WARNING: This is a slash story! Please don't read if you like guy/ guy stuff.

Avengers, Iron Man and Thor are all owned by Marvel. I own nothing!

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A stable relationship? Yeah sure. That wasn't a lie at all. To be fair Tony had always wanted to get into the Avengers 'club'. As soon as Fury said that he couldn't have it, he wanted it. If that meant a little white lie about being in a 'stable' relationship, then yes, he would do that.

But to be truthfully honest, stable was not the word that Tony Stark or Pepper Pots would have described their relationship. Things that Pepper would have accepted before because Tony was her boss, were now completely improper.

"I am not your slave!" She would scream at him.

"You never had an issue with it before." Tony stated in his calm melodic voice.

"That was before!"

"That was before. Really. Before what?"

"Before...We started...all of this!"

"Oh wait, you mean before I became Iron Man?"

"No. I do not mean before you became Iron Man." Pepper was shaking with anger. Her speech was staccato as she spat out the syllables.

"I meant before WE happened. Before we were together."

In a way Tony knew what she was getting at. He was never one for romance. Things like that didn't come naturally to him. Pepper would ask sometimes "please kiss me" He would always say "You don't have to ask" but the truth is she did. He was always concentrating on something, a project, a machine, the suit. He just forgot. He had never been in a 'relationship' before. The only romance he ever tried was when he was on the pull and Tony never had to make any effort to tempt the scantily clad club goers into his bedroom.

Besides, Pepper had always been around for as long as he willed to remember. Nothing had changed for him, they had sex now but that was it. He tried to pretend that it wasn't but really the whole 'touchy feely' thing wasn't working for him. Pepper never used to be so clingy. Also she never used to get angry with him or turn the cold shoulder when he had done nothing wrong. He must have done something wrong though because Pepper wouldn't act like that normally but she would just say "everything is fine!". Most times he gave up trying to figure out what he had done to upset her and just apologised.

It angered Tony that her behaviour had changed, but he needed her. She was his only friend. Not just a friend but a best friend.

"I'm sleeping with Happy."

His thoughts shattered.

It was a difficult feeling. Tony had never really got the hang of feelings and right now he really didn't know what to feel. All he could do was stare and gape at her cold gaze. It wasn't like him to make incomprehensible noises so instead he closed his mouth and went about thinking up the most deadpan comeback he could muster.

"Well that explains a lot." But Pepper was already half way across the penthouse grabbing her things. Tony got up from the couch speeding after her. He had to save this. She had done wrong, but that's fine he could forgive this and they could work past it. He could save this relationship. He could save this friendship.

"Pepper! It's fine! It's ok. We all do stupid things from time to time. I'm not mad with you." He went to touch her arm but she threw it away.

"Tony you just don't get it" She said between sobs. Her makeup had smudged and her face was blotchy underneath her angry tears.

"It wasn't a mistake. It wasn't to hurt you or to humiliate you. I did this for me!"

"So I'm not enough?" Tony said, his own anger brewing.

She simply smiled and shook her head as she looked down and wiped her eyes again.

And that's when Tony realised that this just wasn't a mistake. This was Pepper's reason to leave him.

"How long?"

Pepper said nothing and turned around the collect her bag.

"HOW LONG?!" Tony shouted. His voice echoed around the room. There was a long silence. Pepper sniffed and strode to the door. She turned back.

"Does it matter?"

And then she left.

Tony, in the middle of the room, was left staring at the door. He somehow knew that was final. There was nothing he could do to make this right. He wasn't even sure what it was that he had done wrong. The rage that had filled him just minutes ago had subdued leaving an emptiness in his chest. He didn't know what to feel. He probably should feel something; remorse, resentment, anger, sadness but...nothing. Nothing was worse than any feeling.

He made his way to the bed and fell onto the soft surface. Sleep would not bring him what he wanted. To think that he could have saved it all and he let it slip through his fingers. Now he had lost a friend and a driver. To be fair Happy would probably give Pepper what she needed. She needed somebody stable and somebody who wasn't saving the world whenever he could. Happy probably understood this romance thing and knew how to make her content. He probably bought her flowers just to surprise her. The bastard.

All this pondering didn't solve anything. He lay face down on the bed his face in the pillows feeling sorry for himself. The silence pressed on his ears and the emptiness grew in his heart. His heart. Tony snorted. A heart made of steel.

He lay there for a good while before he decided that he wasn't going to sleep. This horrible feeling congealed inside of him and for the first time in a good while, Tony felt lonely.

Lonely.

People. He needed people! People were great! People loved him! People wanted him to sign stuff all the time. Time for a party and maybe a rebound.

He got up and muttered to JARVIS to turn on some music. Striding to the bar he took out a bottle of whisky and poured himself a large one. Adding ice he sipped it as he pulled open the door to his walk-in wardrobe.

Three piece suit -Tailor made.

Cologne - Clive Christian.

Shades -Difficult to see, but needed.

Showered and ready he knocked back his remaining drink while realised that he didn't have a driver. The second time that Happy had fraught him tonight.

"JARVIS ready the suit"

"Sir, with the amount of alcohol in your system, I would not recco-"

"I'm feeling fine! You worry too much!"

"Sir, I-"

"Just do it."

Five minutes later he was flying across the skies of Manhattan as Iron Man. He did think the alcohol had dulled his senses a tad but nothing he couldn't handle.

He saw the bar illuminated with neon blue lights as he approached. People outside looked up and pointed. Maybe using the suit was not a good plan. He was assured a night of constant sycophants and admiration when really all he wanted was to blend into a crowd. He weighed up the options of packing down the suit and carrying it with him all night or maybe hiding it somewhere. And then the thought occurred that if he drank anymore he wouldn't be able to fly home again. Oh effort. Maybe just a flight across the city would help.

With that he was already speeding away. He had only been flying for 5 minutes when JARVIS alerted him to a presence somewhere on Gardiners Island.

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Thor sat alone on a small incline hugging his knees and resting his forehead against them. He had come back to the only other place he knew in Midgard but the place brought him no joy. He looked up at the sound of the thruster rockets and sighed at the sight of the iron suit floating towards him.

"Ah! The man of metal comes down from the heavens to give his almighty gift of wit"

"If I didn't know any better I think that was a quip." Tony settled on the rocky surface taking in Thor's tousled appearance "What's got you so down in the dumps today, big guy?"

"Do not play your word games with me, mortal." Thor sighed the demigod.

"Oh? We're bringing my mortality into this? I see how it is." Tony strode forward and sat next to the thunder god. "I'll have you know that I plan on living forever, or die trying."

The demigod did admit to a smile before shaking his head wearily.

"You are a strange man, Stark. I shall give you that. But leave me to my grief you know nothing of these matters."

"Oh no I guess I wouldn't know anything about such godly matters." His voice dripping in sarcasm "It's not like we just saved the world a few weeks ago or anything! So don't feel the need to include me." He got up and took a few steps away from the man. That's the last time I try to lift anybody's spirits Tony thought.

"I didn't mean matters of war or even Asgard, fool. I meant matters for my own privacy. Matters of love."

"Aw yes! And what would I know about love? Tell me Thor, when was the last time you got laid?"

The thunderer stood up taking a step towards Tony.

"Yes yes! All this talk! All this image!" He gestured to Tony's shinning suit using his own generous amount of sarcastic seasoning to his words.

"I expect you lay with any bedraggled whore and call it love"

Tony smiled. He wanted this. Something to feel. Anger. It filled the void where Pepper had been and even now he could feel his emotional prison fracturing.

Tony looked up and smiled at the god with Mjolnir hanging by his side.

"We never did finish that match did we?"

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Scones here :P Reasons for this fic? There really isn't enough Tony/Thor! I have been shipping these two since I watched Iron Man shortly followed by Thor.

Ever since I saw The Avengers (words cannot describe) and coming home doing my generic yaoi search (Character A- Thor. Character B- Tony. Rated- M. Genre- Romance) and finding NOTHING o_o I have been wanting to write at least something to get the ball rolling lol :P

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