Three Months

Briar Elwood

Summary: Movieverse. It was the same routine everyday for three months. I knew I should move on, do something else but I couldn't. I couldn't just give up on him like that. He deserved better.

Disclaimer: I'm not MARVEL.

A/N: This is my first Iron Man fic but nowhere close to my first fic.

I wake up and a prayer is immediately on my lips. I lay there, eyes closed, before pushing myself up and stepping out onto the floor.

I don't go check yet. I take a warm shower. Get dressed. Do my hair. A little make-up. Why do I even bother? It's not like I'll be working today. Still. I might.

I eat breakfast. Steady, deliberate bites. Wash the dishes. Clean up.

I brace myself before walking to the television and turning it on. I watch faithfully for a couple moments. Then I go the couch and sit down.

I should move on, do something else. Something productive. Start job hunting. It's been three months. He's dead. He's gone. He has been for a long time.

But I can't. I can't just give up on him like that. He deserves better than that. He's stronger than that, smarter. He can't die.

Noon. Like always, I'm not hungry. In fact, I feel almost sick. So I don't eat. Continue to watch, wait for news.

Evening. I'm not hungry but my stomach feels a bit more agreeable. I grab a bag of baby carrots and munch, my eyes still glued to the screen.

It's late. I'm resigned. Not today. He's not coming home today. I turn off of the television and put the carrots back in the fridge. I change back into my nightgown and lay down, closing my eyes. A prayer is whispered before I drift off to uneasy sleep.

Maybe tomorrow.

A/N: Okay, I hope you can tell what this is, but, if not, this is Pepper while Tony's in captivity.