This could quite possibly be my first full-on angst piece. Its my first from 3rd person POV as well. Stay tuned. I have to run to the city but I'll try and update later.

DISCLAIMER: Nah, still not mine. A shout out to Stan Lee. Without his creative genius, I'd have nothing to drool over.

Spoilers for the IM 2 book and movie. From Happy's POV because no else has done it yet.

For the first time in my long employment at Stark Industries, I'm having a difficult time holding my emotions in check. I've pushed and shoved my way through fans and paparazzi for years, as a boxer and a body guard, but never have I actually wanted to punch my employee more than I do right now.

In retrospective, it was inevidable and it was my big mouth that put her in that position, but, Tony Stark or not, he had no right to treat anyone the way he was treating Pepper at the moment.

He'd probably slept with every female over the age of eighteen in California (I should know, having driven most of them home or to the airport), but that had come to a hault when he'd come back from....there. Pepper had balled her eyes out pretty much every night for three months and I'd put her frail frame to bed more than once, hell I'd practically had to feed her at one point, but this was different.

My first indication that something was wrong was the crowd now flooding out of the mansion, followed by a loud crash. Fighting the crowd, I was met with a sight I never thought was possible. Iron Man, presumably Tony, was fighting againsthis own Mark II suit. And smack bang in the middle of it was Pepper.

Without any form of rational thought, I ran into the war zone and, taking her wrist, pulled Pepper out.

"Happy we have to stop this."

"Pepper we can't. They could kill you if you go back in there."

To prove my point, two repulsors fored against each other, causing a energy ball which exploded.

Without a second to think of the reprocussions, I wrapped my arms around Pepper's waist, my back to the house as the windows showered us with glass, my chest muffling her scream. By the time my mind told me it was safe to let go, the Mark II had flown off and Iron Man was unconcious.

"Get me out of here Happy." Her voice was so small, I doubted even she recognized it. My arm was still around her as I escorted her to the car.

When we were safely out of the drive way, Pepper curled herself into a ball in the back seat.

I care about her, I really do, and I may have let slip that I might possibly beinlovewithher, but nothing could have stopped my heart from breaking when she started crying.

It was Afghanistan all over again, but she was crying because of him, not for him like before.

If Pepper hadn't told me not to, I would have gone back just to kick his head in.

He made Pepper cry, he was going to hell anyway.