Epilogue

So its been almost a month since I stole my girl away from her own wedding, the press backlash has been amazing, I think we've been headline new for almost a month, I had to pay off a cab driver more than he earns in a year to keep his mouth shut about rescuing us both from 44th street and I think I've made a lifelong enemy out of Hammer, but it doesn't really matter. Nothing really matter except the fact I've got my Pepper back.

I mean that by the way, she's nearly completely back to normal, bad-tempered, ginger, ponytailed and dragging me out of bed at 8:05am every single morning and trying to teach me to drink decaff (not working) and eat breakfast (partly working, mainly cold pizza). She's almost exactly the same as she was before he happened, but she's started smiling at me slightly more often, and almost stood up for me when Obie decided to tell me off for turning her wedding day into a disaster (mainly by blaming it on herself and looking like she was going to cry again when he tried to yell at her).

I suppose you could say that life is almost back to normal at Stark, I've got my 28th birthday to plan next month, some really pretty bunny from the playboy magazine visiting next Tuesday and Peppers marching around my lab trying to work out what I did with the paperwork that she gave me three hours ago.

I'm helping, by sitting her and watching her ass and occasionally suggesting places I didn't put it.

I still wish I'd been able to say it, maybe one day I'll actually manage to tell her that I love her, and maybe then it'll be me waiting at the other end of the aisle for my vision in white to let me take her hand.

Or I'll just steal her away to Vegas when we've both had too much away from everyone else.

So, I'm Tony Stark, and not so long ago, my life had better things to contain than worrying about my PA, like experiments and race-cars, science and playboy bunnies and my latest investment in a vineyard just outside of Spain. But in the past year, I learnt something crazy, there's nothing better in my life than a particularly hot-headed, Prada-heeled, crazily beautiful woman called Pepper Potts.

And I love her.

And, maybe, just maybe, she loves me too.

A/N: I hope you've enjoyed this crazy journey that started out as a whim two years ago! Tony will be back soon in another story of his own design!

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Thanks again, and see you all again in the future for more from the mind of Tony Stark,

Gingerfloss xx