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Day 23, Tony's House, Pepper's POV

I glanced at Rhodey as he was packing his things.

"Are you sure you'll be ok on your own for a few days?" he asked, yet again.

"I'll be fine, Rhodey. You don't need to worry about me. Just make sure Stane suffers." I smirked maliciously. Nothing Rhodey could come up with would beat Tony's methods of interrogation and torture, when he got a hold of Stane. I was normally an advocate for peace, but I wanted to make the bastard suffer for what he had done to my Tony.

He's not mine, I reminded myself, harshly. What would he want with a plain, ordinary working class girl like me? But a little voice in the back of my head, which normally causes me to lose my cool the most often when I am desperate to keep my temper, whispered, yet.

"Alright," Rhodey assented. I looked up, startled out of my musings. I had forgotten he was here.

"But you call me if you need anything, anything at all, okay?" he stared at me sternly, wanting to emphasize his words.

I nodded at him. I didn't want to go off the deep end again, which accomplished nothing. I would just have to ignore the little threads of night black pain trying to pull me back into misery. I would have to try to operate somewhat normally on half a heart and soul until justice had been served and Tony had come home.

Rhodey left then, leaving me in the empty mansion with ominous clouds on the horizon. I would just have to try and get through each day, hour, minute, until my pain was lifted by a smile that could light up the stars.

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I was staring at the phone again, after I had a shower and actually doing my hair for the first time in about a month. It was not anything fancy, but it was clean and pulled back from my face. I was determined to keep myself from slipping backwards into the pit of despair caused by Tony's kidnapping that I had slipped into. It is horrible, having to live with this pain, this ache, which tells me something is missing from my heart, my soul. So to have something to funnel that pain into, I chose one thing that would be productive to both my roiling emotions and Tony: revenge.

Day 24 – Undisclosed Location, Rhodey's POV

Rhodey glanced at the lavish house. It was beautiful, crème colored, with a large balcony looking out at the ocean. It made him sick, to look at all this wealth and comfort that Stane enjoyed, while he knew that Tony was suffering in a cave without anything. While Pepper suffered in her inconsolable grief.

"Bastard." He muttered, while glaring at the house.

He would take Obadiah Stane quietly and quickly, but he would not hold back on the very painful interrogation that awaited him. He approached the front door, noting the gaudy carvings adorning it as he knocked, then ducked out of the line of sight by the side of door as it opened. Obadiah looked out, dressed in a royal blue bathrobe and yellow pajamas that barely covered his expansive stomach.

"Hello? Is anyone out-" he choked as Rhodey grabbed him around the neck and pressed a knife to his neck.

"Who are you? What the hell is going on?" Obadiah snarled weakly, scarcely able to talk due to the razor sharp dagger putting pressure on his neck.

"Obadiah Stane, you are under arrest for treason, conspiracy, fraud, and the attempted murder and kidnapping of Anthony Stark, by order of the U.S. military." Rhodey replied, the knife pressing slightly harder on Stane's neck, drawing small beads of blood. Rhodey smirked at Obadiah's small wince of pain. "On a personal note, you bastard, you will suffer for what you did to my best friends. Be happy I was ordered not to kill you, or you would already be dead."

Rhodey pressed a cloth dipped in chloroform against Stane's face, and he dropped to the ground instantly. Rhodey dropped him, and smiling sadistically, kicked him over to the trunk of his car, before throwing him in the back, smirking as he heard the loud thump of his head hitting the floor of the car. He would tell his commanding officer that the injuries Obadiah had sustained were because he had resisted arrest.

AN: Ok, so that was the end of that chapter. More is coming! I will try to update almost every weekend, but I have a lot of work because I'm now a junior in high school, and I'm very busy. But I will not give up on this story, because I have at least two sequels planned for it. So bye peoples! Review please! -K