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'OMG you are so lucky!' Molly Lau said, jumping up and down, her black hair swinging around her face.

'Yeah,' Georgia said, leaning back against the counter and looking at Ginny accusingly. 'And she won't call him.'

Molly looked shocked. 'What do you mean you won't call him? He's Tony Stark, Ginny!'

Ginny sighed. 'Yes, he is, which means that he isn't a person to get involved with. The Stark family are dangerous, if my mother knew…'

Georgia sighed, 'the point is… she doesn't know! And she doesn't have to! For heavens sake, Ginny, phone him already!'

Ginny waved her hand at her. 'The number has already gone,' she said.

Georgia looked heavenward, 'give me strength,' she muttered before turning back to Ginny.

'Virginia,' she said. 'We both know that you have a fantastic memory. Whether you like it or not, you've memorised the number.'

'No,' Ginny said stubbornly. 'I haven't.'

Georgia shrugged. 'Fine, be like that, but I guarantee you'll be thinking about him for the remainder of this trip.'

Tony put down the engine part he had in his hand and scrutinised the Hot Rod. Eventually he threw the part across the room and slumped down onto the couch. Fixing it on his own just made him feel depressed; the point was it was supposed to be a father-son thing. Tony hadn't been able to do many father-son activities with his father since he was always busy- courtesy of Stark Industries.

'Master Tony?'

Tony looked up towards the stairs, where Jarvis was stood. He glanced at the clock and realised it was well past midnight. 'Jarvis what are you still doing up?'

'I was waiting for you to retire yourself sir,' Jarvis said, making Tony feel guilty. 'But the phone rang. There is a Miss Ginny Potts on the phone for you sir.'

Ginny couldn't sleep that night. Whenever she tried, that number would flash in front of her eyes. Damn Georgia, trust her to figure out that Ginny would remember it.

Ginny sat up on the camp bed and evil-eyed the phone in the corner of the room.

He won't be awake, Ginny; it must have gone midnight by now!

Ginny rolled over again to try and get some more sleep, but that number flashed in front of her eyes again.

Groaning softly, Ginny rolled out of bed and grabbed the phone, then realised that Georgia and Molly would probably be able to hear her talking.

Ginny pushed the door open and crept down the stairs to the kitchen as quietly as possible.

The phone rang twice before it was answered. 'Stark residence, may I be of assistance?'

Ginny swallowed and cleared her throat before speaking. 'Um… hi. I know it's late, my name is Ginny, we met earlier today.'

'Ah! Miss Potts! Good evening, or good morning should I say?'

'Yes, I'm sorry about calling so late, or early. I was wondering if I could speak to Tony Stark, if he isn't asleep, obviously.'

There was a soft chuckle from the other end of the phone. 'I wish he would get some sleep, the poor lad, I'll fetch him for you.'

'Thank you.'

A few moments later, Tony's voice was heard on the phone. 'Hey Ginny.'

'Tony, hi, I'm sorry for calling so late.' Ginny thought she heard the sound of a chair being drawn up on the other end of the line.

'Really, it's not a problem; I could use some company right now.'

'Oh, well that's good.'

'So why are you calling so late? Not that I mind, I'm glad you did.'

'Well… I couldn't sleep.'

'Nightmares?'

'No, my friends snore,' Ginny thought this was better than saying. I think I may be obsessed with you, I hope you don't mind?

'Yeah, my roommate at MIT snored.'

'What's it like at MIT?'

'Pressurising. You have to be the best you can possibly be. If you're not… well it just isn't good enough. It's a lot of fun though.'

Ginny eyed the stairs nervously for signs of movement. 'That isn't a problem for you, surely?'

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Ginny smiled, 'thought not.'

Tony chuckled. 'My roommate kept saying that.'

'Who's your roommate?'

'James Rhodes, he wants to be a pilot. How about you? What do you want to do?'

He'd caught her off guard with the question, and Tony noticed.

'Don't know? Fair enough.'

'I guess you're all sorted,' Ginny said. 'CEO of Stark Industries and all that.'

'I'm supposed to be, yeah.'

'You sound like you don't want too.'

Over at the Stark Mansion, Tony eyed the picture of his parents on the opposite wall. 'I just wish that I had a choice in it, even though I'd probably have ended up running the company anyway.'

'Surely you do have a choice? You don't have to, why don't you just let Stane carry on?'

Tony glanced at the picture of Stane with his father. 'Obadiah freaks me out sometimes, he's too… well, he puts me in mind of a vulture circling its prey sometimes.'

'Not nice imagery.' Tony laughed, the girl sounded so… serious.

'Yeah, funny that isn't it? But hey! Why don't you come and work for me at Stark Industries when I take over?'

Ginny was thrown by this question, and was therefore unsure of how to respond. I mean… it's better than working at… I don't know, Target or something.

'Actually, that's tempting,' Ginny said. 'But I don't think I'd be smart enough to work there.'

'Sure you would! You could… I dunno, be my PA or something.'

Ginny laughed, and then stopped suddenly as she remembered just who was upstairs.

'Well… maybe, but I think you'd drive me insane.'

Tony chuckled, 'more than likely.'

Ginny heard a creek on the stairs above her head. 'I have to go, someone's coming.'

'Call me again!'

'I will, bye!'

Ginny hung the phone up and raced over to the sink just as Georgia stepped into the kitchen. 'Oh, hey Georgia,' Ginny said, running the tap.

'Hey Ginny, what are you doing down here?'

'Just getting a drink, you?'

Georgia looked around the kitchen. 'I thought I heard someone talking,' she said suspiciously.

'Yeah that was me, I was singing.'

Georgia raised an eyebrow. 'Right, okay.'

Tony looked sadly down at the phone in his hand and reluctantly hung it back up.

'Will you be going to sleep anytime soon, sir?' Jarvis asked.

Tony looked up at the elderly butler. 'No, I'll be down in the workshop for a bit longer, but you go to sleep now, you don't have to wait up for me.'

Jarvis sighed and sat down in the chair by the phone. 'I am not going to bed until you do, Master Tony. You need to sleep, you're not a machine.'

Tony groaned. 'Please not the guilt trip, Jarvis.'

'Is it working? Because I will wait up for you all night if I have too.'

Tony sighed. 'Fine, your emotional blackmail worked. Night, Jarvis.'

'Goodnight, sir,' Jarvis replied smugly, stepping upstairs.

Tony took one more longing look at the phone and then followed his butler.

Ginny laid back down on the camp bed and rolled over away from her two friends so, in case they were awake and looking, they couldn't see her face.

'You could… I dunno, be my PA or something.'

Ginny grinned as she wondered what her friends reactions would be to that.