Tony and Pepper slid into the back of the car as Happy got behind the wheel. "Where to?" he asked, tone soft.

"To the hospital please, Happy," Pepper said, but Tony was already shaking his head.

"No," he said. "No not the hospital."

"What do you mean?" Pepper questioned, looking at him in concern. "You need to go."

Tony shook his head again. "No. I… I've been gone for three months. There are things I need to do. Things I want to do. Going to the hospital isn't one of those things."

"Oh and what do you want to do?" She questioned, eyebrow quirked slightly.

"I want a cheeseburger." he said with a tone of finality. "An American cheeseburger. The other…"

"I cannot believe him!" Clint exclaimed with a bark of laughter.

Pepper smiled softly. "It isn't what you're thinking Mr. Barton."

Clint looked to Pepper. "Ugh Pepper. It's just Clint please."

"That is enough out of you mister!" Pepper said with a small laugh.

Tony let out a huff of laughter too. "That wasn't what I was thinking… I had wanted to call for a press conference but… I just want to go home. I just want to go home and be with you and not… not think about anything else for a bit."

"Friend Stark does seem quite fatigued," Thor rumbled. "But after such a battle I too would wish to curl up with my lady Jane."

Pepper was silent for a moment. "Alright."

"You heard the lady Happy. To home, but cheeseburger first."

The screen was black. And it was silent until there was a slow deep breath, shuttering slightly toward the end before an exhale. And then color filled the screen again. They watched silently, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D agents realizing this was likely going to be a more personal moment between the two Starks with Tony's return to Malibu.

Tony was sat in a Red leather bench seat, face stony, eyes far away. Pepper's hand entered the screen before the shot widened, showing the couple sitting together in a beautifully kept Ford Flathead Roadster. The same car Tony had been working on before he left for the weapons demo.

Pepper was looking at Tony gently, though there was an undertone of hardness, like a dare to anyone that tried to take him away from her again. His eyes began to wonder slowly around the garage/lab. Taking in all of the details around him. There was his favorite mug sitting on his desk. The papers on his desk were just as he left them, a complete mess. The guts of an engine were laying on a table with dirty oil stained rags scattered about.

It was quiet, no sound was playing and for a second the viewers though that it had somehow been muted, but then there was a crash.

Dum-e and U appeared at Tony's side of the car. resting their arms on the top to the door looking decidedly like eager puppies looking for a pet. And Tony did so, reaching out to pat them with a weak smile. Dum-e let out a whir and beep before zooming off to the blender at the small kitchenette before returning with what looked like a smoothie.

Tony let out a huff like laugh.

"There isn't motor oil in this one is there?" he asked softly with a quirked eyebrow. "I just got back, so I'd appreciate not getting poisoned on accident."

"He's gotten very good about what is edible sir," Jarvis said, tone approving.

Tony took the glass and Dum-e let a triumphant like noise. Tony smiled.

"Thanks Dum-e, but I'm not feeling very hungry. Maybe you can make me another one tomorrow."

It was almost like Dum-e was thinking about the suggestion. His arm tilted slightly with consideration before he beeped and rested his arm down again.

"It's really amazing how much personality Dum-e and U have," Bruce said with a fond smile.

"I got us reservations…" Tony started.

"Tony!.." Pepper started, but Tony held up his had.

"Before I left, I… I told you you would have to wait for me to come back to get your Birthday present. I had reservations a Nobu Malibu. It's one of your favorites. And then we'd take the yacht out for the night. Dance. It was all terribly romantic in my head… it doesn't seem like enough now." Tony looked at her. "I've never questioned our relationship as much as I do now. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you…"

Steve glance over toward Pepper having his own thoughts voiced.

"Jarvis… would you put on our slow song please?" Pepper requested, never breaking eye contact with Tony while opening the car door. Her hand still firmly clasped his, and when she moved he followed.

As Pepper wrapped her arms around her husband's shoulders, a gentle piano started playing. Tony wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, burying his nose in the crook of her neck as Richard Marx started to sing Right Here Waiting.

After a moment of just standing, Tony pulled away, eyes red and water. He sniffed before taking one of Pepper's hands and the two swayed with the music.

Bruce smiled sadly at the scene. He had seen Tony and Pepper dance before. After meetings or missions. Often times they would dance right where they greeted each other. Pepper would kick off her shoes and Tony always dropped whatever he was doing and they would greet each other with a kiss and then a hug which would turn into slow dancing. One particular time he'd walked into Tony's lab to get the man's input only to find them slow waltzing. It had been beautiful.

"Don't doubt my love for you Tony Stark."