So I've gone and done something I didn't really want to do at the time, but you know me...I couldn't resist. BUT I promise I haven't forgotten about my other stories and/or the requests I've got. I'm just taking advantage of my last week of summer.

Disclaimer: IMAA belongs to Marvel/Nicktoons. Can I stop saying that? No? Darn it...

"Wait, you're serious about this!?" he demanded as he struggled against his friend's grip.

"Tony, just relax," his friend assured him as he directed the blindfolded teen to their destination, "it's not like the world is going to end because of this."

Tony shook his head, not liking the fact that he was blindfolded for the past ten minutes. "For me it is, Rhodey. I mean, think about it!"

"You're just afraid that you're going to choose Pepper," Rhodey teased.

"I'm not afraid!" Tony protested, trying once more to free himself from his blindness and his friend's surprisingly strong grip.

This has been going on for the past twenty minutes. He spent half of it arguing on how the whole idea was just a big giant mistake and the other half, he spent blind while being led to the "top secret" location. It started out with two simple words from Rhodey. Two words that would have any teen in his right mind to flee for dear life. Except, Tony had the unfortunate disadvantage as far as running could go. Not only did Rhodey have an iron grip, he was quicker than a rabbit!

Now all of this excitement was due to two words and two words only. The words could have been something way less complicated and uneasy if they were something simple like: "Let's eat!", or "I'm tired!", or even "water sports". Though, water sports wasn't Tony's strong suit. Any sport on that matter. But he'd take water sports over what the real two words were any day.

Actually, he'd take "blind date" better than this. Because everyone knows that blind date sounds way better than "dating game". In a blind date, there is only one other person involved. No questions about it. But when a dating game is involved, there's generally three other people involved and there's always a chance you'll pick the wrong person. Not that a blind date always picks the right person, but in a blind date, there's generally more thought put into it.

Right?

"Why do I have to be blind folded?" Tony asked as he was directed up a fleet of stairs. "I already know what you want me to do. And my answer is still a no!"

"We don't want you to see the contestants," Rhodey explained. "You might be biased then and know who would say what."

"Well, I already know Pepper is one of them," Tony said, "And the only other girl I really know is Whitney…Dude, Whitney's not here is she?"

Rhodey chuckled. "No, Whitney's not here and neither is Pepper."

"What? Why?" Tony demanded.

Rhodey choked back a laugh. "She had to run some errands for her dad, so we had to improvise."

"Improvise?"

Rhodey stopped Tony in his tracks and opened the door in front of them, then he continued to lead Tony through their destination to where he sat Tony down in a chair. Tony instantly went to undo the blindfold, but Rhodey beat him to it and held his arms at his side.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked as he struggled to get up. He really didn't want to do this. Not if they expected him to honestly take whoever it is out on a date. If it was just for fun, he would have at least thought about it.

He didn't need an answer to his question when he both heard and felt the duct tape as it was wrapped around him and the chair he was sitting in. "Rhodey! Hey, come on! Duct tape? Seriously?"

"Sorry, man," Rhodey apologized, trying to hide the fact that he was grinning widely, "but you'll run away if we don't."

"No, I won't run," Tony said. "Just untie me. You know I don't like being tied up."

"You're not being tied up," Rhodey reminded him, "you're being taped up."

Tony sighed in defeat. Once Rhodey made up his mind, there was no changing it. So he sat there waiting as Rhodey finished up taping him to the chair. His friend even went as far as to tie his legs to the chair. Sometimes he really hated that his friend thought everything through.

"Are you going to take off the blindfold at least?" Tony asked when Rhodey announced that he was finished.

As if to answer his question, the blindfold was removed. Tony flinched away as a bright light hit his unexpecting eyes. He blinked several times getting used to the sudden light and looked around at his surroundings. It was your practical mystery dating game set up. A wall—or in this case, a curtain—was set up between him and the contestants. He assumed on the other side of the makeshift wall there was a set of three chairs.

His jaw practically dropped when he suddenly realized where they were. Words could not describe how angry he was at that moment. For the past ten minutes, Rhodey had been leading him through the streets of New York. He tripped over his own two feet so many times, he lost count. Only to find out that all of that traveling, all of that struggle, was all for nothing. All because Rhodey had him walking in circles for ten minutes straight! Rhodey was just buying time for the whole thing to be set up, because they just returned to exact same place they started in.

Rhodey's house.

More exact, Rhodey's garage.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Rhodey slapped a hand over mouth. "I know you're upset, but we're sort of keeping your identity a secret as well. You can speak now, the girls aren't in here right now."

He had no intention of playing this game, but he still had to ask, "Won't they recognize my voice?"

"That's why we're using your genius voice modulators!" Rhodey announced, pulled said object out.

It was then that Tony noticed that there was a whole speaker system going on around them. A mic was placed conveniently in front of him with the voice modulator set in place. He imagined that a similar set up was placed in front of the girls place.

"I hate you," he stated glaring as Rhodey pulled a few pieces of folded paper out of his back pocket.

Rhodey handed them to Tony, who read them carefully. "These are the questions that you'll be asking the girls to help you decide who to choose in the end. Just read them out to them and they'll answer one by one."

"I can't ask these questions!" Tony complained.

"Why not," Rhodey asked, "they're simple."

"I'm not playing," Tony stated, dropping the papers to the ground. "Nope. You can't make me!"

"What?" Rhodey questioned. "You have to play! The girls all expect you—"

"I never wanted to play in the first place," Tony replied. "And taping me down isn't helping. I can' barely move my arms!"

"Okay, will you play if I remove the tape?" Rhodey asked.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Then wouldn't I just run?"

Rhodey chuckled and shook his head. "If you run, then I'm not cleaning the armory for you like I promised."

Tony couldn't say anything to that. During their argument only twenty five minutes ago, Rhodey started throwing out bribes to get Tony to play. Of course, it was hard to bribe a rich genius who could invent anything he ever wanted, but when it came to cleaning, Tony hated it. Not that Rhodey particularly liked cleaning either, but it was the only thing he could think of. Tony never really agreed to that, but Tony knew a good deal when he saw one. But that didn't mean he was giving up on trying to escape the game.

"Fine, I won't run," Tony promised. "Now take this tape off!"

Painfully, Rhodey removed the tape from Tony's body. Once he was finished with that task, Tony looked at Rhodey curiously. "Wait, I'm confused."

"With what?"

"You blindfolded me so I wouldn't see the contestants," Tony began, "but they're not even in here."

"I lied, I just wanted to mess with you and keep the location a secret," Rhodey answered.

"Okay, and how did you get these girls to agree to date some random guy?" Tony asked, trying not to get to angry with Rhodey's response.

"Well," Rhodey placed a finger on his chin, "they know it's not some random guy, first of all. Then I think any girl will fall for you if they heard that you were smart, rich, and handsome."

"…"

"Anyways," Rhodey said, "I'll go get the girls. You look over the questions and don't peek!"

Tony sighed as he was left alone. He was tempted to run now that he wasn't tied up. But he thought about a clean armory, and couldn't bring himself to do it. His armory was never clean. And Rhodey was a really organized cleaner as far as he knew. Rhodey wasn't the person to have everything clean all the time, but when he does clean, it'll be the cleanest room anyone had ever seen.

Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realized that Rhodey had returned and the girls had taken their seats on the other side of the makeshift wall.

"Okay," Rhodey said, getting everyone's attention, "let's test the mic's first."

Rhodey pointed to Tony to say something into the mic, so with a sigh, Tony leaned forward. "Hello." As expected, his voice was adjusted so it wouldn't be recognized as his own.

Rhodey pointed to the person just beyond the makeshift wall. "Girl number one, say something."

"Um…good morning?" the voice turned out to be very squeaky and high pitched.

Rhodey went on to the next person and the final person and nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, they're all working! Now let's get on to the rules shall we?"

"Wait," Tony interjected, "are you acting like a host?"

"Yes, why?"

Tony narrowed his eyes at his closest friend. "This isn't being recorded is it?"

Rhodey smiled nervously. "No, of course not! Why would this be recorded? Ha, you must be joking!"

Tony rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. There was no getting out of it now.

Rhodey cleared his throat and smiled. "Well, onto the rules! The rules are simple. No peeking past the curtain, no asking questions off of the sheet of paper, and your answers must be true and honest!" Rhodey looked at all the contests and Tony and gave them all a thumbs up. "Alright, first question, go!"

Tony sighed. There really was no way out of it.

This was going to be a oneshot, but just this part was turning out longer than expected, so I figured I'd split it up. On the plus side, it frees up more space to do more things! :)

Fun Fact: I've recently gotten a new puppy and we think he's a coonhound mix. He's such a pain to watch, but he's lucky he's cute.

I plan on having something updated tomorrow (later on today for me) maybe even another chapter for this. Who knows. But something should be up if I don't have to much trouble watching the puppy. :)

Hugs and Love, SilverPedals!