Here's the last short bit of the story. It's not much, and honestly I was half asleep writing this but it's the end and I hope you like it! Thanks for reading and I hope you loved reading this story as much as I loved writing it! xoxo Nutella1234

It was a few weeks before Tony got back to himself completely, and once he got better, everything returned back to normal. He was his usual snarky self, and him and Pepper continued to hit it off. Five months later, Tony was back in his workshop, fixing up a new computer chip for the ironman suit.

"Bruce, can you hand me that screwdriver?" He asked, motioning towards the screwdriver lying on the table next to his friend.

"Sure." Bruce got up and took it over to Tony who grabbed it with a distracted 'thanks' and instantly went to work on the chip. In a few moments, Tony put the chip and the screwdriver down on the table and leaned back with a sigh.

"Finally, I'm done!"

Bruce had stood, observing him for a moment.

"That's great. Sure did take you long enough."

"Hey, it takes time to be a genius."

"Yeah, whatever." Bruce chuckled. "Should we go up to get something to eat?"

"Sounds great. Lets go." Tony proceeded to get up from the chair and upon standing up, he stopped for a moment, hand on the table.

"You okay?" Bruce asked.

Tony nodded.

"Just tired."

"Are you sure? You're looking kind of flushed."

"Bruce, seriously? I just got better, I can't be sick again!"

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"That was five months ago and anyways, Pepper was sick a few days ago and I saw you two kissing."

"Why were you spying on us?"

"JARVIS. Temperature, please."

"Sir's temperature is 102.1."

Tony cut Bruce a glare. Bruce smirked.

"Fine. I'm sick. I'll go to bed." Tony tossed his hands up in exasperation and Bruce watched as Tony walked out of the room.

"He finally admitted he was sick. And it only took him five months."

He shook his head and went back to his work.