As the memory of six months ago's plane crash ran through his head, he heard a voice from behind him. The reality around him quickly filled his head once more and he turned to see a girl sitting on a rafter behind him.

For some very odd reason, she seemed to know everything about him that there was to know and she was listing it out right now. But he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

He was paying attention to everything else. From her black combat boots to her black leggings and pink sleeveless sweater to her freckle-covered face and lit up brown eyes. She was eating a sandwich, but he didn't mind that. But it wasn't just that she was a pretty face. It was the weird feeling that washed over him when he looked into her brown eyes that made him very compelled to get to know her.

What is this weird feeling in my gut? Tony asked himself. I've never felt this before…is it a stomach bug? Am I coming down with something?

"How do you know all this?" He asked. As he half-listened to her explanation, he thought more. He's talked to plenty of girls before, so why was this one any different?

There must be something special about this girl, Tony thought, so I better keep her around.

~…~

And I still don't know what that feeling is today, Tony thought as he hovered in the stealth armor above the café where Pepper sat on a date with Happy Hogan. Just the thought made him shiver. Why would she ever voluntarily go on a date with Happy? No offense to him, of course, Tony thought. Happy's a good kid and all, but to date him is a completely different thing.

So he spied.

"Tony, why are you spying on Pepper's date? What, are you that jealous?" Rhodey asked.

"No, I'm not jealous! And, spy is such a…wrong word to use. I'm just invisibly observing from a distance. Yeah, watching." Rhodey shook his head and just let Tony spy. Although it didn't help him calm down any. The more he spied the more he realized that they were actually having a good time.

And the more he spied, the more he came to realize just what that fuzzy feeling in his gut was.

So yeah, that was like the shortest thing I've ever written. Anyways, I'm going to start what I like to call The Ten-Story Countdown. Here's what that is:

Story number (out of 10):

Stories left until 100: 7

Now it's your turn! It's voting time! As you know, I'm going to celebrate my 100th story with an autobiography of my FanFiction career...but wait, I have no idea where to post it! So it's up to you to decide: on FictionPress or on the IM:AA archive itself! Leave your vote in your review, and have a good day!