I Am Iron Woman

-Malibu 2013-

--pepper POV-

"Once you get all this together call me!" I screamed picking up the last box of my stuff.

Even after he had made a promise from getting rid of the ironman suit. I walk in on the testing of mark 43.

"Pepper please, it was just for extra protection."

"Extra protection would be a alarm system! Not a robot!!" I stomped outside into the cold dark rain.

I could tell he was still watching me, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I got a better job offer, that was welcoming me with welcome arms.

I guess this is it Tony you got what you wanted.

Have fun, I imagined saying to him.

I sped off into the distance.

-Tony POV-

"What am I going to do? The CEO of my company and my girlfriend just left me over a little protection.

I sat down on the couch. Who will I go to? Then it hit me.

Taylor.

She was my best friend in high school, and my high school sweet heart.

She graduated the same time I did at the age of 16.

We went our separate ways, and haven't talked since.

Maybe just maybe she will help.

She was always there for me then, why not now?

I picked up my phone googling her.

Results:

Taylor Allen: a successful engineer, retired model by the age of 16, graduated Harvard by the age 17 with a masters degree. Was sent out of the job after her work was exploded in a Mandarin Attack. Now lives in the slums part of town, looking for job, single.

Perfect I will call her in the morning.

-Taylor POV-

"Piece of junk car!" I screamed kicking the side of it.

Pain surged through my foot and I fell,over into a mud puddle.

I just didn't care anymore.

I sunk down into the puddle next to my teal AMC pacer.

After about 5minutes of sulking in the mud I laid down in the back seat.

My house was 10miles from here I wasn't going to walk in the rain.

I drifted off to sleep quickly tired of my rough day of job hunting.

So far the only reason anyone has wanted to hire me was because of my model back ground, and the things on my chest.

If I'm going to take a job I'm going to earn it.

If only they could see my IronWoman suit.

After seeing what my high school sweet heart Tony had came up with I myself was able to make one, but I never really used it so I wouldn't be considered a threat.

--The next day--

my 'proffesional' business woman out fit was crusted in dry mud, and my brown hair looked like a rats nest, and only 5"5 I was probably a hobbit to most.

I leaned up seeing the bright sun shinning down.

I was still in the abounded parking lot.

Then I heard a truck rumbling from the side of the car. Gangsters?

It stopped and footsteps sounded towards the vehicle.

I looked up.

It was a tow truck.

"Hello?" A mans voice sounded.

I stepped out.

"I'm sorry miss but this is a no parking zone." He said hitching a chain to the back.

"I know my car broke down, and my house isn't close so I spent the night in here hop into call for help in the morning." I explained.

He smiled at me. "Well ok I suppose I can take you home." I smiled and hopped into the passengers seat of his truck.

He drove me to my peace of crap trailer house.

I hoped out and thanked him for his generosity.

Then in perfect timing someone pulled into the drive way with a Audi r8 spyder.

They had sunglasses on, but I could tell it was a dude.

"Where did you sleep the gutter?" He laughed I knew exactly who that was.

Tony Stark.