So this is another short one...but we get into the main part of the story now. I needed to set up the Tony/Bruce scenes, so now we can see what they're working on. It's a bit vague and medical, but as I don't have a medical background, and was simply consulting google and a medical student friend of mine, forgive any mistakes :(

Anyhow, have a look at this, see what you all think :)

'You ok?' Bruce asked as I walked into the lab.

I didn't look up at him or at what he was doing.

'Yeah, what have you got for me?' I sat beside him, dizziness overwhelmed me. I steadied myself.

Bruce looked at me, he acknowledged what happened but didn't mention it, he swiped over the latest changes he had made, I glanced over them.

'Good,' I entered the data into Jarvis' mainframe, 'Jarvis, begin synthesisation.'

The vial machine begun spinning, 'estimated time for completion: thirty-two hours.' Jarvis announced.

'You're not going to test it?' Bruce asked me.

I shook my head, 'no need to big guy, I trust you.'

He sighed, 'I trusted me too, and look what happened to me.' He said cautiously.

I laughed lightly, 'I have faith in you,' I stepped away from the desk and made my way to the makeshift chemical lab I had set up in the back of the room, 'and besides, we learn from our mistakes don't we.' I stated.

'I still don't like this.' Bruce added.

'I know you don't.' I grinned, 'have a little faith.'

'And since when does Tony Stark have any kind of religious affiliation?' He called across the room.

I smirked to myself, 'I'm a changed man.' I said to him, 'dying does that to you.' I muttered under my breath.

The sporadic beeps of the machine comforted me, there was hope.

'Give me a few more days to run some tests.' Bruce broke the silence.

I shook my head, 'no need, we've done everything we can.'

'On paper, yes, but not in trials, we can take some blood, run some tests.' Bruce explained.

I hesitated, but I knew he was right. I may be losing my sanity, but I wasn't completely crazy yet, I took a syringe and drew some blood for him.

A sudden wave of nausea and pain hit me and I felt myself stumble forward, I threw my hand out in front of me to stop myself from falling into the bench. I dropped the syringe and vial on the bench.

'Tony.' Bruce yelled.

I held my hand out, 'I'm ok.' I breathed.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I shut my eyes trying to force the pain aside. I felt my heart rate increase; I knew enough to know what was happening. I tried to slow my breathing down.

'You need to sit down.' I heard Bruce rush away; when he came back he pulled me down into a chair. My big, leather office chair; at least I was going to be comfortable.

I heard the small glass clink as he moved the vial of blood on the marble bench. I heard him shuffle around his pocket.

'Don't call Pepper.' I managed.

I heard him sigh; he must have replaced his phone in his pocket.

I felt the bile building up in the back of my throat; it took every ounce of self-control to contain it. I couldn't breathe; I felt my lungs failing me. A gargled sound escaped my lips, along with what I could only assume was blood.

'Here, take this.' Bruce placed a bunch of tissues in my hands.

I couldn't tell up from down, left from right, my mind was in complete disarray.

'Tony, can you hear me?' Bruce spoke somewhere beside me.

I couldn't answer, or respond. I simply remained frozen for fear of completely falling apart.

'Tony, you need to listen to me,' Bruce touched my neck, 'your body is going into shock, I'm going to inject you with adrenalin to bring your heart rate back in sync. He clicked the lever on the chair and I felt myself being lowered into a lying position.

I would have nodded if I could; instead I lay motionlessly as my head pounded. I thought that my skull was going to explode from the exertion it was under. Nausea attacked my senses again. I felt my entire body shaking.

'Try to focus on my voice,' Bruce spoke calmly, he turned my head to the left.

I felt a cold patch on my neck; he must be prepping the surface for the injection. I struggled for breath. Hurry. My head pounded more than I could bear, if I could scream I would. I clenched my jaw shut; I grit my teeth to try and supress the pain.

'I'm going to inject you now Tony, try to focus on my voice.'

The needle pierced my skin, I let a gargled cry escape my lips, along with it the blood which had pooled in the back of my throat.

'Breathe, focus.' Bruce repeated, 'breathe Tony.' He spoke calmly, and then finally his voice faded away.

I felt his hand on my forehead, then a wet cloth, then nothing.

The next chapter is nearly done and good to go, I am bringing in more action and a more powerful, fierce Pepper. So the Pepperony themes will be quite heavy in the coming chapters, but they are important for the set up. So I do apologise if anyone's expecting different, but as always you know I'm more than open to taking on opinions and requests.

The one request i did receive was for 'third person' POV, i would love to Guest, but i'm not sure how i would implement it so far in the story, if you've any ideas to help me out, please let me know :)

Looking forward to hearing from you!