Sorry for the late update…pneumonia kicked my butt to bed for two weeks. So this one is a little bit of a cliff-hanger…hope you enjoy it! Oh, and THANK YOU to everyone who has commented, favorited, or followed this story! Lots of Love! Oh, and usual disclaimer entered here!

There was a soft thud as Tony and Rhodey landed in the garage and the suits were quickly removed. Sasha stared in awe as the robotic arms removed the Iron Man and War Machine suits piece by piece; she knew Tony had caught her staring when she looked to his face and found his trademark smirk in place. She rolled her eyes and swiveled in the chair to face the computers again, seemingly unimpressed by the display. Tony stepped from the platform once he was free from the titanium alloy and sauntered over to Sasha. He leaned over with one hand on the back of the chair, and the other on the computer desk beside the keyboard.

"So," He whispered in a steamy voice. "What other surprises do you have up your sleeve? Or should I just take your shirt off now and find out?" Tony snorted when he noticed the red tint to Sasha's cheeks and ears as she flushed at the suggestive comment.

"Okay," Rhodey's loud voice broke the tension and Sasha sighed in relief. "Who exactly were those guys?"

"I'm not entirely sure, yet." Tony remarked, not moving more than to throw a quick glance over his shoulder at his old friend. "But they're Romanian…or is it Transylvanian? I'm not sure…I just know that I got the funniest image of Dracula trying to get into my suit when I heard their voices."

"Only you, Tony," Rhodey stated, "would find humor when in a situation that would likely end in your own demise."

It was Sasha's turn to snort at the banter, as she hit a few more keys on the holographic keyboard. "Let's see what facial recognition says when I run the images from the Mark V armor's cameras through the system."

"How do you have access to facial recognition software?" Rhodey asked, shocked.

"What camera?" Tony asked at the same moment, spinning Sasha's chair around so that she was facing him and his hands were on either arm of the chair.

"I had JARVIS rig a camera set to a five second timer set in the Mark V armor so that we could get an idea at who was holding you captive. I mean," Sasha looked away from Tony's eyes for only a moment before returning her gaze to his and continuing. "I figured that JARVIS was already compromised and they had a really good system that would shut him down, so I uninstalled him from the MARK V…so the camera was there to get the evidence needed that he would normally catalogue."

"Nicely done, Sash." Tony grinned a bit, enjoying how intelligent the young woman was turning out to be.

"Thanks." She blushed and tried to turn the chair away, but Tony held her still.

He spoke over his shoulder to Rhodey. "I uploaded the facial recognition software when I first became the Iron Man. It just seemed like something I would need access to one day." He turned his full attention back to the petite woman in front of him. "So how did you think all this up?"

"I…" Sasha blushed even more crimson and looked down to study her nails in her lap. "I just sat back and made myself look at the situation as if it were in a book I was writing. When you're living a situation, you tend to miss the most important small details because at the time they seem insignificant. So I just…stepped out of the situation and ran through a few plots in my head…" She shrugged, and finally had to look up when she felt that Tony had been too quiet for too long. She found him grinning at her, his brown eyes sparkling with delight.

Rhodey chuckled to himself as he went into the main house. He figured the other two would rather have a few moments, and he knew they had likely already forgotten his presence anyway.

"You really are one of a kind, you know that?" Tony breathed, leaning in the last scant inch to kiss Sasha full on the lips, happy to find her arms encircling his neck as she kissed him back. He lifted her from the chair and pulled her legs up so they wound around his waist. As he continued to kiss her, Tony walked them over to his row of cars, laying Sasha back over the hood of his silver Aston Martin. He figured it was time to live out one of his fantasies and found Sasha to be a more than willing partner as she yanked his shirt from his body.

Sasha had changed into one of Tony's more expensive silk button-downs and he felt little remorse as he ripped the shirt open and the buttons scattered across the floor. He opened the front clasp of her bra—silently thanking the man who had invented the front-closure—and began to massage Sasha's left breast, his mouth attacking the right. Sasha moaned as she fumbled with Tony's pant's button. She felt the button finally release and used her legs to remove the offending material. Tony paused his ministrations to quickly look up and stare at Sasha.

"Someone's in a hurry." He smirked and returned to her chest as she shoved her own jeans down her hips and off her legs. Tony rose up and took over, shoving his boxers and her panties to the floor before ruthlessly shoving into Sasha. She moaned and moved with Tony, their pace erratic in their need to be connected with one another. Finally they found a good rhythm and when Tony felt Sasha's inner walls clenching rhythmically, he pushed into her a few more times before coming with her, his grunt and her moans muted by their passionate kiss.

"Damn." Tony reached for his shirt that sat on the roof of the car and used it to wipe away the sweat from his brow. "You really know how to welcome a guy home."

"I do what I can." Sasha quipped with a shrug, causing them both to laugh quietly.

"You realize we nearly gave Rhodey the show of a lifetime here, right?"

Sasha's face flushed crimson as she scrunched her eyes closed. "God, tell me he left before we made it to the car!"

"He did." Tony smiled lovingly at Sasha, and when she opened her eyes, she found him simply staring at her.

"What?" She was becoming very self-conscious. She had body-issues, and often felt out of her depths with the genius billionaire, his staring caused butterflies to fill her stomach.

Tony shook his head slightly. "Nothing…it's nothing." He smirked and lifted the petite woman off of the hood of his sports car and grinned sheepishly at the tattered remains of his shirt she still wore. Sasha laughed, self-deprecatingly, and after fastening her bra, tied the shirt tail together, thankful for the shirt's larger size so that the unbuttoned top still folded together to cover her. She pulled her jeans and underwear on as she watched Tony slip back into his slacks, throwing his shirt over his shoulder. She nearly complained about the thoughts his state of undress would give to Rhodey, then remembered with a slight blush that he probably already knew what the pair had been up to.

Tony strutted across his living room and up the stairs while Sasha quickly trotted up to the bedroom with her eyes glued to the carpet. Rhodey laughed to himself, shaking his head at Tony. "You know she's not your usual type, Tony, you could try being nice."

"Oh, I'm more than just nice to her." Tony waggled his eyebrows suggestively and returned to ignoring his friend and following Sasha into his bedroom.

"So," Tony started as he waltzed into his room. "Are you going to tell me what other surprises you have concocted…or am I just going to stumble upon each one?"

"I don't…there's not really anything else I've done." Sasha had exchanged the ruined shirt for a new blue pull-over as she turned to face Tony. "The armor's tracking-capabilities is all I came up with over the past couple of days. I just didn't expect to need to use it."

"Well, I know my next suit design will be using that little bit of technology." Tony shrugged into a new shirt as well.

Suddenly JARVIS announced, "Sir, the facial recognition came back with several matches…and one is of definite interest…his name is Malik Stane…his father is listed as Obidiah Stane."

Tony cursed.