(Chapter 5 finally up! In he next week or so I'm going to be doing a massive updates most of my stories should get a new chapter or 2?! That's right I'm not dead! Just really busy!)

The night hadn't been so bad once she'd come out of the bathroom. They ate in silence and Tony didn't say anything about the photo shoot, or models, or her episode. If it hadn't been for his presence it would have almost been like she was eating alone. But she wasn't. Stark was still there even if he wasn't talking, something in and of itself she was sure was a miracle. Once the plates had been cleaned Tony relinquished her camera, as promised, and left. Sarah waited an extra minute or so before she too took her leave to avoid having to walk out with him, she even took the stairs instead of the elevator as an extra precaution. When she finally got home the immediately crawled into bed and go to sleep, exhausted from the events of the day.

Tony didn't let it go so easily. When he'd gotten back to the tower he had Jarvis pull up as much about Sarah Sullivan as he could find. He'd done a bit of research on her before, after their first meeting, and didn't expect to find anything new this time around. He wasn't sure what he was looking for but he was going to find out.

She was one of the best photographers around, which is why Pepper had sought her out for this project. She'd done shoots for big name ad campaigns and fashion magazines, been a celebrity judge at a few high end beauty pageants and even a few of those 'next top model' reality shows. There had been a few things that stood out in everything he read about her. All of these appearances had apparently been a struggle to finalize for the producers and organizers and there would have been more but she seemed to have a habit of canceling appearances or flat out refusing the offer. Aside from the occasional celebrity appearance and professional shoots she was very rarely seen outside of her studio and no one on record had ever been to her home and despite being invited to numerous galas, parties, and charity socials and having donated generous amounts to many worthwhile charities she'd never actually made an appearance at any events.

Suddenly something clicked. The first time he'd read through this information he'd dismissed it as an eccentric artist type thing. It wasn't unheard of for photographers, especially in the fashion industry, to be a little strange. People who never leave their work spaces, who will only eat roasted peppers when working or who need to hang upside down from a wishing well to get inspiration. The whole art world was riddled with weird ones like that.

Now that he'd actually met her though, seen her in the state she was in last night, he got the feeling that she wasn't simply eccentric. That the reason for her behavior was something a little more... beyond her control.

He'd spent most of the night going back and forth between his Sullivan research and tinkering on his latest endeavor in green energy. Pepper was really pushing this ridiculous cell phone idea that he agreed to entertain.

When the sun started to rise he finally vacated his lab for a quick caffeine fix. In the kitchen connected to the recreation floor he found Bruce Banner already sitting at the counter with his own steaming cup, of tea no doubt. "Good morning." Tony greeted.

"Is it?"

Tony quirked a brow but chose not to follow that line of conversation. It would only lead somewhere depressing if he did. "Make any worthwhile breakthrough's last night?" He knew Bruce had been on the same frustrating path since they met, he'd tried to redirect the man's efforts but it always came back to The Hulk.

The look on the physicists face told him nothing had changed. "You know, if you put half as much effort into anything else as you do in finding 'the cure'" he said, his tone making it clear how he felt about Bruce's all consuming project. "You could do a lot of good for the world."

"Finding 'the cure'" Bruce shot back, mocking Tony's disapproval. "Is the best thing I could go for the world."

Tony was about to return with a snarky come back but suddenly had a thought that was more important then have a sarcastic argument with Bruce. "Hey!" He said, joining Bruce at the table, now with his own cup. "What do you know about social disorders?"

Bruce looked cautiously surprised. He hadn't expected the question but but he also didn't want to know where it had come form. "Social disorders?"

"Yeah. Like, what would I look for?"

"Are you... are you trying to tell me something?" Bruce asked with a smirk. "Because if you are I doubt it's something I don't already know."

"No." Tony said, waving off the misunderstanding but a little upset that he'd missed the opportunity to poke fun at his fellow scientist. "It might be hard to believe but this has nothing to do with you." Bruce rolled his eyes. "So." Tony leaned forward on his elbows. "Social disorders."

"Tony." The older man lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not that kind of doctor."

Tony just took a drink from his cup and looked at Bruce over the rim. Bruce read that look clearly. 'That's not what I asked.' He sighed. "I don't know, Tony. I didn't study social behavior."

The tin man rolled his eyes "Obviously." He stood and dropped his cup in the sink. "You're a terrible therapist."

Bruce gave a thoughtful hum. "It's almost like I'm not a therapist at all."