown hair.

"Look at Prince Charming over there," Tony points out, whisking her out to the dance floor.

Pepper hums in reply, looking everywhere and then settling her eyes on her escort. His brown eyes are wandering, curious and light. Then he meets hers and raises an eyebrow.

He could ruin the moment by saying something along the lines of, "Like what you see Potts?"

But he doesn't. He just simply smiles.

The dance ends, and another begins. They don't stop until the announcer taps his scepter three times for attention.

"All eligible ladies are to gather toward the front of the ballroom for the honor of seeking his royal highness, Prince Charming's hand."

"I guess that's your cue," Tony smiles, kissing her on the forehead and letting Pepper walk with all of the other women to the front.

Two of the ugliest dresses she'd ever seen waltzed up to the Prince, who was now standing at attention. The women curtsied, but one almost fell over with the task. One snorted at her apparent sisters mistake, and the Prince just grimaced and bowed back. Sadly, without further word, the two ladies took their place back in the crowd.

Just then, a royal guard that she hadn't noticed in amongst them, pushed her forward. Unsure of what to do, Pepper walked forward and curtsied. The Prince bowed back, and took her hand.

He'd made his choice.

The center of the room cleared for them to dance. Pepper didn't know what in the world to do, and looked for Tony out in the crowd. Frantically. Really, she could've been a lot smoother about it.

"Nervous?" The Prince chuckled, but only barely above a whisper.

Pepper finally looked at him, "A little."

"Well, if it's any consolation," He smiles, "That's what you're supposed to be doing."

Pepper lets out a breathy laugh and continues to search for Tony.

"Who did you come here with?" He whispers.

"My boss," Pepper whispers back, "Tony Stark."

"That was him?' The man looked shocked, but hid it well, "He didn't look like a boss to me."

"He never does." Pepper laughs.

"You love him, right?"

Such a straight forward question. Shouldn't it have a straight forward answer?

"You don't have to tell me," Prince Charming grins, "But for the sake of the show, let's say you do."

She could do that. Right?

"So what are we waiting for," Pepper says, getting rid of the awkward, "Because if you expect me to run down the stairs and lose a shoe, it won't happen. These strap on."

"Cindy should be here soon," he smiles, "but first…"

Pepper found Tony instantly, because he'd been pushed into the ballroom floor. And he looked confused.

Tony slowly approached the dancing couple, and tapped the Prince on his shoulder. The actors in the crowd gasped- all on perfect cue.

"May I cut in, your highness?" Tony asked, although Pepper could see that he was trying not to laugh at 'his highness.'

"Who are you to think you can come here and take away the woman I have chosen?" The Prince didn't seem so nice.

"I'm Tony Stark. And what if she doesn't want you?"

The Prince pretended to be at a loss of words and the crowd gasped again.

"Well," Prince Charming starts, "What if she doesn't want you either?"

This was where Pepper was supposed to catch onto the Prince's subtle winks and head tilts in Tony's direction. But she didn't.

"I'm afraid," Tony says when no further conversation is made, "that she is mine, nonetheless your highness."

"But I am the Prince," he seems to whine just the tiniest bit.

"Then why don't you take the woman who just stumbled through the door looking like she doesn't know what's going on," Tony chuckles and points to where Cinderella had come in.

Let's say Pepper was the last thing on the Prince's mind at that point.

"That was nerve-wracking."

"It wasn't so bad," Tony smirks.

Pepper subconsciously noticed that she had stepped on Tony's foot while they were dancing, but made no move to apologize.

"I was supposed to say something about how you are the only Prince I need, but you know, I didn't."

"I'm the only prince you need?" Tony smiles, spinning her.

"Metallic armor and all." Pepper grins, and looks over her shoulder at the Prince and Cinderella who are whirling around the floor like it's no ones business.

Review my lovelies. :D I adore it as much as I love Tony. And as much as I love Loki too…