[I want to apologize for the inconvenience, mea culpa I uploaded the doc but for some random reazon it didnt showed correctly, I have a beta reader which I torture her with every chap I write and well for me was odd that someone pointed out errors, maybe I upoloaded the wrong one... Anyway re read is encouraged, sorry for the short chapter and Im not sure if is good or if is bad but receiving many susbcriptions is good, but no coments?]

Chapter 06: Keep Running…

Tony had been working for weeks trying to solve the palladium issue, but nothing had worked so far. Days had been passing so fast, he barely could remember what had happened the day before. Things were going so fast: Iron Man, the company, Pepper…

In fact, the only thing that wasn't working was with Pepper. Every day she seemed upset/angry/etc. at him with or without a reason. And no matter how little the reason was she simply couldn't stand Tony being… well, Tony.

He simply sat on his living room coach and took a deep breath. "Oh god…" he said while he was trying to remember what had happened during the day.

Tony rested his head on the coach and closed his eyes, but nothing really came up. Everything was fast, confusing, and annoying. He felt like life was running away from him so fast that it would just simply escape from him.

Stark opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The complete silence was heavy and his thoughts were just crashing on his head, making him more uncomfortable.

"Well, I need some air."

He raced down to his workshop and looked for the keys of his hot rod and ran away from his house, from everything.

He really didn't want to go to a place in particular; he just wanted to run, and fast.

Quickly the speedometer started to rise and rise; his heart was beating as fast as his car was running. And maybe, just maybe, he could catch back his life in the process.

"**! **! Fu…ing **! I'm not as strong, or cool, or whatever else people thing I am. I'm not good… not enough for you, I'll never be. I'm sorry Pepper."

Tony pushed the pedal harder and he felt the speed pushing him to the seat. He entered a desert, and when he couldn't see more than sand and the blood-red sky, he stopped and killed the engine.

The sun was going down, but the view was spectacular so he decided to turn on the stereo and, with his favorite rock music, he just stayed there, staring at the sun.

"I wish you were here…" he whispered.

(enjoy, coments?) (yeah re-corected again, nopw you can smack me...)