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A/N: So I've seen a lot of these things floating around, and couldn't resist making my own. Since I actually prewrote all of them out before posting, I will put one up every other day

"You know, as popular as we are, I'm surprised that we don't get more of these," Tony said, waving around a pink glazed doughnut.

"Tony, you think people should donate themselves to you, if you wanted these more often you could go buy them yourself." Bruce told him as he licked the sprinkles from the paper wrap.

"Why waste the time? People are already giving them to me," He told them waving his breakfast around and sending pink filling in all directions. He shoved another huge bite into his mouth as Pepper walked in, and Tony's smile merely got wider. "Pepper! You'll never believe what Steve found in the mail today! Remember that bakery we saved last week? They sent us this huge selection of doughnuts! They brought us every kind, chocolate, glazed, st-"

"That's great Tony, but I've really got to get going. I've got a meeting at nine to discuss the board proposal and-"

"Ah, work shmurk. Come on, at least take one," Tony stepped into her direct path and bent down so that his face was more level with hers, but before she could answer he instead kissed her firmly on the mouth. Only when he leaned back to say something else did he see Pepper blushing at being kissed so enthusiastically in front of the rest of the Avengers. Quickly licking her lips and taking a step back from him, she grabbed what was in his hand and popped the rest of the pastry in her mouth, swallowing much to quickly.

Tony frowned at her and accused, "You couldn't have even tasted that, you just swallowed it. You need another."

He grabbed her wrist and turned back to the box before Pepper easily slipped from his grasp and declared, "Sorry guys, but I really do have to go. I'll see you all later!" and continued her fast pace out the door. Tony frowned after her retreating form and mutters, "She needs a vacation."

It was almost three hours later, and it takes Tasha a good ten minute of searching the place before she discovered Tony in one of the many rooms on the Tower with a sever look on her face. Natasha with any kind of expression on her face always equaled something bad, and this one screamed death alert. Tony jumped and tried to scramble behind the nearest person, luckily Clint, in hopes she would change targets, all the while wondering what he could have done this time to warrant her wrath.

So he was pleasantly surprised when she instead held out a phone for him, and he wordlessly took it. He put the receiver to his ear without taking his eyes off the assassin before stating, "This is Stark speaking, who is this?"

He half expected it to be Fury for some reason, or any number of people calling to ask for interviews or loans. Even if he wasn't the sole owner of his multinational company, he got pestered a lot more then he would like to acknowledge. So he received another shock when a crisp female voice spoke threw the receiver, "Mr. Stark, this is Tiffany Loans from the New York Regional Medical Center in the ER. A Virginia Potts was submitted here two ours ago having had a sever allergic reaction to an as yet unknown substance. Her condition has stabilized, but as you were listed next to kin once we received her name, I'm obliged to inform you that we need you to come down here so we can have a few things straitened out."

Tony couldn't remember ever getting tunnel vision before. In fact, in most cases of sever stress, his eyes would widen out and he could see ever detail of the room he was in with far to much clarity then was natural. So he saw quite plainly when the phone slipped from his grasp and collapsed onto the floor with the woman still speaking into it. He quickly took note of the way Barton was at his side in a flash, grabbing his arm before he could sag any lower to the ground. He registered at once how Natasha took up the phone and began speaking into it, and even the back ground roaring that was his mind trying to close in from all sides.

He would not allow it to however, because his mind had registered one thing, and one thing alone. This was all his fault. His mind had managed to stay trapped on that one thought for so long, that the next time he was aware of his surroundings, there was a doctor leaning over him, speaking to him very slowly as if he were coming from a deep sleep.

"-has received her epinephrine shot, and is recovering just fine. She should be waking up here momentarily, and you can go back and see her now."

He momentarily pondered over how this doctor had managed to part his hair in such an odd fashion before his mind snapped back to reality with a harsh slap. He did not wait for a response, but instead mechanically asked which room she was in, and managed to get there without the daze this time. It was only when he reached the correct hall way was he aware that Natasha and Clint where still with him, when had he stopped keeping track of them? It didn't matter, he instead pushed open Peppers door and almost collapsed once again at the sight of her.

Her satin skin was much to pail, the tight bun she'd kept her redish locks in this morning had fallen to splay around her face giving her a ghost like appearance. He was at her side in a flash however, scooping her hand into his own and murmuring quietly in her ear. How ever, despite what the doctor had said, Pepper's eyes did not open right away, and it must have been several hours later before his body made itself known again. He realized that he had to go to the bathroom, and felt physically torn inside that he would have to leave her side for something so trivial.

Yet despite the mind protests, it didn't take much longer to acknowledge that he couldn't sit in this chair forever, and managed to get slowly to his feet and ignore the crackling of his back as he straitened from that position. Some how, Pepper had not managed to snag one of the rooms with a bathroom in it, so he had to actually leave the room making yet another bit of himself chip away. Thankfully the closest one was just down the hall, and he think hie might have broken a record on being able to get in and back out to go back to her room.

He was not expecting, however, to almost run flat into Tasha right outside the bathroom door. Tony hadn't spoken to her this whole time, and wouldn't doubt it if her and Clint were pulling bets on how long he could go without actually talking period by this point. He attempted to side step her, when she again blocked the path with ease. Eyeing her for a moment, trying to prethink of what this could be about, but thankfully she decided not to beat around the bush. "I want to know what's been going thew that mind of your's Stark."

He flinched as if she had just struck out, but knew that she was correct. This had been what was going threw his mind since that horrible phone call, and was pretty much frozen on that. Not much else had managed to get threw, but he wasn't going to admit that to her! "I have no idea what your talking about," he snapped, perhaps not the best retort, but perhaps would get him back to the room faster.

Tasha crossed her arms and eyed him reproachfully and stated coldly, "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. You kissed her directly on the lips this morning and made no attempt to stop her as she swallowed that strawberry filled doughnut! You've known her for how long and that just, slipped your mind?"

Tony couldn't help but automatically go on the defense, despite the truth in her words. "Well, you knew as well as I did, and you didn't say anything either!"

"I didn't know there was actual strawberries in the filling! I wasn't the one eating it Tony, you were. Don't pin this on the rest of us for not catching your mistake. How on Earth could you have missed the fact that you fed your girlfriend the one food she was allergic to!"

His shoulders slumped, and Tasha realized she might have gone a bit to far when no reply of any kind came back. Tony Stark looked more defeated then she had ever seen him as he slipped past her and back to the room, but she managed to catch his voice mutter very lowly to himself, "I'm trying to figure that one myself."

Tension was high as the two walked back side by side, but seemed to be sucked from existence as they came to the room and heard voices floating out of it. Faster then even she might have been able to move, Tony was again at Peppers side, though this time she was awake and sitting up talking to Clint. Natasha stood in the door way and looked on as Tony's flamboyant personality came back in folds as he alternately apologized profusely to Pepper, and accused Clint of trying to steal his girl while she was vulnerable.

Guilt was still the dominant emotion hovering around him, but she could also see those signs of regret forming into something else, something she was sure would only lead to better things for those two future.

And, that's the first one! Like I said, I'll post the next one Tuesday so review and let me know if you loved it hated it, or just to say that you like strawberries and really feel bad for Pepper like I do.