Chapter 2

Tony Stark is a stalker; a very rich stalker, who has an adorable smile and a charming personality that never fails to make me blush. But he is a stalker.

I met him ten months after I arrived in America; it was four in the morning, and I was working the first shift. He came stumbling in, reeking of booze and cheap perfume, wearing what looked like an expensive suit that was wrinkled, slightly ripped and was a general mess. He looked like hell, and maybe at first I felt sorry for him, but then he opened his stupid big mouth.

"Hey, babe, I will take a Red Eye, and a blow job."

Later on, he did apologize, but right then, he wore this stupid smirk that looked incredibly unattractive, as if when he was sober, it was charming, but at the time looked more like a pervy kind of grimace. It was four in the morning, I said that already right? Well, yeah, at first I thought I had heard him wrong, because I was still half asleep, but no; that asshole did say that. I was kind of stunned, because I was hit on a lot but never heard that before. I couldn't help it; I laughed. As crazy as it was, and as offended as I was later, when I really went over it again in my head, I couldn't help but just laugh at the ridiculousness of it. It might of had to do with how tired I was.

I ended up giving him his Red Eye on the house and showing him his way out of the door. I honestly didn't want him to stick around, no matter how funny I thought the situation was. The rest of the day went by quick, and normal, with no more crazy interruptions. I was just about to get off work when this lady comes in; a very put together lady, who looked proper and someone you didn't mess with. She came up to me, just as I was taking off my apron, and telling my replacement what had to still be done. As stern as her expression was when she first walked in, she had a surprisingly pleasant smile, which she wore when she greeted me.

"Were you perhaps, the gentleman who worked this morning around four?" She asked, looking at me as if she already knew the answer but wanted it confirmed either way.

"Yeah, is there a problem Miss...?"

"Pepper, Pepper Potts. And yes, there was a problem, that I would like to take care of. See, I was made aware not too long ago that my boss was in here and made a rather inappropriate remark towards yourself. I would like to apologize on his behalf, and to see if there is anything we,at Stark Industries, can do for you?"

"Well Pepper, I am Harry Black, and as much appreciated the gesture is, I am going to have to reject your apology, because you didn't do anything; he did." I was aware I could of let things end there, and later on I would realize I should have, but at this point I had gone past the funny side of things, to I have never been this offended or uncomfortable in my life.

"I understand, but I am trying to save you from having to deal with Tony." Ok, so at this point she is starting to warn me; why can't I listen?

"Who?"

"Tony Stark, my boss? Owner of Stark Industries..." She looked at me as if I should know.

"Doesn't ring a bell, but anyway why are you "trying to save me"?"

"Look, Tony, is a good man-if rough against the edges, but he can be a bit much, and because of the way he was raised and how he lives, he doesn't do normal. His apology would be to by you an island but not before attaching himself to you and all but make you insane." She said that in one breath, eyes looking desperately at me to understand.

I just couldn't let it go.

"I am sorry, I don't want anything from you or your company. All I want is for your boss to apologize to me himself. That is it. But I would understand if he doesn't. I honestly don't know why he would care about me forgiving him anyway. I am no one and we'd probably never see one another again anyway."

"OK, I understand, Mr. Black, but please don't say I didn't warn you," Ms Potts warned before saying farewell and walking out the door to the cafe.

It was two days before the illusive boss, Tony Stark, walked through those doors. Wearing another crazy expensive suit, and a pair of sunglasses as a pitiful attempt to disguise himself. He looked around at first, and then he looked in my direction and smiled (one that made me swoon in my head, though I would never admit that!). He swaggered over to the counter where I was currently making a latte for a customer.

"Mr. Harold, or is it Harry?, Black; you and I have business together," Stark started, not even bothering to introduce himself, obviously thinking I knew or even cared to know about who he was.

"Who are you Mr...?" I left off, obviously wanting him to introduce him, and wipe off that cocky smirk. It worked, by the way.

Taking his sunglasses off, and with a slightly worried look, "Tony. Tony Stark? I own Stark Industries...I am Iron Man..." He left off, looking at me like I was insane for NOT knowing who he was. I had heard, of course, of this "Iron Man" via customers, but never went out of my way to find out who or what it was; all I knew, was that he was some kind of superhero, like in those comics Dudley always read as a kid, but I wasn't allowed anywhere near. It sparked some interest, but then life happened and I had put it in the back of my mind, until now that is.

Cocking my head to the side, an obvious look of confusion on my face, "I am sorry sir, I don't know who you are...wait! You're that prick from the other morning who asked me for a blowjob!" I practically shouted, causing customers to look in our direction. He looked around nervously, before looking back at me, his voice going hush, as he tried to quiet the conversation and hope everyone else would go back to ignoring them.

"Calm down! I am just here to apologize; I was drunk and thought you were hot, and my brain didn't filter my words," he explained, his hands up in surrender. I looked him in the eye, and almost lost myself in those beautiful brown eyes, but shook myself out of it and started to speak again, this time not looking directly at him.

"Well, maybe I don't want to 'calm down'. I am allowed to be completely offended and disgusted, and creeped out! Bloody hell, you just came in and with out even introducing yourself, you already were asking for...that!" I was to uncomfortable to say it again. I decided now was a good time to ignore him and turned back to the line of customers who mostly were trying to look as though they weren't listening to the conversation; a couple of them b brazen about paying attention.

"Next customer!" I called out, refusing to look at the rich asshole.

Mr. Stark proceeded to jump in line, before the next person could even take a step forward. Without hesitating, I spoke a little louder, ignoring the idiot in front of me, and talking the man who was looking at the back of Tony like he was insane.

"Sir, how may I help you this morning?"

"Yes, I would like..." But the gentleman was interrupted by Tony.

"You can't ignore an apology! I said I was sorry and normal people are suppose to forgive those that do."

"Sorry, sir, what was that order again? There is a loud buzzing in my ear and I honestly couldn't hear you." Now the guy was looking at me like I was the crazy one, but proceeded to try and order again. Stark, stopped his attempt.

"Everyone!" He called out, gaining the attention of everyone in the cafe, before pulling his wallet out, and taking about a stack of bills. "If everyone gets up and leaves this fine establishment now, I will give each of you $100." He proceeded to prove it, by handing $200 to the guy he interrupted. The guy, no longer looked annoyed, and instead looked stunned, but still slowly made his legs work as he stumbled out the door, starring at the money in his hand. Suddenly a line formed in front of Tony, and quickly everyone left with their bribe. I stood behind the counter, arms crossed, and a look of disapproval on my face.

"Well, now that you have cleared out our customer base, and all the money that was going towards the cafe, I guess I should start to clean up." I said, as I angrily grabbed cleaning supplies and came out from behind the counter to start wiping down tables. I furiously scrubbed all surfaces and wouldn't look up at the guy who probably thought he was a god.

"I am sorry, about loosing you, your customers, but I can make it up to you! How I buy a coffee for each customer that was in here? Trust me, I usually drink that much coffee on any given day anyways." He chuckled and gawd-damnit, if that wasn't hot!

"Twenty coffees coming right up, sir," I snapped, before going back and starting to fill the styrofoam cups. I about slammed each one in front of him, as I went. Each coffee was $3, so his total was sixty bucks, and I told him so. He pulled out one of his hundred dollar bills that he seemed to have an endless supply of. "Keep the change," he said. I pushed the forty dollar tip back at him, not wanting his perverted money. I couldn't be bought; I mean, fuck! I was probably richer than he was.

"Why won't you take the tip, for the inconvenience?" He asked

"Because, unlike my customers, I can't be bought, and because I have yet to forgive you yet, and am not quite sure I plan too," which was a lie, because I had a tendency to forgive, but he didn't need to know that! He looked at me with this lost look, before sighing and started to back away.

"I am sorry, you know. And I will get you to forgive me, whatever it takes!" He declared before turning around and walking out the door.

I was left standing there starring at the closed door.