AN: Hope this is satisfying. I don't wanna give too much of the story away at a time. Sorry!
Tony busted into the kitchen, where the rest of the Avengers had settled tried to ignore the stern look was giving him for getting out of bed. They all stared at the narcissist in surprise. Tony's expression faded as he slowly tried to leave the room.
"Tony, wait!" Natasha yelled, rushing over to him. She touched his forehead as if checking to see if he had a fever. She looked from his forehead... to his eyes...lips..., and back to his eyes again. She could feel Clint's jealous eyes burning holes in her back.
"Вы всегда влюбляюсь влюдей, когда они больно," Clint said sourly.
"Перестаньте быть такимревнивым.Если бы яхотел сделатьтебе больно, я бы сделал это, когдая был открытыйвыстрел," Natasha retorted, obviously annoyed by Clint's distrust.
Turning back to Tony, she asked, "What's wrong, Tony?"
Tony turned away from her gaze. "I...uh..., well...," he stammered.
"Come with me," Natasha said, pulling Tony out of the doorway to the elevator. The doors opened, and they stepped inside. As they moved upwards, Natasha continually stole glances at Tony. She tried reading his face, but all she saw were things she already knew.
The elevator doors opened, revealing Tony's bedroom. The air strongly smelled of hybiscus syrup and, oddly, blood. Natasha tried to ignore her conscience. The room look really spacious and cozy, and the bed seemed to be a X-tra Large King size.
"Wow," she exclaimed, flopping down on the bed.
"Like it?" Tony was laughing at the assassin from within.
"Love it..." Natasha whispered. She felt like she was stuck on cloud 9, but that didn't last long.
"Tony?"
"What now, Princess?"
"Why does it smell like syrup and blood in here?"
Tony, taken aback by her question, slipped into a daze.
"Tony! Answer my question!"
Tony came back to Earth. "Let's go out on the balcony," he said cautiously, holding the door open for her.
"Only if you tell me," Natasha said, seriously. But the balcony wiped away her thoughts. The romantically light room was clouded with a table and chair set for two. The view of the New York skyline was priceless, which explains why Tony had it.
"Tony, you didn't tell about this part of the tower. You said the tower was strictly for business, but this looks strictly beautiful and..."
"Pepper and Rhodey are on their way here right now," Tony interrupted. "They'll be here in like 15 minutes."
Natasha finally understood the reason why Tony was being so moody, lacking of humor and his overall character. "Come on," she said, pulling him back into the bedroom. She closed the door behind them.
"Now," Natasha said, "I can only give you advice if you tell what's going on. If you twisted your ankle, why are you on it. And why are being so sensitive. You shiver every time I touch you. And last, but not least, you and your bedroom smell like blood. According to past experiences with you, that's never a good thing."
Tony wasn't in the mood for a fight. His side was starting to feel sore from the bruise. (Maybe I should have told Banner about it), he thought regretfully.
"Okay fine. I'll tell what happened. But you have to promise you won't tell a soul especially Pepper, or else I will tear your boyfriend to shreds while you watch helplessly."
"I promise," Natasha said, afraid of what Tony's unstable mind might tell him to do.
AFN: I wonder what happened to Tony. Hmmmm. I guess we'll have to read on to find out, huh?
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Fanfiction(Post-Avngers) Tony is anxious to meet Pepper after New York. Rhodey takes her to see him. How will she react and what will she say. Tony's hidding secrets, and Pepper doesn't know how to keep them and still be a good girlfriend. Bad summary, Good s...
