The next morning, Tony decided to pull his life together slowly. If he was going to start getting out into the public again, he wanted to do it the Stark way; with a bang. Tony set his alarm for eight in the morning; he went for a run, bought a bagel for breakfast, put on a suit and then walked through the city for no apparent reason. The only reason that came to mind is that Tony wanted to let the media know that he was out in the world again, and it didn't take long until he was swarmed with paparazzi. It was kind of nice for Tony; he started to feel like his usual self.

Where have you been?!

The whole world's been looking for Iron Man!

The paparazzi had not ceased to ask the same daily questions that had been printed in the newspapers for Tony's nine month absence.

Once home, he ran up the stairs like a giddy child and headed straight to his computer. Tony was going to try this. He was going to meet this Jarvis guy, even if it just ended up that the two would be friends, he wanted to do it. Technically, he had no choice. If Phil found out that Tony hadn't tried it, he'd be in the dog house. A ping was heard from the computer. An email from one Jarvis Bennett sat in Tony's inbox. Tony suddenly got nervous. As he clicked on the email, it spoke of thank you's and compliments and nervous ramblings.

I don't know if you're just taking the piss, because from my understanding, you are quite the ladies' man. If you are taking the piss, I do ask that you refrain from replying this message as I am not the one to be strung along by wealthy men.

If not, feel free to reply. Or text, my number is on my profile.

Jarvis.

Tony smiled. He sounded smart. Tony liked it when someone shared the same intellectual ability as his own; then him and said person could both withheld a proper conversation. He replied to Jarvis:

No, I am not taking the piss. To be honest, I really don't know why I clicked the button, but sometimes a man has to take a chance. But I would like this kept on the down low for a while if anything comes from it. You know, the whole 'Was Pepper that bad at sex that you turned gay?' speech from the media. I would like it if you showed up at my house, I live on Malibu Point. You'll know which house.

Say tonight at 7?

It's up to you.

Stark.

Nearly as quickly as Tony had sent the message cautiously, Jarvis replied.

I'll be there.

Tony began to frantically panic. Seven o'clock was only hours away; six to be exact. The house wasn't clean, and there was no food prepared. He jolted upright and began to walk downstairs, picking up his jacket on the way. Swooping it around his shoulders, Tony busted out of the door and headed to the nearest fresh food market. There was no way he was getting Emilia to cook tonight; he wanted to impress Jarvis for some strange reason.