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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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((This chapter is dedicated to all my ongoing readers, those of you who have posted reviews, those of you who haven't. And those of you who will once you get over your shyness.))
Sylvia was off in her own little world. She had just got off the bus returning home from a trip to the producti. She had all the ingredients for pelmeni. She was excited to try it out. Ivan had left on one of his mystery excursions a couple of hours ago and she planned on surprising him with a good dinner. She had to do something to keep herself occupied. Jobs in Moscow were rare for English speaking people, at least English speaking people who couldn’t also speak Russian.
She needed to do something. Anything really. The apartment was as clean as it was bound to get. She’d read at least 20 books in the past few weeks. She’d never had a great amount of interest in television. But aside from a small amount of Bibigon…a channel dedicated for children…the language was far too much for Sylvia to comprehend. She entertained herself with ballet. One of the many things she enjoyed most about Russia was a ticket to the ballet or the theater was about as expensive as a ticket to the cinema.
There was something beautiful about live shows. The emotions conveyed through live movement reached a part deeper inside the mind that any screen could. She had recently enjoyed Cinderella. The Prince had been especially good…
She was off in her own little world when she heard someone shouting.
“Izinne!! Gospoja Izinne!”
Sylvia felt a hand on her should, and she turned to see a pretty teenage girl wearing a plethora of bangles around her wrists. She had large chocolate colored eyes and bright blond hair. Sylvia had seen her near the apartment building, she was a neighbor then. “MinUtu, pazhAlusta, Vot, vaz'mite” The girl held up a package of flour and passed it over to Sylvia.
“Oh!” Sylvia exclaimed, “Thank you….I mean…Spasiba…” Sylvia said using a informal thank you. The girl was a teenager after all.
“American?” The girl asked blinking in surprise, “Visiting? You stay in my building.”
“Not visiting, just moved here with my husband.”
Wow that sounded strange to say. There had never been a wedding, hell, there hadn’t been a proposal but according to the government she was Mrs. Grusov, married to one Ivan Grusov.
“You marry Russian man!” The girl laughed and tucked the flour into Sylvia’s bag. “And move here….backwards.”
“It’s a little different, yes.” Sylvia smiled beginning to walk back home, the girl followed her. “I’m Sylvia,” She paused for a moment, “Kak vas zavut?”
“Not bad…” The girl exclaimed brightly clapping her hands. “Stress the U…helps. My name is Nadja.”
“And you speak English?”
“Da! All students are taught a couple years of English…and I worked over at the airport…so it got better.”
“So I see. Are you a student Nadja?”
Nadja nodded, “I am in first year university.”
“Goodness I miss college.” Sylvia shook her head, “Fun times.”
“What you study?” Nadja asked, genuinely interested.
“Biology mostly, I was in the nursing program.”
“You are nurse?”
Sylvia nodded, “I was…till I moved here. Hard to be a nurse when you don’t speak the language.”
“I can help!” Nadja said happily, “I can help you learn Russian…and you can help English.”
“You are a sprightly thing.”
Nadja just laughed.
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Sylvia came into the apartment, whistling happily. Ivan looked up from the book he was reading looking over his glasses. “You happy,” he stated.
“I made a friend.”
He raised one brow, “Friend?”
“Nadja Povolwski, She lives upstairs.”
“Nadja….Nadja…little Nadja?” he said with a frown.
“Well, she’s skinny but she isn’t little. She’s taller than me and is in her first year of college.”
“Been while since I take notice,” he shrugged, “Seemed nice. Young.”
Sylvia shrugged and headed to the kitchen area beginning to put things away, take out bowls, and started dinner preparations. “She is nice, her English is pretty good, she’s promised to help me with my Russian if I’ll help her practice English. Apparently she wants to travel and English is a better traveling language.”
He nodded and opened his book. “Good, you have friend.”
Sylvia shook her head, it amazed her how frugal Ivan could be with language. He said so few words but he meant every single one of them. She mixed flour and water and a few other things into a bowl to begin making the dough for diner. She had a friend, she had a home, she had a man who loved her. What more could she want?
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“Tony, I need to know what’s going on.” Pepper said standing to one side of Tony Starks basement desk. Tony noted she was wearing on of her tight skirts, this one in dark green. Flashier than her normal blacks, blues, and grays. He liked it. Green went nicely with her hair, which was pulled back into a neat bun at the base of her neck.
“Why don’t you ever wear your hair down?” Tony asked,
Pepper gave Tony a thin lipped looked, “We are not discussing my hair.”
“Well, I was.” Tony said standing up and moving around the desk to lean one hip against it watching Pepper’s eyes knit with distrust. “I’m sorry, what were you discussing? I was busy not listening.”
“I was discussing your visit to the New York State Penitentiary.”
“Well, we both knew I’d end up there someday, I always assumed it would be because of something…you know…fun. Possibly involving pudding and twins.”
Pepper’s lip twitched.
“See, got you to smile. What is it? Why are you mad?”
“I’m mad because I think you went to see Justin Hammer. Did you?”
“Uhhhh yeah…yeah I did.” Tony said standing up and moving away, maybe she wouldn’t follow him.
No such luck, how a woman managed to move in such high heels was beyond him.
“Tony! Why? What could you possibly have…”
“He asked me to,” Tony said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
“That’s it? He just…asked you to…so you went?’
“Well yeah, that’s the way most things go. Someone asks something…someone else says yes…and before you know it…”
All of a sudden Tony Stark was on one knee. And he was holding up a simple black box.
“Oh my god,” Pepper said he eyes going wide. “Is this…are you….”
“Are you saying yes?”
“Are you asking?”
“Only if you say yes…cause if you say no I end up looking like a fool and we both know how I feel about that.”
“Well as often as you end up…” Pepper smiled and shook her head her lips forming a sudden frown “Are you asking this because I’m mad at you?”
“Uhhh yeah…I just happened to have this in my pocket waiting for you to yell at me.”
“I wasn’t yelling I was…”
“Yes or no Pepper?”
Virginia Pepper Potts smiled and shook her head, “Oh God…Tony….Yes.”
“Good.” Tony said popping open the box to reveal a massive engagement ring. He slid it on to Pepper’s slender finger. “That wasn’t so hard.”
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