Sorry for the waiting, but here it is.

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Chapter 9

Tony looks down to the thing that's glowing through his shirt. "It's-It's a little hard to explain" He sees that I'm still looking at it. "Stop looking at it"

"I can't" Then, with great effort, I looked up. "What the hell is that?"

"An arc reactor"

"In your chest?" People looked at us.

"How about we talk about this in private?" He said noticing them too.

So now we're on the living room of my suite talking about this.

"So this is like a substitute of your heart?" I asked after taking a drag of my cigarette.

"Pretty much"

"Can't you get a transplant or something?"

"If I remove it, the pieces of metal that didn't enter my heart will break it"

"And you're pretty much dead"

"Exactly"

"Can I see it?"

"You've already seen it"

"But closer, like without the shirt" He smirked. "You know what I mean" He obliged and… wow, it's like this blue light stuck on him. "Can I touch it?"

"Sure" He shrugged. It glowed when I did.

"Wow" It's so weird. "And, it doesn't bother you or something?"

"Well, I'm aware that is there but it isn't troublesome"

"Do people know you have it?"

"Rhodey, Pepper, Obadiah and Jarvis, although I don't know if you can count him as a person"

"Why? Who's Jarvis?"

"It's my computer; well it has artificial intelligence, so…"

"And you named it Jarvis?" Although original, not my cup of tea.

"It's an acronym" Well, that explains.

"I wonder how I didn't notice it before" I said referring to the arc reactor.

"Well, is not like I've been showing it around"

"Yeah, talking about that; could you put your shirt back on?"

"Sure" And he did so.

"Tony Stark, you're getting more interesting by the minute"

"Likewise" Then he notices the time. "I guess I should go"

"Yes, not that I don't like your company or anything but, I do have a plane to catch tomorrow"

"Right, you're heading back to New York"

"Yeah" I said in a dreamy voice. "I can't wait to hear again the taxi drivers cussing at each other when I wake up in the morning:

"That sounds lovely"

"It is" We headed towards the door. "You're not so bad after all Tony Stark" I said when he was out of the door and I was leaning on the doorframe.

"Thanks, when are you going to call me just Tony?"

"I call you Tony"

"Yes, but is follow by a bunch of Tony Stark"

"Goodbye Just Tony"

"Goodbye Just Darla"

Fucking alarm.

I miss the days where I could wake up at ten in the morning, not at six in the morning. Good thing I have all my stuff packed, because I can't worry about forgetting something right now.

The flight leaves at eight, so I have time to get dressed, have breakfast and… well, you know… ponder about stuff.

Okay, ponder about what happened last night.

With Tony.

But first, I need to get ready.

My phone is ringing.

"Hola?"

"Hey, I'm going to pick you up in half an hour, alright?"

"Alright, thanks Julie"

"No problem" Good thing that I called her last night, I feel like I barely had time to see her.

After I'm done trying to look presentable, I order pancakes; in my opinion, no one is to old for pancakes. Then I start watching TV.

For a five star hotel, it sure doesn't have much to see.

My phone rings.

"What's up?"

"I'm on the lobby"

"Who's this?"

"Julie"

"Right, sorry. I'll be right there"

"I wish you could stay longer" Julie said when we were in her car.

"Yeah well, I have to go back. But I'll try to come back as soon as I can"

"Aw" She's a journalist, maybe I could ask her.

"By the way…"

"What?"

"Why didn't you mention something about me being on the paper?"

"Maybe because I put you there?" WHAT?