Hey guys! So, it's been awhile... :P Haha. I'm going to apologize in advance, this chapter is REALLY short. I'll explain at the bottom authors note~ Here's the disclaimer, obviously I don't own Marvel. So, read onward!


The next morning Thor woke up in the same manner he did the previous one; wild haired and grinning. Rory was silently cooking breakfast for him.

"Good morning, Lady Rory." He greeted lazily. Rory didn't respond as she set his plate in front of him. He looked at her perplexed, "What ails you, friend?" He asked her. Rory shook her head.

"Nothing, Thor." She murmured. Thor didn't persist, but knew something was wrong. Loki soon filed into the room, being equally as quiet as Rory. Unbeknownst to the pair, Thor had woken up at the sound of the gunshot. Once he realized that Loki would try to make him talk to Rory he climbed back into his bed and feigned sleep. Thor understood Rory's talk of nightmares of war; there were many a night where Thor had nightmares of battle too.

"We're leaving in an hour." Rory snapped Thor out of his thoughts.

"For the metal man's home?" He questioned.

Rory nodded, "We won't be coming back here, so try not to leave anything."


The trip to Tony's was just as awkward and silent as it was in Rory's kitchen. She hated having her own little pity party, but with each passing nightmare it seemed as if it was harder to reign in her emotions. On the plane ride Thor caught Rory's unhappiness and incessantly tried cheering her up, but to no avail on his part. The group soon landed and was escorted to Stark Tower. They were greeted by Pepper Potts. She smiled brightly.

"Hello Thor, Rory, Loki." She nodded, "Rory, Tony's waiting for you now. 23rd floor, fourth door on your right." Rory nodded. She turned to Thor who gave her a reassuring nod. With a small smile Rory departed to the elevator. Rory tapped her foot nervously as the elevator went up. The war, her nightmare, plus her impending operation made Rory anxious. The elevator dinged as the doors opened and Rory jumped at the noise. She looked around nervously.

BANG.

'Oh God! Gunshots! We're under attack!' She ducked and rolled, landing behind a beam in the hallway. Rory pulled out her gun from her waistband and aimed it ahead.

After a moment Rory was surprised to see she was aimed at none other than a surprised looking Tony Stark, and that she wasn't holding a gun at all. Tony looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice trick there, Rores. Circus teach you that?" He snorted, as he approached her and held out a hand to help her up. Rory glared at the man but took his hand.

"The Army is not the Circus, Tony." She scowled. Tony scoffed.

"Please, Rory, spare me the speech," He rolled his eyes and began making his way to one of his laboratories, "Come on, we've got to go drill holes in you now, kiddo." Tony winked and slapped Rory on the ass. Rory rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"I'd knock you out if you weren't so useful, and you can't call me kid, I'm older than you!" Rory nudged him.

"You're like that gay sparkling vampire; eternally twelve." Tony snorted again and opened the door to his lair. Rory was about to make a disdainful remark, but was taken aback by the vast amount of gadgets and knick-knacks Tony had assimilated. She let his comment slide, and began assessing several devices.

"You've been busy." She stated. Tony looked confused.

"What, this? This is just something I threw together." Tony waved her off, and she stared after him slack-jawed.

"Keep up, Schwarzenegger; we've got a schedule to keep." He snapped his fingers repeatedly until Rory climbed on to the metal table in the center of the room. Rory furrowed her brows and looked at Tony.

"Will this… hurt?" The words sounded foreign in her mouth. Tony didn't spare a look at her as he was prepping his tools.

"Essentially, pain is a feeling that comes from something not working the correct way. Since you're made entirely of metal, and it all functions properly (with no way for it to not work properly); no."

"But what if something happened? Like somehow one of my arms got ripped off or something?" Rory further inquired animatedly.

"Well, I would imagine you'd be in agonizing pain." Rory gulped, wide-eyed. It wasn't exactly the answer she was looking for. Tony pulled his welding mask over his face and turned to Rory.

"Now, I would explain to you what's going to happen, but I think it's tiring and you wouldn't understand, SO," He grabbed a tool that Rory couldn't even begin to guess what it was used for, "Go to sleep and you'll wake up a new Terminator." Rory could feel Tony's irritating smirk and wink under the welding mask.

"Can it, Stark, just get me fixed up."

"You got it, babe."


/Sometime Later that Night/

Tony was sitting at the bar on the top floor of Stark Tower. It seemed as if he had only just begun working on Rory, but he started over fifteen hours ago, with no breaks for him. As much as Tony disliked saying it, Rory was one of the few people he respected, and he wasn't going to screw up her body because he was tired and unfocused. Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed a few more drinks for the annoying whir of his ever-working mind to quiet down. As Tony was pouring himself another glass of expensive scotch Thor walked into the room. Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Can't sleep, big man?" Tony asked with a small slur in his voice. Thor wearily looked at the man and shook his head.

"I worry for Lady Rory greatly. I cannot force myself into slumber because of it." Thor admitted. Tony passed him a glass of scotch which Thor gratefully took, "And you, friend Anthony?" Tony winced at the word 'friend'. It was dangerous for him to get too comfortable with people.

"I'm through working on her for tonight. I need to get some sleep so I can focus in the morning." Tony said quietly. Thor nodded.

"You are… well acquainted with Lady Rory, correct?" Tony narrowed his eyebrows menacingly at Thor.

"Yeah, what of it?" Tony shot spitefully. Thor either didn't catch his malicious tone, or chose to ignore it as he continued.

"Has she spoken to you of nightmares?" Thor asked, not looking up from his glass of scotch. Tony looked surprised for a fraction of a second.

'That would explain why she was so jumpy this morning…'

"Why? Did she talk about them with you?" Tony relaxed a little, but couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that leaked into his speech. Thor shook his head.

"Nay, she spoke with my brother. I gather he was awoken by her screams; I was later awoken by her firearm. I overheard them talking; Lady Rory spoke of battle. Do her nightmares plague her often?" Tony sighed and rubbed his temple. He downed his scotch and poured himself another glass before he launched into Rory's story.

"You ought to know by now that Rory doesn't age like normal humans. She was born nearly a hundred years ago, and after an incident in war she had her body re-outfitted with an indestructible metal. The Army," Tony spat the name like it was acid, "Decided she was invaluable. They promoted her, and she was naïve enough to continue serving this corrupt country. They probably wouldn't have even flinched if she had died." Tony snarled. After a moment of fuming he calmed down and continued telling the story.

"She was fine for a while, or so my father told me. But through the years and all the wars Rory's mind couldn't handle the trauma. About twenty years ago she was finally diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She's handled it admirably; I thought with her past decade in seclusion she'd have enough time to settle her mind." Tony threw back his scotch, "I guess it wasn't." A frown adorned Tony's face as he was looking off into the distance. He was suddenly brought back to reality from a hard slap on the back that came from Thor.

"I see you a great friend of Lady Rory's, friend Tony. You care about her more than you are willing to admit." Thor commended, as if it was something monumental that Tony actually had befriended a person. Tony scowled and lifted his glass to his mouth only to find it empty. With a huff he placed it in the sink, and walked to the elevator.

"Thor," Tony called him as an afterthought. The man looked up at Tony, "You'd better take care of her there. I won't hesitate killing you." Tony threatened. Thor smiled.

"Worry not, Tony. I will make sure she is treated with the utmost care." Thor declared, and Tony's piercing glare softened. With a nod, the elevator doors closed and Tony went on his way to his room for whatever sleep he could muster. He had a long day ahead of him.


YEAH. Really short. Sorry! I just felt that Rory's big reveal should be a chapter all it's own. Y'know? But I should have up the next chapter tomorrow though, so despair not! But still; please review! It makes me happy! Give me some ideas for Rory's big revamp, or her impending trip to Asgard! I love all of your ideas, they're inspiring. And inspiration is something I seriously lack as of late, so do it!

-VA out.