It had been about two weeks since that man, Tony Stark, had disrupted her life. Not once but twice had he barged in unannounced and – She didn't even want to think about it. It had taken those two weeks for her to get comfortable enough again to not glance at the door every few minutes, or check in on Danna, or do a quick scan of the parking lot for one of his expensive cars. His threat, 'I don't take no for an answer', had finally faded from her mind. He had finally taken the hint and left her alone to get on with her life.

She was just returning from a shoot. An easy one. Not really even a shoot so much as a high profile celebrity wedding. They'd hired her to be the wedding photographer. Not her usual work. She'd only done it twice before and both time had been some of the worst experiences of her life. All of the people walking around everywhere, the noise, the motion, and the paparazzi didn't help. Twice she'd had to breathe through panic attacks when people started talking to her as if she were an actual guest. Questions she couldn't answer about the bride and the groom and the family. All she could muster up was a quick "I'm just the photographer." as she showed them her camera and darted off to take pictures elsewhere before they noticed her shaking. She'd nearly thrown up on the spot when they tried to get her to dance. After what felt like a lifetime it ended and she promised the bride she would have her pictures by the weekend and got out of there as fast as she could. All she wanted now was to upload the pictures, sort through them, then go home and go to bed.

When she got to her studio building, one that she shared with a few other artists who also rented studios or offices there. she had calmed down quite a bit, vowing to never agree to do a wedding again. Of course that's what she said that last two times and look where that got her, When she reached her office the first thing she noticed was that Danna-Voughn wasn't at her post. "Where the hell..?" She muttered, fishing her keys out of her bag. It was late so she wouldn't blame the girl at all if she'd decided to go home rather then wait around, but she'd never taken off without letting anyone know before. If she would have just called Sarah would have told her to go home anyway. Still though, some notice would have been nice.

Finally she found her keys hiding at the very bottom of her bag and slid them into the keyhole, turned and... the door was already unlocked. "What the hell." Sarah sighed, annoyed. It was one thing to take off without notice but to just leave her studio open. Really? She was going to have a talk with her assistant in the morning. With an exasperated sigh she pushed the door open.

The first thing she noticed was that her studio smelled good. Like Chinese Takeout. The hunger hit her like a ton of bricks and she realized she hadn't actually eaten all day. The second things she noticed, as she dropped her bag at her desk, was light. She hadn't actually turned anything on but the studio was lit, just barely.

"You seem tired." Sarah just about jumped out of her skin when he spoke. "Long day at work?"

"Stark!" The cry came out as more of a broken squeal. "What are you doing here!? Why are you in my studio!? Where is Danna-Vaughn?!"

The millionaire simply shrugged, as if there was no reason for her to be upset. "I felt like we never did get to talk about dinner-"

"I said 'no!'"

"So I though we could just do it here. Since your so fond of the place."

That was when she looked past him to the small table set up, white cloth, candles, fake flower center piece, All those items she recognized from her prop closet which meant he'd been rummaging around in her things and the realization brought back the days earlier urge to vomit, set out neatly on plates as if he'd actually prepared it was the Chinese she's smelled coming in. The illusion was broken only by the takeout containers in her trashcan and the fact that she was positive Tony Stark had never cooked a day in his life.

"No." She said, shaking her head and taking a step back towards the door.

"Oh, c'mon" He, grinning, trying to coax her closer to the table. "It's from you're favorite place."

She didn't ask how he knew about her favorite Imperial Dragon or that she always ordered the Sesame chicken, beef lo mein, and fried wontons. She just stared at the table, immaculately set with items from her closet by someone that was not her and Tony Stark, the charismatic, tenacious, genius play boy who wouldn't take no for an answer, standing there, smiling, relaxed with no idea that the reason she hadn't moved either away from or towards him is because her body had turned to lead and she couldn't bring herself to budge.

"So?"

"No!"

Despite the fact that she was holding her breath to keep from hyperventilation and her arms were crossed to hide the shaking, Stark must have picked up on something. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head slightly to the side as if to get a better view of her. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head, while it wasn't meant to answer his question it was obvious she wasn't.

"Ms. Sullivan?" He said, moving toward her to help but it only set her off. Whatever was forcing her to stand her ground let go the moment he moved. Without another word she spun around and bolted from the studio like she had the devil on her heals. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anyone move so fast in platform pumps.

"Sarah!" He followed her out the door and into the hall just in time to see the woman's bathroom door slam shut. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Third times the charm..." Slowly he approached the bathroom and for a moment just stood in front of the door, unsure of what to do. After a moment he pressed his ear to the door. Silence. Now that could be good or bad. She wasn't crying so he wouldn't have to deal with that, but she also wasn't moving around and he wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Ms. Sullivan?" He called then listened. Still nothing. Okay... "Are you alright?" At this point he wasn't expecting an answer. "You can't stay in there forever." This time he heard a slight shuffling after a beat or two of silence so he stepped away from the door thinking maybe she'd come out. Another few minutes slowly passed and the door didn't open. "Don't think for a second that I won't go into the ladies restroom." Still nothing. Alright so threats weren't going to work either.

With a sigh he fell back against the wall beside the door and slid down until he was seated on the floor. It's not that he was afraid to go into the ladies restroom he was more afraid of what she might do if he did. So he sat there staring at the adjacent wall as he listened for any signs of movement from the bathroom.

Finally, after half and hour of no progress Tony pushed off the ground, grunting with the effort of standing after having been motionless for so long. He gave the door one final look, waiting a second to see if she would come out. When she didn't he left her alone

It took two hours but she finally managed calm herself down. She'd sat stalk still on the toilet in the very last stall as far away from the door as possible. She's been able to breathe again after the twenty minutes, another fifteen and the shaking had stopped. After that it had just been the inability to move coupled with waiting out Tony Stark. He couldn't stay out there forever. Soon he would leave, go home, find another photographer to bother.

Finally she was able to work up the nerve to get out of the stall. She moved slowly as if somewhere there were a sleeping predator she didn't want to wake. When she reached the door she pressed her ear to it and listened for a moment. The hallways was completely silent. Good. She thought. He went home. and if I'm lucky he left that food behind. The fact that she still hadn't eaten was more apparent to her more then ever now.

Sarah made her way back to the studio with quick strides. She just wanted to grab her bag, that food if there was any, and go home. She pushed open the door, still unlocked, at least he didn't lock up, she'd left her keys on the desk.

"Feel better?" For the second time that night Tony Stark scared her out of her wits.

"What are you still doing here?" She muttered, refusing to look at him, instead she started rummaging around for her purse. She needed to leave, to get away from him and everyone else.

"Well, someone had to eat this." He said. She risked a glance back at him and found him leaned against the table, still set out, one of the plates in his hand. "Can't let it go to waste."

She didn't respond. The room fell silent aside from the shuffling as she tried to find her bag. It had been right by the desk. She always puts it by the desk so where the hell it is?

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Tony finally asked. He knew his persistence could be... rather annoying. He'd been cursed out, yelled at, threatened, thrown out, but he couldn't say he'd even had someone run away from him.

"No." She said a little too fast. "It was nothing. I'm fine."

"Fine doesn't run off and hide in the bathroom for two hours."

"I'm fine." She insisted more harshly this time, pushing about and throwing things out from around and under her desk. "And where is my goddamned Camera!?" A pile of precariously stacked paper, folders, and binders toppled over sending pictures and paperwork sliding across the floor. With a defeated whimper she buried her face in her hands.

She heard his footstep approach her and stop. After a moment she looked up and saw her camera case dangling in front of her. When she reached for it he pulled it back and slung the strap over his shoulder. "You can have it back," He said. "When the food is gone. Can't eat it all by myself."

"It's cold." She muttered, as if that would have stopped her if it had just been her alone in her house.

"Nuke it." He said, gesturing with his chopsticks to the microwave in the corner as he made his way back to the table.

She looked at the plate still on the table, the one he'd set out for her, and sighed as she stood. Sarah wanted nothing more in this moment then to be in her house, away from Tony Stark, and models, and weddings and everything else, but she couldn't just let him have her camera so she wasn't going anywhere until she got it back... not to mention she was starving. So she tried to ignore the smirk on his face as she picked up her plate and took it to the microwave.