I know I said that this story was finished but I had this idea when doing a sources question in History. I'm not sure why I was thinking about this story when I was meant to be thinking about Hitler but never mind, so I'm taking Elisabpshady and XxThe Best Damn ThingxX's advice and writing another chapter.

So you can blame them.

:)

I may continue it, it depends.

Please review!

And yes, I know that Tony isn't only 2 years older than Pepper but in this story he is.

And Tony didn't nickname Pepper 'Pepper' until much later which is why she's Ginny is this story.

Tony Stark downed his 3rd tequila of the evening. No-one recognised the 18 year old dark haired boy sat at the corner of the bar.

Tony's phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out he realised it was James Rhodes, and for a moment he considered talking to him, but then he remembered that when he'd needed Rhodey most, he hadn't been there. His intoxicated mind didn't consider that the reason Rhodey hadn't been there when his parents died was because Rhodey had been spending Christmas in Atlanta whereas Tony had been in Phoenix taking part in the Junior Scientist of the year competition. He'd won, but that victory had been bitter sweet when he'd heard that his parents were dead.

Tony replaced his phone and turned his head towards the door as it opened.

Two girls stepped in, one red-head and one blonde, both laughing and talking with each other.

The red-head looked vaguely familiar but Tony couldn't place where he'd seen her. The blonde was all chest and legs whereas the red-head was skinny and graceful, her long hair flying over her shoulders.

Once upon a time, Tony would have gone over there to speak to the girls, but he didn't have the energy or any reason. There was no denying that they were certainly beautiful, but he'd lost all incentive.

16 year old Virginia Potts stepped into the bar with her friend Georgia Beauti. The bar was full of people talking and the jazz band playing in the corner.

Ginny led Georgia over to a table in front of the band. Georgia waved at the keyboard player, who grinned and waved back.

'Georgia!' Ginny said, laughing.

'What? He's hot, Ginny, live while you can,' Georgia replied, flicking back her short blond hair.

While Georgia went to get drinks Ginny looked around at the people sat in the bar. There were lots of girls with dates and people swaying and dancing to the music, virtually everyone had a partner, except…

Ginny's eyes were drawn to the solitary boy in the corner, looking down into his empty glass. His hair had fallen into his eyes so Ginny couldn't see his face very well, but he looked familiar…

Tony gave up trying to recognise the red-head and looked back at his glass, considering getting another, and then he felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of his neck.

Tony looked up, straight into the blue eyes of the red-head and a name automatically came to his mind.

Ginny.

I ran into him, at Stark Industries that time… I sent him flying…

Ginny stared at the boy, now he'd looked up there was no mistaking his chocolate brown eyes.

The boy opened his mouth like he was going to say something to her but then Georgia appeared in front of her with their drinks.

'Diet coke, like you wanted, don't know why you chose diet though I mean seriously, Ginny, you should try branching out!'

Ginny looked behind her friend at the brown haired boy, but he'd gone.

'Wait here, I'll be straight back!' Ginny said, turning and sprinting out the door into the street outside.

The boy was sat on a bench in the park opposite, head in his hands.

Ginny cautiously went over to him and he looked up as she approached.

'Hey,' he said softly. 'Ginny, isn't it?'

Ginny nodded and looked at the space next to him. 'Mind if I join you?' she asked.

'No, course not' the boy said, gazing out over the park.

'So…' Ginny said sitting down, 'what's your name?'

The boy grinned. 'You don't recognise me? Good, I'd rather keep it that way.'

Ginny looked at him surprised. 'Should I recognise you?'

The boy shrugged. 'Maybe, it depends on whether or not you watch the news.'

A silver car pulled up on the opposite side of the street and the boy looked over at it. 'That's my ride,' he held his hand out to Ginny.

'It was nice meeting you, Ginny.'

Ginny shook his hand and watched him jog over to the car before turning and walking back into the bar.