"I'm going to murder him."

Olive stood at the cabin door of Tony's private plane, phone in hand, furiously typing away a text to Pepper Potts, Tony's personal secretary and her best friend. And right now Pepper was playing the secretary, babysitter, and best friend all at once, allowing Olive to rant about how irritated she was that they should have been in the air three hours ago and Tony was a no call, no show, and nowhere to be found. She made an aggravated noise, getting more pissed off the more she typed about it and decided to simply call Pepper and brought the phone to her ear, hoping that she would know where Tony was. Colonel Rhodes stood beside her, just as frustrated, tapping his fingers on the railing of the stairs. The pilot came out, asking for the millionth time when they were going to take off, but once again, Rhodes had no answer for him. The pilot shook his head and went back to his cabin to wait just as Pepper answered Olive's call. Rhodes watched her facial expressions, unable to hear the other end of the conversation.

"No, he hasn't left yet." Pepper told Olive. Olive's jaw dropped and she rolled her eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope. I just got rid of last night's girl and I'm heading down to the lab now." Olive could hear loud music coming from Pepper's end, getting louder as she got closer to Tony's lab.

"We're supposed to be on the other side of the world by now."

"I know, I know." The music stopped, signaling that Pepper had inputted her code to enter the lab and turned off Tony's music. He wasn't going to be happy about that, "I'm gonna try again. I'll keep you posted."

"Wait, Pep-!"

Olive closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her poor, over-worked nerves, reminding herself how much she loved her job. She loved her field, and spent several years in school for this sort of thing, and she was nothing less than ecstatic when she was offered the position of head of public relations for THE Tony Stark. She loved her co-workers, especially Pepper. The two of them were the closest to Tony, besides his body guard, Happy, and Olive felt she was very lucky to be as close as she was to someone she had to work with and be with most of the week. Seeing as the two were constantly working for and with Tony, she and Pepper became really close, really fast. And to be fair, neither of them had time to make any other friends with both of them always working. The two of them had become somewhat famous, with the media portraying them as the people actually running Stark Industries. Olive didn't really believe that; maybe it was true for Pepper, she was good at that sort of thing, but Olive felt she was more of an over glorified babysitter.

An hour later Tony's car finally sped into the parking lot where the jet was parked and waiting for him, Happy right on his bumper. His tires screeched as he came to a sudden halt and he hopped out of the car as Happy pulled up beside him, that stupid shit-eating grin on his face made Olive's insides boil.

"You're good." Tony called to Happy, "I thought I lost you back there."

"You did, sir. I had to cut across Mulholland." Happy went around to the trunk and pulled Tony's bags out, following the billionaire towards a very angry looking Olive and Rhodes. Olive liked Happy. He was kind, and hardworking, and he was just one of those people that gave you a good feeling when he stepped into a room. She would give this to Tony, he may not treat anyone with any respect but no matter how much he pushed Happy, he was never unkind to him. He didn't try to push his buttons or piss him off, not unlike herself, Pepper, and Rhodey. She felt as if it was his life's goal to piss all of them off.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Rhodes called.

"What?" Tony replied.

"Three hours, Tony." Olive scolded.

"I got caught doing a piece for Vanity Fair."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Olive started but Tony ushered her into the plane.

"For three hours. For three hours you got us standing here." Rhodes said.

"Waiting on you now." Tony called over his shoulder. "Wheels up! Rock and roll!"

"What you reading, platypus?"

They were finally on their way to Afghanistan and the ride so far had been fairly quiet. Rhodey had some paperwork he was going through and Olive had her planner and phone out, both of them enjoying the silence for once. But Olive should've known that wasn't going to last long with Tony around. He was observing Rhodey with a bored, mild interest as he fidgeted in his seat. Rhodey glanced up at him and turned a page in his reading material, giving a short reply that basically told Tony it was none of his business and he was still mad for making them wait on him.

"Come on, sour patch." Tony prompted, "Don't be mad."

"I told you, I'm not mad. I'm indifferent, okay?"

"I said I was sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to me. I'm your man. I'm just indifferent right now. You don't respect yourself, so I know you don't respect me."

"I respect you."

"I'm just your babysitter. So, when you need your diaper changed, let me know and I'll get you a bottle, okay?"

"No, I heard Olive was my babysitter. Read it in a magazine the other day." Tony took the hot towel that was offered to him by the flight attendant, grinning over at his PR rep. She was buried in her phone screen, furiously typing away and purposefully ignoring him.

"Then, really, it's her you need to be apologizing to, not me." Rhodes replied, "She's the one that has to put up with you basically 24/7."

"She's used to it. She'll get over it. I bet she's already over it, aren't you Ms. Bexley?"

"Not yet." She didn't even look up from her phone.

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed, changing the subject, "Heat up the sake, will you?"

Olive sighed, rolling her eyes and finally looking over at the boys from across the aisle, "Tony. We're working."

"You can't have sashimi without sake."

"You are constitutionally incapable of being responsible, you know that?" Rhodey commented.

"It would be irresponsible not to drink." Tony countered, "I'm just talking about a nightcap."

The flight attendant approached the boys with a small tray, offering them the Asian alcoholic beverage with a smile to which Tony accepted for the both of them.

"No." Rhodey said, "I'm not drinking. I don't want any."

But it was no use. Over the next couple of hours Olive sat and watched the two of them get more and more drunk as the flight progressed. Eventually, Tony had the cabin lights turned off and strobe lights turned on, and Olive was not surprised to find that Tony had all the flight attendants take pole dancing classes so he would have some sort of entertainment on long flights. Olive rolled her eyes and took her one glass of wine to the cabin with the pilot, closing and locking the cabin door behind her.

"How much longer?" she sighed, taking the empty co-pilot seat next to him.

"You might as well get comfortable. There's still at least twelve more hours."

She sighed, inwardly admitting to herself that she wished she was as drunk as Tony and Rhodes before downing the rest of her drink and sneaking off to another part of the plane to find a comfortable place to lay down and sleep for the remainder of the flight.