Author's Note: I own nothing, Marvel does. I just loved the movie and adore this couple, so here is my little fic. I didn't want to make it to over the top. A little oneshot and I tried not to stray to off character. Don't be shy tell me what you think! Thanks!

Nightmare

It was a rare event when Pepper Potts fell asleep on the job, an actual impossibility. However who could blame her one slip up, the last week had been complete chaos. All due to the fact that her employer had told the world that he was indeed, Iron Man. Her work load had tripled and her nights were longer and her hours of sleep were few. She had been working endlessly, sorting out important e-mails, replying to each one of them and setting up or in her case these days, rescheduling meetings. It seemed that Tony Stark had no time for anything else but being out and about saving the world from chaos. It was admirable but at times it was nerve racking. It was probably around this time that her mind started to wander away from her workload, and perhaps when she had accidently dozed off.

Her senses were returning to her slowly, the buzzing of her laptop, the soreness in her feet. She sleepily yanked them off with her kicking feet, her toes pushing the back of her shoe and then she proceeded to do the same with the other. She felt groggy, and her neck was stiff, probably from the horrible position she had dozed off in. Pepper started to become a bit more aware of her surroundings. The sounds were not those of her apartment, the light sound of traffic beyond her balcony window wasn't there. No it was quiet and she could faintly hear the sound of crashing waves in the distance. She was near the water, she mentally noted, it sounded like she was at work...in Tony Stark's extremely large mansion.

Her eyes shot open. 'Oh God!' she whispered, placing a hand to her face, trying to wriggle away the weariness of sleep that claimed her.

"Jarvis...?" she spoke, barely audible.

"Yes Miss Potts?"

"What time is it?" she asked, getting up from her chair.

"It is 3:43 am."

"What?! Oh how could I have fallen asleep, there is so much to do, I'll be so behind tomorrow and then—"

Her train of thought was lost when she thought she heard someone moaning. The first thing that came to mind was of course her Boss's craving appetite for the female company late at night. However she had noted that Tony had not brought any women after he had returned from his captivity.



'Well it was bound to happen...I suppose.' She mentally noted, but it didn't explain the sudden heaviness that had suddenly plagued her heart.

There it was again, but this time it was a moan it was like a cry of pain, some one panicking.

"Jarvis?"

She would asked the A.I though she could predict the answer to her question but she need reassurance.

"Yes Miss Potts."

"Where is Mr. Stark?"

"He is in his bedchamber, Miss Potts."

"...Is he...alone?" She asked hesitantly, praying secretly that he was.

"Affirmative."

She had let out a breath she didn't know she had been keeping. She slowly stepped out of her office and walked out into the spacious living room, and started to mount the stairs quietly. Her bare feet thudding on the cold surface of each step. As she climbed she heard the panicked cries, and the hoarse pleas. It wrenched her heart. He was having some kind of nightmare. She had finally arrived at the landing a few feet away from his room. The door was ajar and she could see that he was tossing and turning. Frantically grabbing his sheets, groaning and pleading. She entered the wide room and approached the bed. She could see signs of perspiration on his furrowed brow. His entire body was contorting and jolting. Before she knew what she was doing she had outstretched her hand.

"...Tony..." she placed her hand softly on his shoulder.

He jolted and his hand clasped her wrist painfully. She let out a yelp of surprise.

He was still not awake, but his grip was slowly crushing her wrist.

'He thinks he's being attacked...' she thought sadly.

"Tony, it's Pepper. Tony wake up...it's just a bad dream. Tony."

He heard her voice from a distance, a voice of an angel. What was she doing in this awful place. This horrid place where they kept pricking him and cutting into his flesh. The pain was intolerable, he wanted to die.



"Tony...It's Pepper. Please wake up."

There it was again, her voice. How comforting it was. He had taken advantage of how soothing her voice was. He had to wake up.

"Tony!"

He felt a warm and gentle reassuring touch right above his shoulder.

Pepper struggled to wake him, she gently shook him with her only free hand, the other in his tight grip.

His eyes finally flew open. His grip loosened on her instantly.

"Pepper." He said panicked. He quickly sat up and breathed heavily as he rested his head against the headboard.

"Are you okay? You were having a nightmare." Pepper asked looking on worriedly.

"I'm fine. Did I hurt you?" He asked looking at her redden wrist.

She smiled up at him. "No, it's fine."

"Sorry, Pepper." He said, his tone more sombre.

"I'll get you some water." Pepper grabbed a flask of water that was on his night stand and poured its contents into a glass.

Pepper gave him the glass. Tony took the glass with unsteady hands. Pepper could see that he was still shaken by the probable memories that he had relived in Afghanistan. Her heart was breaking for him. It was a rare occurrence to see her boss completely out of countenance.

He drank from the glass like a needy child, when he was done he handed it back to her.

"Thanks, that did me some good."

"Will that be all Mr. Stark?" She said it more affectionately then she cared to at that moment.

"What's this? No bed time story? I might throw a tantrum."

He was musing again. A good sign she thought.

"No. You'll be a good little boy and go back to sleep."

"You and I both know Miss Potts, that I'm not a good little boy, but I think I've hassled you enough for one night...by the way what on earth are you doing here at this time? Jarvis."



"You're up early, sir."

"Don't bet on it. What time is it?" he asked, looking quizzically at his assistant.

"It is now 4: 11 am, sir." The A.I answered.

"Miss Potts care to explain." He said grinning.

"I dozed off." She said rolling her eyes. "Anyways, if you don't mind I think I'm going to call it a night and go home, I'll see you in," she glanced down at her wrist watch, "in two hours."

She was motioning herself to leave.

"Pepper?"

She thanked God her back was turned. "Yes Mr. Stark?"

"One last thing."

She turned to look at him, he looked absolutely perfect.

"Yes?"

"Do you mind just staying until I fall back asleep?" he asked the look on his face unreadable.

Was he testing her? What was he playing at; she could cut him off with some kind of witty remark and be off to her own bed. But then her mind replayed what had happened earlier and she felt a twinge in her heart.

"Tony."

"Just for a few minutes, your presence is remarkably soothing Miss Potts." And with that he turned himself over and buried his face in his pillow.

Pepper stood there for a few moments, when courage had returned to her, she walked quietly up to the bed and sat on the edge. She could have sworn she heard Tony Stark sigh.

The next morning Pepper Potts woke up in a frenzy, she heard soft snoring which she quickly remembered came from her boss. She glanced at him and smiled to herself. He snores.

After this early morning escapade Pepper Potts would demand a raise, Oh she would she really would.



Of course she wouldn't because as much as she would like to deny it, he was all she had and she was all he had and that was enough for now.

End.