Well here is one that I was requested to write, so I hope I've done well, and you're happy with what this piece turned out to be, Stark'sGirl! (I know you wanted POST avengers, I thought this may be more feely, hope that's ok)

SO….Iron Man 3 was NOTHING like what I expected. I must admit, at first I was quite disappointed. Then I watched it again with a fresh perspective, and now I LOVE it, it was amazingly Pepperony! And RDJ is so awesome!

The events of New York were broadcast live, all over the globe.

Rhodey's eyes darted from screen to screen, watching on in horror as the live footage of the battle was broadcast from all angles.

On one screen he watched as a giant green man fought with a dozen or more aliens and on another he watched Tony flying across the screen getting fired upon by aliens hot on his tail, he watched on as the team Tony referred to as The Avengers, fought hard to contain the sheer panic which spilled over onto the streets below.

Amongst all the chaos happening on the ground, the sky above New York was ripped open by an intergalactic tear, dozens if not thousands more aliens poured through the hole.

He gripped his phone tightly in his hand as his mind flashed to Pepper. What was she going through? Where was she? Where was Happy? He couldn't stop himself from dropping into the chair behind him as the bile in the back of his throat rose and threatened to erupt. He swallowed hard and watched the scenes unfold before him.

The images of The Avengers fighting were hard to watch, they were hopelessly outnumbered and outmatched. The aliens had sophisticated, high-tech weapons and the only Avenger which even came close to scratching the technological surface was Tony, and he was getting absolutely overwhelmed by their attacks.

Rhodey gripped the edge of the chair ignoring the many fellow soldiers who had joined him; they all stood around watching the reports. Hushed whispers behind him were a reminder of the true nature of what was happening on the other side of the world where they couldn't do anything but watch.

The air force had called back their strike teams, Rhodey and the others had argued, but ultimately it was not a decision which was theirs to make. He knew who's it was and that's what made him worry even more. He knew which higher division was responsible for this, S.H.I.E.L.D, and he knew what it meant; they weren't risking any more casualties. Rhodey swallowed hard.

'We should be there helping them.' One of the men behind Rhodey muttered.

Another sat beside him, 'of course we should, this is completely ridiculous.'

Rhodey didn't take his eyes of the screens.

The men sat in silence and no further words were exchanged. The safety of their make shift office was silent save for the news reports.

'What are the official stories?' One of the men to Rhodey's right spoke up.

'Check the secure channel.' Another turned to the man and gestured for him to switch on a live feed from the United States Military Base.

Chatter of insignificance infected the radio waves and Rhodey grew increasingly agitated. He tapped his foot nervously and only stopped when the chatter became substantially more relevant.

Word of a planned nuclear attack became the topic. He instantly perked up and listened intently; not a word was said as the men shared looks of shock and terror.

'They can't be serious?' One finally spoke up.

Rhodey shook his head, 'of course they're serious, why do you think they didn't send us in?' He squeezed his hands into fists and stood up, 'the Avengers are expendable to the United States Government, they don't belong to any division and that's why they sent them in,' he paced back and forth, 'so they can keep their hands clean.'

Looks of bewilderment crossed the faces of the men before him. He shook his head and sighed deeply.

'What do we do Colonel?' One man spoke directly to him, a young man whom Rhodey was quite fond of, he recognised a lot of himself in this man.

Rhodey pinched the bridge of his nose, 'let me make a phone call.'

Rhodey stepped out of the office and dialled Tony's number with trembling hands, 'pick up Tony,' he leaned heavily against the door.

His heart raced as the phone rang and rang, 'come on,' he whispered.

Agonising silence was all he received, he slammed his hand against the wall in frustration and dialled again, this time he rang Pepper.

Her panicked voice greeted him sending chills down his spine, he leaned his forehead against the closed door.

'What's happening Rhodey, I heard what they're planning on doing, they can't do that, they'll kill everyone.' She barely managed the words, 'they can't.'

Rhodey closed his eyes, 'they are, they're going to blow the island, they think it's the only way to neutralise the threat.'

'Tony's there, Rhodey.' She whimpered.

Rhodey sighed, he knew what Tony was like and he knew what his best friend would do and he feared this wouldn't end well, 'he'll be ok, you'll see.' He lied.

Pepper's voice broke on the other end and her shaky sigh was enough to tell Rhodey she knew he was lying, 'keep me posted.'

'I will.' Rhodey nodded.

He disconnected the call and tried Tony again, a few rings went unanswered and then finally a breathless 'hello' answered him.

'Tony, what's the situation there?' Rhodey asked as firmly as he could.

'Oh, you know, much of the same, aliens and nukes, what's new with you?' He asked breathlessly.

'They're talking about releasing a nuke, Tony.' Rhodey said firmly.

'Do you think they will?' Tony asked taking out another Chitauri as it flew past him.

'Yes, Tony I do, you need to stop this before they find a reason to fire it.' Rhodey pleaded.

Tony flew past a swarm of Chitauri as they threatened to take out a bus of trapped passengers; he blasted them as efficiently as he could so that Black Widow and Captain America could help the passenger's to safety.

He shot up into the sky and returned his attention to Rhodey, 'I'm trying buddy, I really am,' he managed breathlessly.

'If they feel this isn't contained, the will fire.' Rhodey explained.

'How much time do I have?' Tony flew through the city, weaving around the Chitauri as best as he could.

Rhodey cleared his throat, 'five minutes at the most.'

'Five minutes?' Tony spat back, 'ok, well, I'll see what I can do.' He grunted as a blast from the Chitauri on his tail clipped his leg.

'What happened?' Rhodey asked quickly.

'It's a getting a bit hairy out here buddy,' Tony managed through ragged breaths, 'make sure Pepper's safe alright.'

'You're going to make sure she's safe, we'll see you soon.' Rhodey retorted with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. How dare he insinuate this was the end.

'I hope so buddy.' Tony muttered in reply.

Rhodey clenched his fist as a knock on the door caught his attention.

'Look, Tony I have to go, something's coming in, just be careful alright?' Rhodey pleaded.

'You know me.' He replied with a hint of a grin.

Rhodey hung up hesitantly, he did know him, and that's what worried him.

He finally turned his attention to the young soldier who had come to bring him back to the office, 'what have we got?'

'Sir, word is that they are planning on firing the missile any minute.' He spoke quickly as they walked back to the other room.

The other men got to their feet, 'sir, this is bad.'

One of the men handed Rhodey a tablet with live feeds from the Military base.

'Missile fired, missile fired!' Another yelled as they caught sight of it on the news reports.

Rhodey's heart sunk, 'damn it, what the hell are they doing, this sis too soon!'

He hastily sat down and pulled open his laptop, he keyed in the coordinates for New York and the interface Tony installed came to life, 'they don't stand a chance, three minutes to impact.'

His eyes darted around the room at the shocked faces around him, all eyes glued on the TV screens.

'What is he doing?' One of the men asked looking to Rhodey.

He looked over at the TV and panic gripped him, Iron Man was chasing the incoming missile, he was closing in on it, closer and closer until he finally locked on to it, the aliens still on his tail, still firing at full force.

He sat frozen with the laptop gripped tightly, he watched his best friend soar higher and higher into the sky. Tendrils of pure fear wrapped themselves tightly around his heart as he noticed the portal in the sky growing larger by the minute and Iron Man was flying straight toward it.

Hushed whispers behind him seemed miles away, all he could focus on was the pounding of his heart echoing through his head, and the panicked voice of the news reporter, "Tony Stark's Iron Man…."

He watched on in silent horror as her reached the gaping hole in the sky and disappeared into it.

Darkness…silence…terror.

'Tony.' He let out quietly.

No one spoke, not a single word was said and Rhodey felt the cold gripping his heart tighter.

'Come on Tony, get out of there.' He whispered to the TV.

A bright flash escaped from the tear and the portal began to close as the remaining aliens fell from the sky.

'Come on, come on.' He breathed.

Moments which seemed an eternity finally passed and a glimmer of red and gold caught his eye.

The men behind him erupted in a unified cheer but Rhodey's face remained frozen. He had flown in the War Machine enough times to know what 'flight' looked like, Tony was not flying, he was falling.

He gripped the chair and watched in horror as his best friend fell like a stone, the cheers behind him had ceased and the worried tension grew once more.

The news camera panned down and followed Tony falling from the sky, he was only yards away from crashing into the ground below, but a loud roar and blur of green came out from the streets below and caught him.

Rhodey exhaled a breath of relief along with everyone else in the room.

He edged closer to the TV, as close as the camera could pan, he still couldn't make out the movement below and he couldn't make out whether Tony was moving, he swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his phone to his ear and cautiously dialled Tony's number.

All that answered him was a simple, but terrifying phrase, 'this call could not be connected, the connection has been lost…'

He bowed his head in defeat, 'no,' a barely audible whisper escaped his lips as a comforting squeeze of his shoulder only expressed further what he already knew.

His best friend was gone, he was gone.

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