Passive Me, Aggressive You (Robert Downey Jr.)

Karma, says Tony Stark

I was scared of Robert. I paced around in my trailer, almost refusing to go and do his make-up. 

"Seriously? Again? How many times are we going to do this?" I hear im say from outside of my trailer. I chuckled. 

"About 13 more times.." I say as I twiddle my fingers. 

"I got you coffee though." He says faintly. My ears perk up and I open the door slightly, like an animal waiting for their owner to give them their treat. I grab it from him and slam the door back shut. 

"Ask Natalie to do your make-up!" I scream at him. 

"One, I can't, that's not her job, she can't do the make-up YOU do. Second, why are you not coming out exactly? You've been avoiding me for 3 days. Since the night we got a little....heated." I bit my lip. A little heated? So heated that it burned me, and made me overly nervous. I didn't want him to hurt me, but with his past, with all of the women he's been with, I knew he would. I wasn't mentall prepared yet. Sorry for the games, Rob, I can't help it.. 

"One, she can learn sometime. Second, you make me nervous and I don't know if I'm ready to pursue this. Lastly," I say, coming out of my trailer, "That night was one of the best nights of my life. Most pleasure I've ever gotten." I say in a whisper, in case someone were to hear. 

"There she is!" He shouts, pulling me into a hug. I wiggle out of his arms and his eyes light up. 

"I just wanted to see you." He said, his smile still larger than life. What? 

"Why?" He pulls me away.

"No time to talk, make-up first. We've been holding this shit behind with all of the games we've been playing." I agreed with him on that. He and I were chasing each other like cat and mouse. But one week he's he cat and the other he's the mouse. It was such a fickle thing. He pulled me into the make-up station and sat down in his chair, smiling pretty with his chin lifted in the air. 

"Go on, do your thing." He said, circling his face with his fingers. I smile and begin working on him. Throughout the entirity of my procedure he would pet my arm, play with my hair when it fell in his face and finally when I told him he was finished he kissed me on the nose and left to get onto set. Suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist, picking me up into the air. I recognized those arms. Chris..

ROBERTS POV:

"Honey, you look like shit." Gwyneth mentioned with a smile. Truthfully, Andie was a great make-up artist. 

"I've got a fight today, babe, don't wait up." I say to her, winking, and she fake swoons. 

"So, Andie?" I didn't like to talk about Andie, at least with other people. It was our little secret. Or at least I really thought it was. 

"What about her?" I ask, playing stupid. 

"Her and Chris seem to be getting very close." She says quietly, looking over my shoulder. 

"Well, they went clubbing the other night, but I don't thi-" She cut me off, pointing where she had been looking. Chris and Andie were holding each other in their arms. He was towering over her in his god like appearance and she was cowering underneath him, with a flirtatious smile. I take in a deep breath and shrug, smacking my palms back down onto my thighs and turn back to Gwyneth. 

"So?" I ask her. My eyes must've been more transparent then usual. 

"Whatever you saty, Rob. Just remember, karma could come back and bite you in the ass for not taking care of that." What the fuck did she mean? 

"What?" I ask, charging up to her.

"Rob, I've known you longer than a LOT of these people. Longer than Tommy. Your stomachs flipping. I can tell. You look sick." I hated it when she was right. 

"I'm fine, Gwen." 

"No, you're not." 

"Gwen."

"Rob."

"Gwen!"

"Rob!"

"GWEN!"

"TONY!" This shocked me.

"What?"

"You're acting like TONY STARK! Quit being a pussy, acting like you want to be a bachelor." She turned and walked away from me. She just called me Tony... 

"Pepper.." I say under my breath. This tension should work pretty well for a couple of scenes. 

I turn back to walk onto the green screen. Chris is whispering in her ear. She's giggling. What the fuck is she giggling about? That's when I saw it. I can't be mad. She said she didn't want to pursue anything. And we weren't together. It was an open little fling. But when he was kissing her, my body clenched and I leterally threw up in my mouth. Thats gross, and weird. 

"Chris!" I shout over to him. "Why're you on set, buddy?" I ask, totally hiding my anger. 

"I uh, have a date tonight. With, Andie." His pearly white teeth in a big smile. 

"Remember how I told you that asking her out seemed like a bad idea two years ago?" He nodded, questioning where I was going with this. 

"What makes you think it would be a good idea now?" That came out a little more threatening than I wanted it to.

"She's into me?" He asks, still confused.

I facepalmed, running my hand down my face, smiling.

"Right! Go for it then!" I say, pretending to be happy. It's on. Chris. It is so on. God, I'm turning myself into a chick flick.