Not Another Iron Man Fanfiction *revised*
Working Out Fine
"What for?" Tony asked.
"About all this," I said, gesturing to our surroundings. We stood in the ruined remains of Stark Expo, under the shade of one of the last intact Belgian Waffle stands. With the morning sun now rising, it looked hell of a lot worse. I had to say, Tony was handling it remarkably well. "It must have meant a lot to you."
"Yeah, well...it was fun while it lasted." He turned away and started walking toward the gate, where ambulances and news broadcasting vans had already collected.
"So what now?" I asked, following. "Rhodey took your other suit, Vanko's dead, Hammer's in jail...did I miss anything?"
"Natalie isn't who we thought she was," Tony added.
"Well, there's that," I said. "And the Expo's shot to hell...what now, Tony?"
"Now?" He echoed. "We keep moving, kid. What else have we got to do?"
"Mr. Stark!" shouted the crowd of reporters at the gate. "Mr. Stark, do you have a word? What happened? Who did it?"
"Isabella!" yelled one guy. "Over here, Isabella!" A couple of reporters leaned in towards me, brandishing portable mics. "How does it feel to be Iron Man's sidekick?"
"Um, yeah," said Tony. "Let's not go here." He steered me around and back into the Expo.
"Did you just...walk out on the press?" I said incredulously.
"Hey, they were getting all up in your personal space," he said. "Don't want that to happen, do
we? Especially since you're a little trigger-happy with the wrist cannon."
We looked up to see Pepper walking toward us, angrily picking her way through the rubble.
"Um...am I in trouble?" I said.
"What did you think you were doing, flying in like that? First at the party, now here--"
"I thought I calmed you down hours ago!" Tony said, trying to restrain her.
"I wasn't finished with her," said Pepper. She hugged me, to my surprise. "Oh, don't you ever do that again, okay? At least not without telling me first! Goddammit, if anything happened--"
"I'm okay, Pepper!" I said, laughing. "It all worked out! It's Tony you should be mad at, he was dying and didn't tell you."
"Oh, he told me," said Pepper, and though she was glaring at him, there was something playful about it. "What am I going to do with you both? It's like a double heart attack!"
"I'm sorry," I said, contrite. "But I'll make it up to you. We both will...right, Tony?"
"What?" Tony said.
"Well for a start, how does a vacation sound?" Tony asked Pepper, with the air of someone closing a business deal. "The Bahamas."
"We'll make you breakfast," I added.
"We'll go surfing," Tony promised off the top of his head.
"And we promise to never stress you out again--"
"Unlikely!" laughed Pepper.
"Maybe it's a bit of a stretch, but--"
"Okay, guys," she finally said, "you can stop right there."
And to my utter surprise, she planted a juicy kiss on my uncle right in front of me.
"Pepper," he groaned when it finally ended, "we have a guest..."
"Is this...something I have to get used to?" I said uncertainly.
Tony pressed Pepper closer to his side and the two of them flashed award-winning smiles like they were at the red carpet. "Yes!"
I beamed. "I love it, guys."
It was going to be one interesting summer for me.