So ladies and gentlemen, i have decide to try out a multi POV story, specifically Tony and Pepper's POV throughout, this is Peppers view now, and i hope those of you who had made requests for certain things to be written in, find it to your liking :)

Several weeks had passed since Tony and Bruce has started looking for a "cure".

Day after day I watched Tony become more and more tired, disinterested and disheartened. I knew the look which plagued his face. His once defining, sharp features had faded away, carrying only sadness and fear upon them.

His brown eyes which I so loved, looked longingly at me, he never said a word about what he and Bruce were doing, and he didn't have to.

'Tony, come to bed.' I stood at the entrance to his workshop.

Bruce must have gone to bed; no one had the stamina or the drive to sit down here as long as Tony did. It was just after four in the morning.

He didn't look back at me, nor did he acknowledge that I was there. I made my way over to him; the silence of the tower was only broken by the quiet thuds of my bare feet as I walked over to him.

I knelt beside him; I ran my fingers over his cheek. He sat absently staring at the wall ahead of him, my heart sunk, another black out. I lay my face on his lap, holding his hand in mine. I was never one for crying, I never deduced any point in it. Inadvertently I felt a single tear roll down my cheek, I hastily wiped it away. A sudden movement from Tony broke me from my trance.

'Hey, Pep.' He whispered pulling me up to sit in his lap.

He pulled me into an embrace, he laid his head against me chest, 'I'm so sorry.' He whispered.

'Nothing to be sorry for,' I replied kissing him on the top of his head. I breathed in his scent, his cologne, his hair, I forced myself to memorise every aspect of him.

'What time is it?' he asked looking around.

How long had he been sitting down here like this? 'Just after four,' I replied.

He nodded, 'let's go to bed.'

We stood up and slowly made our way to the elevator. I saw the distant look in his eyes, he wasn't back entirely. I knew how hard this was for him, much harder than it was for me watching him go through it.

We made it to the top floor and started making our way to the bedroom when I felt his arm tense, without warning he fell to his knees clutching his head with both hands. A gargled moan escaped his lips.

I dropped to my knees, immediately trying to gauge what was happening.

'Tony.' I said firmly, trying to gain his attention, 'what's happening?'

All that answered me was the same gargled response, I shook him by the shoulders, 'I don't know what to do, Tony, please, you need to tell me what to do.' I found myself panicking.

'Nothing, can't, can't do anything.' He stammered.

I remained on my knees, helpless, looking at him.

He cried out, still clutching at his head.

I clasped my hands to my mouth; there was nothing I could do to help.

'Tony.' I whispered.

He slumped forward, his arm in front of him on the ground; he let his head fall against it. I moved over to his side, I rubbed his back; he was no longer yelling, or moaning. I pulled him up toward me, his head lulled against my shoulder.

This was agony.

'You need to lie down, I can't get you there by myself, please Tony, can you walk?' I whispered in his ear.

He shook his head, if he wasn't lying against me I wouldn't have noticed.

'Stay here.' He breathed.

'No, we can't stay here; you need to get to bed.' I knew this was an impossible feat, I knew there was no chance he could stand up, much less walk. But I also knew that pushing him was the right thing to do, I couldn't let him give up, not in the lab, not with Bruce and definitely not here.

'Get up, you need to move,' I said firmly.

His weak nod broke my heart. I closed my eyes and breathed against his head.

I'm so sorry Tony, I whispered to myself.

'Nothing to be sorry for.' He said weakly.

I must have said it out loud. I looked down at his face, he smiled weakly at me.

'Come on.' I said with a smile.

As weak as he was, we made it, slowly but surely, as with everything in our lives, we relied on each other. There was nothing that Tony Stark couldn't do without Pepper Potts by his side. I laughed to myself; he told me that, years ago. I knew that I was important to him; but in this moment, tonight in the hallway to our bedroom, he fought for me, and for us.

I made sure he was comfortable before making my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, I examined my bloodshot eyes. I didn't realise I had been crying; I leaned against the sink, and looked down at the floor. What was I meant to do? Pretend that this wasn't happening, whatever this was. He was weakening by the day, I didn't dare ask Bruce. I'm sure he's been sworn to secrecy anyway, and there was absolutely no point in asking Tony. If there was one thing he was even more brilliant at than everything else he was brilliant at, it was deflecting questions.

I splashed water on my eyes and made sure the evidence was gone. He had seen me cry more in the last few weeks than I had ever cried in my entire life and it killed me. I finally regained my composure and made my way back to bed. I climbed in beside him and gently moved his arm so I could lie on his chest; he pulled me closer to him. I felt his head turn toward me; he kissed the top of my head.

I closed my eyes, I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and we would face them together as we always had, but for now I could pretend that everything was ok, I placed my hand on the reactor as I did every night, satisfied that he was safe, I finally let sleep take me.

This was a short but sweet chapter, i'm on to the next one already, so as always, and requests/ideas let me know, i'm always looking for ways to improve! :)

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