Chapter 1

I slid into a seat at the bar and looked around. Phil still wasn't here and we had arranged to meet twenty minutes ago.

So, my name is Emily Hunt. I am 28 years old and today I got asked out on my third date in my entire life. I got asked out by a friend of a friend. His name- Phil Debow. We've known each other for about 3 months and I thought he really liked me. Evidently not seeing as he was now over half an hour late. I sighed and sat back in my seat and crossed my legs. A man came and sat in the seat next to me.

"Hi there." said the man.

I turned, "Are you talking to me?"

"Sure, I am," said the man smiling, "Nice to meet you, my name's Tony Stark." He held out his hand.

"Uh hi, Tony." I said, shaking his hand. Oh my god. The Tony Stark.

He winked, "So, is your name as pretty as your face?"

Another girl might have giggled and swooned but not me. I was annoyed with Phil for standing me up and I wasn't gonna take any crap from anybody. Even the amazing Tony Stark (sarcasm by the way).

"Emily." I said shortly.

"Nice," he leaned across the counter; "Hey can we get two Vodkas over here?"

"Um, I don't usually-" I started to say.

"Here ya go Emily." He passed me over the drink.

"Ok fine!" I took the drink.

"A toast," he grinned, "to good health!"

We clinked glasses.

We talked a good deal that night, Tony was very flirtatious but I knew his reputation with girls and I managed not to leave with him.

X

I walked up to the tall modern-looking building. I pressed the intercom button.

"Hi, um I'm here for the job application." I said into it.

"Ok, step inside."

The door slid open.

"Woah, this is weird." I said as a stepped inside and the door slid shut. I seemed to be in a lift because about a minute later, the door slid open again and I was on the top floor. I stepped out and looked around. It seemed to be empty. Then Tony walked in. Instead of a tux, this time he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that said, "Sorry if I blind you with my awesomeness!" on it.

I wasn't really surprised.

"Hey!" he said, "so you here for the job?"

"Uh yeah," I said, starting to open my bag to take out my CV and other stuff.

"Oh don't worry about that. As far as I'm concerned, the job's yours." He said.

"Ok…" I said, "When do I start?"

"Is now good?"

"I guess so."

"Great! Well um." There was an awkward silence.

"Well, I'll go organise… something." I said, looking around.

"Ok then, the office is over there."

"Thanks Mr. Stark." I smiled.

"Please," he grinned, "call me Tony."

"Ok… Tony."

He winked and then turned and walked quickly down a flight of steps.

I eventually found the office and settled down to some work. There was a picture of Tony beside the computer. It looked like the picture was a few years old, judging by the dust on it. I blew the dust away and looked at the picture. He looked so serious in the picture. Every time I had seen Tony, he'd been smiling and pulling jokes. It was strange to see him so serious in the picture.

Suddenly I heard a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. I got up quickly and ran downstairs. This room was amazing. The walls were lined with drawings of electronic parts and diagrams. There were tables around the room, filled with machines and half-finished projects. Tony was lying, looking as if he had been blown backwards by something, on the floor. He was partially covered in pieces of paper and metal parts.

"Little help?" he called over to me.

I walked over and held out a hand. He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up.

"Organised, are we?" I said, as Tony brushed burnt pieces of paper and bits of metal off of his shoulders. It took me about half a second to realise he was shirtless. I bit back a gasp. He looked up at me, and then grinned.

"Heh, sorry." He walked over to a table and picked up a shirt that was lying on it.

"W-what is that?" I stammered, pointing to the strange glowing metal thing in his chest.

"Oh yeah," he scratched his head, "that. It's um a little thing that uh, it's a miniaturized arc reactor. It keeps me alive basically"

"Ok." I guessed it wouldn't be wise ask why or how he had got it but he seemed to tell I was curious.

"A while back I was kidnapped by terrorists; I built a weapon and escaped."

"Oh right." I muttered, looking at the floor.

"So," he smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, "Dinner, seven, my place?"

"Sure, Mr Stark." I smiled back.

"Tony!"

"Ok, Mr Stark. Ok." I laughed.

Ok so this is the end of chapter 1. It might not be the best; it was just an idea that came to me today. Let me know what you think; any improvements, changes, future chapters, whatever.

J :) xx