Author:hell_grrl

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the comics and a shirt.

Word Count:541

A/N:I haven't posted in forever. *sob**sob* Poor Civil War, why are you so angsty? Poor Happy, why did you die? Anyway, onward to the Siege event because it looks cool. Poor comic store, why are you an hour away?

Spider Sense

"Are you guys sure this is a good idea?" Pepper asked as she stood nervously at the edge of Tony's workshop. She fiddled with the first aid kit.

"You worry too much, Pep," Tony smiled. He and Happy sat in a cleared out spot of the workshop. They had both traded in their usual suits for looser athletic clothing. Tony sat, hunched up next to his desk. The Iron Man helmet rested on his knees as he worked on it. Happy was splayed out. Scissors and bandages lay across the ground. His hands were carefully bandaged.

"But," she glanced at the two of them.

"But, nothin'. We'll be fine, Peps. Promise." Happy smiled at his girlfriend. That did little to calm her frayed nerves.

Happy peeled himself off the floor. "Ready, boss?"

Tony pulled himself off the ground. He placed the Iron Man helmet over his head. "Whenever you are."

The two men began to swing at each other. Happy's punches were tight and controlled, the mark of someone who had spent years and years honing their craft. (Pepper would have been lying if she said her chest didn't swell with pride.) Tony's, on the other hand, were wild. His fists flew everywhere. All of his weight was pushed behind each punch, leaving him off balance every time he didn't connect with things.

A little after a minute of fighting, Happy had found his opening. A quick jab to the left would knock Tony down. Pepper winced, waiting for the sound of flesh hitting the metal helmet, but it never came. At the last possible, Tony swung his head over to the right. The fist aimed at him flew past his head.

Tony closed in. He took on last swing. It connected with Happy's nose in a sickening crunch.

"Enough," Pepper screamed. Tony pulled off the helmet. Happy tilted back his head to stop the bleeding.

"Calm down, Peps. S'nothin'. I've been in worse scraps than this before." Happy laughed good-naturedly.

"Are you sure?" Tony looked genuinely concerned. Happy nodded.

"Go upstairs. I'll be up with the first aid kit in awhile." Pepper sent Happy up. Then she turned her attention to the offender.

"What the hell was that?" Her voice was quiet, not angry. Just curious.

"Spider Sense," Tony placed the helmet onto his desk and plopped down in his chair. "Pepper, do you remember Spiderman?"

Pepper nodded. She had heard of him, and he had been over to Tony's numerous times. He always seemed like a nice young man.

"He has this ability. To sense danger when it's near. He calls it his "Spider Sense". Ever since he disarmed himself of the Spider Armor I can't keep a track on him, but I did collect enough biometric data to find out how this thing works. And I built my own."

"Isn't this cheating or something?" Worry carried over Pepper's voice.

Tony swiveled in his chair to face his desk. His gaze rested on the picture of him and the rest of the Avengers. All of them were smiling and happy, friends as well as coworkers, completely unaware that a war was brewing on the horizon. Pepper could almost see the betrayal in Tony's eyes.

"Consider it evening the odds."