Amy was waiting for Virgil to change out of his work clothes and into something comfortable for movie night, so to pass the time, she looked around at the paraphernalia that he had as decoration in the halls. Pictures of Pepper when she was a young child, pictures of young Pepper with her mother, and pictures of the three of them together. She picked up a photo that was sitting on a side table of Pepper when she was about five, being held by what seemed like her grandmother. She smiled insincerely at the memories. She was here to ruin them, not admire them.

Virgil walked out of his bedroom, dressed comfortably.

"Alright, ready to go?" He asked. She smiled and nodded.

"Whenever you are, as usual." She said boredly.

"You know I work late on Fridays. You're the one that keeps coming over early." He teased with a smile. Poor sucker, she thought. He's got no idea what he's got coming to him. He thinks this is a real relationship, doesn't he? Poor sap.

Amy watched him from the corner of her eyes as he opened the passenger's side door of his car for her, and she watched as he got in on the other side and pulled the car out of the parking lot of their apartment building to transport them to the movies. She wasn't really one for cushy, cuddly romantic junk. She was into cutting, stabbing, and of course, shooting. If she went on in the relationship, she knew she'd go mad.

Once they parked the car and were walking across the street to the theater, Amy stopped them.

"I'm so sick of this," She said, pulling a small radar-like device.

"What's tha…" Virgil began to ask, but was stopped once she fired it at him, rendering him in a state of hypnotism.

"You're going to ask me a very important question that will change our lives forever." She commanded, explaining herself further. She shut off the device and Virgil was returned to his normal state.

"What are we standing out here for? We've got a movie to catch!" He said, walking into the theater, questioning his thoughts of a golden ring floating through his head.

~..~

"You're getting WHAT!" Pepper yelled.

"I know it's a little sudden, honey, it came at me suddenly two. But I have been thinking about it a lot lately, and I know you could use a little motherly guidance in your life since your mother left…" He was stopped there.

"That's not necessary, dad, I still see mom every weekend! I don't need another mom!" Pepper yelled.

"Look, honey, its better this way. You'll see." Virgil patted his daughter's back and they left so Virgil could take Amy home. Pepper collapsed on her couch and dialed Tony's number.

Tony, of course, was over in an instant.

"Pepper, I got your call, what's wrong?" He rushed in, panicked.

"The worst thing EVER just happened to me." She said, tears gathering in her eyes. Tony rushed to her side, sat next to her and pulled her into his embrace. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

"My dad's gonna marry Amy." Pepper explained. Tony knew immediately how much this was upsetting for her. He hugged her tighter and rubbed her back with his hand. Pepper curled into him more and let herself cry. She'd seen the look on Amy's face when her father had explained his proposal to her. The victory stare. She'd seen it when Whitney had won Tony over, she'd given it when she won Tony over, and she'd known it for a long time since. She knew when someone was giving her the victory look.

"It's gonna be okay, Pepper, I'm here for you."

~…~

Since Amy was not one to take things slowly (especially when she was trying to kill her fiancée), they managed to plan the wedding for the following weekend. (A/N: I know, I know, completely unrealistic, but there's stuffs I need to get to.) Pepper didn't really need to say anything to get Tony to accompany her to the event, so they decided to concentrate on getting Rhodey a date.

Pepper was sitting in her study hall when Paige came in and sat down.

"Hey Pepper," She greeted. Pepper looked up from her homework.

"Oh, hey Paige," Pepper began. "Say, I heard Rhodey was looking for someone to go to my dad's wedding with…" She hinted.

"Oh, umm, really? Cuz I'm available this weekend." Paige said in a curious type of tone.

"Well maybe you should ask about it." Pepper smirked, turning back to her homework.

"So your dad's getting married, huh?" She asked.

"Ugh, unfortunately." Pepper responded as the bell rang. They got up and began their walk to Tony's locker.

They chatted for a little longer, then it was time to go home.

Once Pepper got home, however, Pepper wasn't too pleased to see Amy sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper. No Virgil in sight.

"Comfortable?" Pepper asked snottily.

"Yes, actually."

"Well you shouldn't be. My dad's not here." Pepper snapped.

"Not so fast, you little brat. I'm just getting used to living here so I can ruin your life on a better regular basis." Amy commented.

"Pepper, you coming? We need to get to my place." Tony yelled up the stairs. She knew it was code for 'hurry up, we need to get to the armory'. She sighed at her boyfriend's impatience. She had to be in love with the boy who was a superhero in his spare time. Pepper put her stuff down by the stairs, gave one last angered glare and went to meet Tony outside her apartment building so they could get to whatever Tony needed to do at the armory.

~…~

Rhodey was walking out his front door to meet his friends at the armory when he was stopped by Paige, who was about to knock on the door as he was opening it.

"Oh, hey Paige, what's up?" Rhodey asked.

"Oh, um, Pepper said you wanted to ask me something about this Saturday?" She explained.

"Oh, yeah actually I did," Rhodey said. "Pepper's dad's wedding is this Saturday and I needed a date." Rhodey explained. Paige smiled.

"I'd love to go with you," She said shyly. Rhodey smiled.

"Cool, it'll be fun. I'll pick you up around two." Rhodey said. She smiled and nodded.

"Well, I gotta get home…lots of homework to do…see you around," She said, waving and walking away. Rhodey smiled and headed down to the armory.

At the moment, it seemed like everyone had someone to care for. But that would change for a specific FBI agent/single father…

Aww, I had to cut off here? I wanted to write the wedding ): ahh, I'll get to that soon…anyways, review!