"Is that the last of everything?" Tony slid Pepper's suitcase into the back of his new Silver Audi. Normally he would just buy a new type of car, but Pepper didn't know about his unfortunate accident. And with all the smoothing over and leaving out slightly significant events in his updates he figured he'd better not break his streak now.

He was still debating about how much and even if he should tell her about what happened with Shelly. On one hand, he felt guilty and would feel a nagging feeling until her told her, but on the other hand, why tell her? It would probably hurt her more then make her feel better if she knew. His mother had always told him that it hurt you a lot more keeping something from someone in a relationship; a lot more then it would hurt the relationship itself. He knew his mother was right, and the only thing that was holding him back was his pride and not his doubt in the correct action steps.

"I should think you, you're the one with three suitcases," Pepper smiled and slowly wheeled forward. She was still confined to the wheelchair, despite the huge leaps her condition had been taking. She had walked across the room the only day. True, she had immediately collapsed into Tony's arms and cried in pain, but it was progress nonetheless. The twosome had learned to live off of small graces.

"Just a couple of things," Tony shrugged, "for both of us!"

"Sure," Pepper crossed her arms. "You packed nineteen pairs of jeans for a two-week trip. Wait, you packed the nice jeans, right?"

"Nice jeans?" Tony blinked in surprise.

"Never mind. Hold on, let me go get my bag and we can go,"

"Hold it right there, missy," Tony caught the handle of her wheelchair. "What jeans?" Two bright red spots donned Pepper's pale cheeks.

"Never mind. It was just one of the those thoughts you accidently think out loud,"

"It wasn't a musing or a even a thought. It was a direct question," Tony tapped Pepper on the nose patronizingly.

"It was just…" Pepper paused. "That one pair you wore when you left for the showing of the Jericho Missile."

"That…pair? That was just a grungy pair of Halflingers," Tony said. "They're probably crumpled somewhere in the workshop."

"Crumpled?" Pepper looked crestfallen. Tony was still very much entertained by her mysterious musings and interested to exactly why she was so interested in a particular pair.

"Why do you care?"

"I liked them,"

"How could you possibly like one pair of jeans over another?"

"I liked the way…they fit." Pepper blinked in mock innocence.

"Miss Potts, did you just somehow reference you stare at my butt?"

"Forget I said anything, Tony. I know you can turn a simple compliment into something grossly sexual."

"Alright, I'm sorry," Tony smiled. "You know I just like to tease you."
"Yes, I know this, Mr. Stark," Pepper smiled. "Now can we please go?"

"Yes. Wait! I forgot my sunglasses,"

"We can pick up a pair on the way."

"But…they're aviators! I can't go anywhere without my aviators!"

"You have six pairs in the car," Pepper crossed her arms over her chest. "You can deal."

"Fine, fine," Tony helped Pepper out of her wheelchair gingerly and folded it up. Pepper stood weakly, getting used to walking freely. "Need help?"

"No, I want to do it myself," Pepper opened the door and slid into the seat. "Let's go. The jet is waiting."

"I know," Tony shoved the folded up heap of wheelchair into the car and jogged around to the other side. "Let's go."

"Alright, Mr. Stark, are you sure you want to do this?" Pepper asked.

"I'm sure. Miss Potts."

"You can't call me that anymore, remember?" Pepper smirked.

"I remember," Tony said. "But give me a second. Ten years and it only happened yesterday."

"I can understand," Pepper nodded.

"Alright, Mrs. Stark," Tony took her hand in his. "Ready?"

"Yes, sir," she said. "Ready for anything anyone, including you, can toss at me in our marriage."

"That's not funny," Tony frowned.

"You know what I mean," Pepper smiled. "And I rest my case. This is the only thing in your life set in stone."

"Set in iron," Tony laughed.

"Till death do us part. Iron vows,"

"Proof that Tony Stark has a heart," Tony glanced at his arc reactor.

"Stop being sentimental. I need dry snow and warm fires."

"Will that be all, Mrs. Stark?"

"Yes, it will be all, Mr. Stark." And the arguing couple drove off into whatever the future held.

Yes! It is the end of Iron Vows! But if you're extra nice and if you've read ANY of this story, please leave a review and I will write a sequel!

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