Next thing he knew, there was a wrench in the top of his head and she was screaming in his face. "Will you please stop blowing up your shop every hour?! Some of us are actually trying to work!" Then she saw the mangled arm in his hands. Que the hearts.
"Oooooh, you have to let me look at that!" She tore the misshapen mess out of Tony's grip and began examining every inch of it. "Wow, this really is inventive work. Your connective port is way off, and your structure is too, but…" She let out a high pitched squeal. "Just look at that shock system! Were you trying to build a Taser into it or something?" She looked up at Tony who was still recovering from her onslaught. He shrugged. Well if he's not going to talk… She got a mischievous look in her eye… I'll just take this back to the shop and take a closer look. She ran back to her side of the street, metal in hand and Stark coming out of his shock behind her.
Tony had met a lot of women. There were the reporters who would do absolutely anything for a story, and who he had often taken advantage of in his younger days. They made great one-nighters and their stories were always flattering, but that was all they were good for.
There had been some female…opponents, but they'd been almost as bad, total pushovers with not a lot of smarts to them. And they hated him mostly because he'd… well, you know.
There was Pepper. Strong, intelligent, worried about him a lot, and sometimes a little moody, she was someone worth waking up for every morning, not just going to bed with. It had been her idea to come out here in the first place. What had she said? "After all the weapons, you might as well fix some of the damage." Which was why he was here in Rush Valley. To make automail.
And now this enigma of a girl had run off with the closest thing he had to a working model. Well, he'd just have to get it back and hopefully get a free meal thrown into the deal. He'd only brought so much foreign cash with him, and those wall repairs were starting to cost him. So that was how Tony Stark, creator of the Ironman Armor and its first user, ended up walking over to the flowery shop where Winry Rockbell, foremost automail engineer of her age, was studying his attempt at a wrist joint.
Wow! What an enthusiastic response to that first chapter! I can't write Stark at all, so I'm sorry if he sounds OOC. Please continue Reviewing, this is my first crossover.