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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man 2, X-men (comics) Omega Red, Marvel, or Paramount Pictures, nor do I own any of the characters from the comics or the movies, this is a work of fiction and I do not profit from these writings.

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((Weee, chapter 20 is up, sorry this took a while, wasn't sure how to start this or continue it...but I managed. Hope you all enjoy. Also...*glomps AnonGrimm* your words were awesome. And yes...I am a research whore.))
“Tony?” Pepper called stepping into the Cliffside home that she and her super hero husband-to-be now shared. It always struck Pepper how elegant the Stark home was. It managed to be modern without being garish. It looked regal without looking cold. It was a technological marvel and Pepper called it home.
The wide multi leveled circular living room was very empty. That surprised Pepper. She was sure Tony knew she had touched down. She set her carry-on aside on the simple glass coffee table that had replaced the one that Tony and Rhoddy had smashed through during Tony’s rather atrocious birthday party. Picking out a new table had been easy. Cleaning up exploded watermelon had been hard.
“Pepper?”
Pepper whirled around in her six inch heels and found herself facing a wall lit with a blue tinted holographic image of Tony sitting in his lab downstairs. He had that slightly pale gaunt look he got when he had delved so deeply into a project that he forgot, or perhaps ignored, the passage of time. His hair was wild around his face and his normally perfectly trimmed beard was now backlit by swatches of dark stubble.
“When was the last time you showered?”
“Uhhh, this morning? Last night…maybe. Not sure. What day is it? Come down here.”
Pepper opened her mouth to say something else but Tony disconnected the image before she could argue.
She sighed and made her way down the white stairs and paused at the glass barrier. She tapped her code on the glowing keypad and waited for the button to clear her into the sanctuary of Tony Starks private world beyond.
Pepper opened the door and was greeted by a blast of AC/DC’s Have a Drink on me. Tony was sitting at his smooth glass and plastic desk, though facing away from it. His back still to her. His eyes were focused on several interactive screens of various size. Pepper caught glimpses of technical readouts. A new Iron Man platform. So that’s what had kept him up.
She reached over and slid her finger down the slider to turn the music down so that she could at least hear herself think. “Tony?”
His head perked just a little, though he didn’t turn around.
“Haven’t we discussed this music thing before?”
“You called me down here.”
“Not to turn down my music.”
Pepper ignored the comment and plowed on, “I’m glad you’re up, actually, there is a few things we have to talk about for the…”
“Nu-huh.” Tony said swiveling around finally to face her fixing here with a direct look. “You…are in trouble.”
Pepper wasn’t amused. Her eyes narrowed and her lips took on a soft frown that told Tony she wasn’t in the mood for jokes. “How is that, exactly?” She asked crossing her thin arms beneath her breasts.
“I seem to remember being forbidden to go chase after Ivan Vanko,” Tony said his big eyes going direct.
“Yes, you were,” Pepper lifted her chin. Her ponytail swayed.
“You see, that is where I get confused, because here I was thinking that if you told me it wasn’t good for me to go out chasing villains that it was assumed you shouldn’t either.” Tony linked his fingers behind his head and looked up at Pepper. “How is the whip master anyway?”
“I didn’t see him.”
“So you couldn’t find him,” Tony said with a small smirk.
“Oh no, I found him, I just never saw him. I saw his wife.”
“Wife? The nurse?” Tony got up and put his hands on Peppers shoulders looking across her face, “Well, apparently she didn’t have a bedpan handy.”
“She’s pregnant with his child.”
“Congratulations…or whatever they say in Russia.” Tony put a finger on Pepper’s lips when she opened her mouth to inform him, “Not important. You going to Russia isn’t important, well…it is important but not in the way you think it is…or might think it is…”
“Tony, you aren’t making any sense. Have you been drinking?”
“A little. You just don’t know my surprise yet. I said I had a present for you.”
Pepper stepped back away from Tony. “Tony, I’ve already said….”
“I know, no tango before the music…”
“Huh?”
“Sleep deprivation, ignore that. No sex. I get it. Well technically I'm not getting it. But that’s not the present…unless you want it to be.”
Pepper shook her head ignoring the small blush that came unto her cheeks. “When was the last time you slept? Or ate…or took a shower?”
“Why? Do I stink?” Tony sniffed himself quickly. “It’s been a while…”
“No, you don’t stink. You smell like you always do after locking yourself away in your sanctuary.”
“I wasn’t locked away. I was working. There is a difference. Crazy people lock themselves away. I‘m not crazy. I’m rich. We get to be eccentric. ”
“Naturally.”
“Come on.” Tony said turning away and heading past the collection of cars to the collection of Ironman Suits.
“Tony, I’ve seen the Ironman platforms before.”
“I’m aware of that, Miss Potts….however…” He took Peppers wrists and guided her to the yellow circle where he stood to be suited up.
“Tony.”
“Trust me.” He said smoothly, punching a few buttons into one of his many holographic screens “You might want to take your heels off.”
“What?”
“Shoes. Off. I didn’t calculate heels into the prototype. Should have though, could be sexy.”
“Oh my god.” Pepper heard the whirl of machines all around her.
“Shoes Pepper. Now,” Tony warned.
“Tony…Tony no,” Pepper said stepping forward to get out of the circle. It was too late. The floor panels opened up and she saw bits and pieces of armor clasped in waiting mechanical claws. She quickly slipped out of the black heels kicking them to the side. “Oh god.”
The armor slid into place over her frame. Her feet and calves were first, then a belt around her hips. A large loop around her neck weighted heavily on her slim shoulders. The armor went on and on piling upon her legs. She heard the ripping of her skirt as two lengths of armor clasped upon her legs.
“Umm….oops,” Tony said as a swatch of black fabric fell to the ground, “Next time you should probably wear pants.”
Pepper shot him an angry look. “Not funny.”
Tony shrugged trying to hide his smirk, “It was a little funny.”
The suit up continued until Pepper stood there in a deep purple armor highlighted with iron man red and gold. “Holy crap.”
“Wow…” Tony said as Pepper took a wobbly step forward. The suit fit her….well. He hadn’t thought a fully clothed woman could be that sexy but there she was, looking all Iron Maiden….pun intended. “Sexy.”
“Not funny,” Pepper said again, her voice a mechanical echo of it’s normal tone. “When did you do this?”
“Started a few days ago.”
“Days!?”
“Well, I did do all those,” He said motioning to the iron man suits. “I was supposed to be working on a new platform for myself, specializing in defensive tactics, but every time I tried it felt wrong.”
“Felt wrong?”
“Well…maybe it’s because I kept picturing your legs.”
Pepper in her armored suit put her hands on her hips. Her glowing eyes zeroing in on Stark.
“Yeah…definitely sexy.”
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