His Armored Heart

Chapter One

AN: I know, I know... another story? Especially when I haven't updated the others in a little while. But, I promise I'm working on the others a bit at a time. Tony just would not leave my brain, so I decided to work on this one with a friend of mine. This story is also cowritten, so chapters are ahead of what's posted, like the Loki fics. I hope you guys enjoy this one! There aren't many Tony Stark fics out there.

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"Good morning, today is Saturday the twenty third, it is eleven am, and it is seventy eight degrees outside," Jarvis spoke, waking Bree from her slumber. She sat up in the overly large bed she remembered sleeping in, to realize she was very much alone. Figures. Bree pulled the sheet around her naked body and stood to look out of the floor to ceiling windows at the ocean. So much for him being intrigued by me.

After Bree found a random shirt on the floor of the bedroom to wear, along with her discarded underwear, she began to walk around the overly large home. She walked downstairs and smiled at the grand living room, when she turned at the sound of a woman's voice.

"I have had your clothes dry cleaned, so you may change back into them," Pepper said stiffly as she held out Bree's clothes, on a hanger.

"Thank you," Bree replied as she took the clothes from the red headed woman. "I assume you are Pepper?" she asked.

Pepper narrowed her eyes. "Tony has requested for you to have his cell number, but has said to only await his call and not to bother him," Pepper said, ignoring Bree's question, as she held out a piece of paper, which Bree took. "Please proceed to get dressed, there's a taxi waiting outside to take you wherever you wish to go."

Snobby much? Bree smiled and nodded. "Thank you." She turned away from Pepper, quickly found the bathroom that was just off the kitchen and got dressed.

Before she left the large Miami home, Bree found a notepad and pen and left a note she hoped Tony would find and read before Pepper would toss it.

Tony,

I had a wonderful time last night and I hope we can see each other again. I will be seeing you at the next banquet for Stark Enterprise on the fifteenth of next month. I hope to see you then.

-Briana Woodrough (Bree)

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The following month, Bree stood at the bar, wearing a floor length purple gown, during the Floyd Gala. She looked down at her phone, hoping that she would get the email she needed to make her next PR interview, when she noticed the bartender placed a cosmopolitan in front of her. "I didn't order anything," Bree told him.

The bartender shook his head. "It's from the gentleman at the end of the bar," he replied, then pointed, causing Bree to look down to the end of the bar and smile.

"Tony Stark."

"Briana Woodrough." Tony said, walking closer to join her. "I saw the work you did on my European energy campaign. It was impressive."

"Did you?" Bree asked happily. "What do you think about it?"

Tony took a sip of his drink before answering. "I like your way with words. How you can tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip." He chuckled. "There's only one point I disagreed with."

"What did you disagree with? Did I do something wrong?" Bree asked, then took a sip of her drink.

"You mentioned me exactly three times. You aren't selling my weapons, you're selling me. How does that work when you hardly mention me?" Tony asked, then sipped his drink again.