Tony Stark paced the garage floor, a glass of iced down scotch in his hand. He groaned in frustration and chucked the glass across the spance of the room. It shattered, glass and ice scattered over the floor like a thousand razor sharp daggers glinting violently in the harsh light.

"Sir?" The automated voice of Jarvis pried.

"I'm dying Jarvis." Tony answered as he hunched over the hood of his most beloved hotrod.

"But all of your vitals say-"

"Dammit not that way!" Tony shouted in an exasperated manner.

"Then you must elaborate Mr. Stark, I may be intelligence manufactured, but I am not a mind reader." Jarvis replied in his usual snarky way.

"It's Pepper...she is killing me."

"Do you mean to say she is making an attempt on your life? An assassination-"

"NO!" Tony barked. He ran a rough and calloused hand through his messy hair that was as brown as the deepest shade of the mahogany tree. "She perforates my every waking thought, even consumes my dreams. Now she is all I can think of...what the hell is wrong with me...AH! Don't answer that it was rhetorical." He said abruptly cutting off anything Jarvis might have been pining to say. "It's like she is the air I need to breathe...what keeps my heart beating..."

"Technically it would be more appropriate to say she's the Arc reactor to your heart as that's what truely-"

"Mute." Tony voiced, silencing Jarvis. He rubbed the scratchy five o' clock shadow that had grown over the course of the day. He had to go see her. What is it about her brown eyes? So dark, so mysterious, so deep. Like a cave that reaches into the depth of the earth. That begged to be explored. Or her platinum waves, Pepper's hair was like the threads of gold, brighter than any halo, as luminous as the sun's intensest beam. Her pale face was as smooth and inexpressive as a china doll's, but every once in a while she would smile, smile for Tony...It warmed his very soul. Set his spirit glowing like molten iron; and how appropriate seeing as he was in fact Iron Man.