The battle of New York was a day Brenna wanted to forget. It was a day she had almost lost Tony… again. It reminded her of Afghanistan, and when his arc reactor was poisoning him.

Because of this, she had almost told him about her soul mark. In the end, however, she decided she would take him, any way she could have him. Also, it wouldn't be worth it unless he had his as well.

She still dreamed of that day. Could still see tony falling to the earth, could still hear the prayer that came out like a mantra.

More than one night, she would wake screaming his name just like she did that day. Good thing the rooms in the tower were sound proof. Tony's bedroom was right next door to hers.

Because of the battle, her apartment building had been destroyed. So Tony had offered for her to move in. She was hesitant at first, but he gave a convincing argument. It would make her job easier. She wouldn't have to be awoken by him, in the middle of the night, and have to travel so far. Because of this, she often wound up crashing there any way.

It was also nice because of how close she had become with Natasha.

Stark Towers was now known as The Avengers Tower. The battle with the aliens, having damaged the original, causing Tony to have to rebuild.

Honestly, she loved sharing space with everyone. Especially Tony, but she didn't mention that. She had a feeling Tasha noticed her feelings for Tony but chose not to ask.

She had just finished her shower, and was picking out an outfit, when the door to her bedroom opened. She gasped, and spun around, holding her towel with a death grip.

Relief flooded her, that it was just Natasha, until she saw the look on the red headed assassins face. Her eyes were wide, her jaw unhinged, and she was pointing at Brenna.

Tony's assistant looked to where she was pointing, and froze. No! No, no, no. This was not happening.

Natasha finally found her voice. "Does he know?" Tasha was so loud that it spurred Brenna into action. "Shhhh! Not so loud!" She hissed at her best friend, as she rushed forward, and closed the door with a slam. "And no, he doesn't know, because no one is going to tell him."

Nat cocked a brow in question. "Why not? He has a right to know."

The ginger headed PA sighed, and plopped down on the end of her bed. "You had to have heard how he feels about soul mates."

Natasha nodded, before sitting next to Brenna. "Yeah, but I think he would feel differently if he knew it was you. I mean, everyone agrees he's in love with you."

"Ha!" Brenna scoffed as she stood up. "Right. I think you're all seeing things." She walked over to her closet, and finally chose an outfit for the day. She felt like it was a jeans and t-shirt kind of day.

She went in her bathroom and got dressed. Hoping that when she came back in the room, Nat would be gone.

No such luck.

Nat chuckled at the look on her friend's face. "You know I'm not going to let this go."

Brenna rolled her eyes. "Of course, not. You're like a dog with a bone."

The Russian woman laughed, as she put her arm around Brenna's shoulders., steering her towards the door. "I won't say anything to, Tony. You on the other hand…"

Brenna sighed, deeply. "Lucky me." Nat laughed even harder.

T.S._

Tony walked into his lab to find Natasha, sitting by Bruce as the scientist worked. He felt there was something there, but didn't say anything.

As he walked to his computer, he noticed the smirk she wore, that was directed right at him.

"What?" He questioned, as he wiped at his face. "Do I still have toothpaste on my mouth? What?"

She shook her head, but the smirk remained.

"Come on.' Tony said, as he took a seat. "That look isn't for nothing."

She shook her head again. "No, honestly, it's nothing."

Tony wasn't buying it. He pointed at her and wiggled his finger back and forth. "uh, uh. You know something."

She shrugged her shoulders, all out grinning now. "Maybe, but I'm not telling you." She stood up, her grin going wider. "Bye, Tony."

"Oh, come on!" He yelled after her.

Her cackle could be heard before the doors slid shut.

T.S._

Brenna stepped out of the kitchen. A soda in one hand, a bowl of popcorn in the other. It was Friday night, which meant movie night with Tony.

She looked forward to these nights all week, because it meant time together, just the two of them.

Tony was sitting on the love seat, remote in hand. "Everything is ready to go. Just have to hit play."

She handed him the bowl as she got comfortable next to him. Once she was settled, she took the bowl back, and sat it in between them. She took her soda and twisted the lid off the bottle. She took a drink just as Tony spoke. "Natasha knows something."

She nearly did a spit take and wound-up coughing hard as she choked. Tony patted her back till the coughing fit stopped. She had to clear her throat a few times before she could speak. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "When I walked into the lab this morning, she was smirking at me, like she knew a secret I didn't."

Brenna would have to strangle the assassin later. "Hmmm. No idea." She kept her eyes on the popcorn as she grabbed a handful.

Her response had him feeling a little suspicious, but he'd have to take her word for it. It's not like she had ever lied to him before. "Just strange." He said before starting the movie.

By the end of the movie, Brenna was sound asleep, curled into his side, her head on his chest.

He took a moment, and just looked at her. She really was beautiful, and it took his breath away sometimes. It was a fight everyday now, not to act on what he felt for her. She had a soul mate after all. And it wasn't him. There was no way she would choose him, over the person the fates had planned for her.

He gently nudged her awake. "Hey Briar Rose. Time to wake up sleeping beauty."

Her eyes slowly opened, and it took a moment to realize where she was. "Oh. Sorry, Tony." She moved away from him and stretched. A moan escaped her as her tight muscles loosened. Tony's heart nearly beat right out of his chest.

She stood up and went to grab the bowl when he stopped her. "I'll clean up. Just go to bed."

She nodded before hugging him round the middle. "Night, Tony."

Once she was down the hall, he released the breath he was holding. God, she had felt good in his arms.

The way she hugged him, the looks she gave him, and her reactions to those times he had nearly died, gave him an almost sense of hope, that just maybe…

Then, that dark voice of doubt that popped up every now and again, just had to remind him, "but she's not yours."