Summary of today:

Went to see The Avengers.

PLOT BUNNIES ATTACKETH!

I may post more tomorrow. (IF I haven't moved on to a different fandom by then :P)

I obviously don't own anything. If you are stupid enough to think that I do, and sue me, you really shouldn't be allowed out into society.

As Jarvis called her, he wondered what to say. Tons of scenarios ran through his head like a stampede, but only one really stuck.

"Pepper?"

"Tony, don't you dare go through that damn portal or whatever that thing is. Just let go of the mis-"

"Pepper, listen to me. I've got about ten seconds before I lose connection with you, and I'd rather not end this conversation being cut-off."

"Listen to me, Anthony Stark-"

"No Pep, you listen to me. I love you. I've loved you since the day I met you, and I've been so stupid to not tell you that."

"T-"

"I'm sorry."

Then the connection would short out, the missile would blow the aliens base to bits, and . . . well, he'd die. But he'd die saving the world. Pepper would be okay, she would move on. She would find another, more deserving guy, and forget all about Tony Stark. Forget all about Tony Stark.

That thought is what kept him from turning around as the word 'failed' appeared beneath her picture.

As he started to lose consciousness, he wondered what she would do when he was gone. Would she really move on? Of course she would, he told himself.

But as he faded away to unawareness, he knew that she would never forget him, and she would most definitely never forgive him for dying.

Her eyes widened to their maximum as the only man she truly cared about soared into an abyss of darkness. Please come back, she begged him inside her mind. Please, just come back.

So when he began to fall from the- wait, fall? Iron Man was supposed to fly, wasn't he?

He definitely wasn't flying now, though. Instead he was falling to his death while the whole country watched.

Falling to his death . . .

He was falling.

Falling. To his death.

She would never see him again.

Ever.

Well, she would; but at the bottom of a casket.

All of a sudden, she felt lightheaded, and heard a faint voice calling: "Miss Potts? Miss Potts, are you alright?"

And abruptly fainted, falling to the floor not unlike Tony Stark falling to his doom.

That was painfully short.

I had a terrible (wonderful) urge to write 'not unlike her husband' instead of 'not unlike Tony Stark' at the end there.

Remember, to err is human, to review divine.