"Anna?" Tony's voice fluttered through. My eyebrows creased. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be dying in the desert. Memories seemed to almost just flutter from the sky. Nothing hurt like it was supposed to, even when I could remember an almost phantom seeming pain.
"Go 'way." I slurred through heavy lips. I felt like I should put some kind of emotion behind the words but it all seemed superficial. My eyelids were so heavy and I didn't want to open them. I didn't want to see myself back in the cave, even if I'd get to see Yinsen again.
"Anna, come on." Tony whined and I frowned. Why would he want me to open my eyes when I was fine like this? Going back to sleep wasn't a good option though. I was awake but just fluttering. My limbs were so numb and almost felt like they weren't my limbs but someone else's limbs. That probably should have worried me.
Nonetheless my eyes forced themselves open. My eyebrows unfurrowed so they could lift. Tony's face was right in mine. Maybe if I still had a bit of feeling I might have flinched but for now I just met his eyes and blinked.
"Tony?" I questioned, swallowing. Looking behind him I could see a familiar ceiling and feel, even see, the reason for my sluggishness. An IV was running down into what I suppose would be my arm and over to one side to my surprise Dummy and YOU were waiting. "What's going on?"
"You're being taken care of by your doctor of course." Tony said, trying to remain serious but even in this state I could see Tony's worry and amusement.
"You look pretty." I giggled, raising my arms, fumbling with them to cover my giggle.
"You're so high." He grinned. "Dummy's been worried and pumping you full of morphine for too long of a time." Tony told me, and he squeezed my hand, making me realize he was holding it. How odd. The times I'd been in the hospital before, from something not so drastic maybe, he hadn't been holding my hand. Yeah, he'd been by my side for it but I don't ever remember this happening. It made me feel warm and I'm sure a doped up smile was on my face.
"Yes." I answered, even though there was no question being answered. "I worried about him to." I started and I couldn't remember that I should stop about now. "When you made him I thought you'd get too attached and he'd break, but then I got attached and he didn't break." I laughed loudly. "What am I on?" I asked, curiously.
"I told you, morphine." He said glancing between me and the bag. I couldn't tell if he was more amused, intrigued, or scared for my life.
"Get it out." I told him. "I'm talking funny."
"It's better to be talking funny then to be feeling the amount of pain you should be." Tony said, and this time the pain was obvious in his face. Vaguely the memory of the same face but with a little more betrayal in it popped into my head, kind of foggy.
"Sorry I kicked you." I muttered, smiling what I hope was a sheepish smile. Tony didn't answer for a moment and I opened my mouth to speak again but he leaned forward and kissed my gapping mouth. I shut it to return the kiss as best as I could. What little sanity I was getting back was just thrown out the windows of the mansion and into the Malibu waves. He even went so far as to press his arc reactor to mine and even through his shirt and my….
"What am I wearing?" I shrieked, pushing him away to pull up the blanket. Nothing.
"Uh, well I had a trusted doctor or two in here to make sure everything was alright and they said putting clothes on you would only transfer their energy to you." Tony said and to my surprise and internal delight he was actually blushing.
"JARVIS snap shot of Tony's face!" I quickly said. Tony looked confused before he rolled his eyes. I grinned but then scowled when I remembered why he was blushing. Curse this morphine. My hand lifted to scratch at the IV but Tony pulled it away and entangled our hands again. He had parted them to ruffle my hair while kissing me. "For future reference, if I wake up naked again, I'm not going to be happy, morphine or not." I warned, already tugging to make sure the blanket was pulled up so it didn't show anything of me.
"I'll be happy." Tony answered with a straight face. I took a moment to look at him but he didn't crack so I did. My laughter came out strained this time because I was completely flat. So I braced one arm under me and kept the other around my chest so the blanket didn't show anything.
"What happened?" I finally asked the question that was on my mind.
"With what?" Tony blinked before he was back on earth. I must not have been the only one to be on drugs right now. "Oh. After you kicked me onto the catwalk Coulson let off the arc reactor's built up energy. Both Stane and you were caught in the blast. Stane died but your reactor absorbed enough of the blast. You've been out for three days." He sat back a bit in his chair. "The energy shocked your heart and made it pretty feeble." He glanced at it shortly and I frowned looking down.
The arc reactor's color was almost purple. Some of the parts were still blue, but the rest of it was a purple color. "Why did it change color?" I touched it and the part I touched turned blue.
"It just the excess energy. The original charge from the miniature arc reactor had a charge of 34% when you were hit and the blast leveled it up to about 156%. The purple should go away once the palladium gets used to holding that much power, or if the power seeps out." He explained, while I eyed the reactor and then him.
"And why am I not in the hospital?" I asked.
"I didn't want them to get their hands on the reactor, but doctors did look at you." Tony assured me. "Besides, they said to take you off the meds after you woke up, so that your body didn't get addicted." He said, but didn't make a move towards the meds.
"Well?" I asked him, lifting an eyebrow and then chuckled as I realized he didn't know how to do it. "Just shut the valve on the tube and then pull the tape off after the tube had given the last that is in it. Take the needle out." I instructed. Maybe I should go back and get my medical degree. After all I know quite a lot about medicine, or injuries. And it looks like I'm going to need that knowledge a lot more now than I would have then.
My eyes crossed as Tony pulled the needle out, gently but pulled it out all the same. I reached over and closed the tape back over the wound to stem off the blood. "There that wasn't so bad." I noted, trying to sit up more and at once my world became kind of tipsy and I had to stop. I put a hand to my head, grimacing and letting out any breath in my lungs.
"Thank you." Tony said in answer. My eyebrows furrowed and I licked my lips, letting my hand fall back to my side on top of the blanket.
"Uh, what for?" I asked him, blinking multiple times.
"For getting me out of trouble, not just with Stane, but even daily." Tony told me, and he leaned on the bed as I stuffed the pillows up under me so at least my upper body was at an angle.
"Don't get used to it." I warned. "I swear, and I mean it this time, I'm not going to do it again. Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? If I hadn't been running on instinct I would have wasted enough time to kill you myself." I reached forward and scratched lightly at the edge of his odd facial hair. "Have I ever told you that I love your facial hair?"
"Um, no," Tony said, confused. "But thank you."
"One day I'll have beautiful hair again. We'll have to make my suit capable of holding it up." I turned my head to stare out the window in contemplation. "I bet all I'll need is a suction cup at the back to suck the hair up into." Tony squeezed my hand and I turned my head to see his light smile.
"You're such an optimistic." Tony teased.
"And you're a closet romantic." I noted, running my fingers lightly, tracing, the hair on his face. It was a little overgrown and I could see whiskers growing on his neck. He looked just as good like that, but it made me want to run my fingers over it, and his lips. His gorgeous and very talented lips. "Are we naming things about each other now?" I asked him, leaning up to brush my lips against his hypnotizing ones. He grunted and moved back after pressing his own to mine.
"Please. I'd win." Tony grinned lopsidedly and I think a little part of my heart just flew off to dance with the gypsies.
"Hardly. I know a lot about you. Like the fact you always sleep on the left side of the bed, you hate wearing a shirt around people, and if there is any way you can you'll make everyone in the room hate you just so you don't get any hope that they'll like you." I bluntly said. He frowned and I dropped my hand. "I know a great deal about you, Tony Stark. After all I'm your best friend."
"No," Tony said, he rose up still holding my hand and actually climbed over me in a delicious way to drop beside me. "You're my girlfriend. I know that you love Johnny Depp but hate Winona Ryder. You can't leave without assuring I'm right beside you because your mother left you alone in a room for two days because your Nanny was sick. And finally I know that you are in love with me." Tony dropped down to press his lips hard against mine. Legitimately, I was surprised. I didn't think that Tony noticed much of anything about me.
"To be honest I didn't even know you knew I existed that much." I licked my lips, trying to trap his taste of mouth in my own. I have to treasure what I've got as long as I've got it. "I knew you thought of me as your friend, maybe even your best friend but I figured the only time that you might have liked me was when my breasts came in." I chuckled.
"Oh, I noticed." Tony muttered, and his eyes drifted to my chest, which was bare besides the sheets and blankets that kept them covered. I scowled and tugged it up to my shoulder more.
"Stop being a man." I muttered, squeezing his hand before releasing it to shuffle down and under the covers while curling up to him. I may have been naked but he was on the outside of the blankets and I was tired already. "I'm going to sleep some more, why don't you?" I asked him, smiling when he tucked me right under his arm without a word of my nudeness.
"I was actually going to go work on the armors." Tony said, eyeing the door.
"Okay, just stay until I fall asleep." I told him, wrapping an arm absentmindedly around his narrow waist so I could snuggle closer.
"For a little while." He agreed and I noticed his voice was a little strained. I brushed it aside for latter so that I could fall into a more comfortable, but kind of painful sleep as the medicine wore off. That's the one thing about morphine, here one moment and gone the next.
"You all received the official statement of what occurred at Stark & Vinci last night. There have been unconfirmed reports that a robotic prototype malfunctioned and caused damage to the arc reactor. Fortunately a member of…." Rhodes voice was coming lightly through the T.V. in the conference room. How ironic that this message we were about to give was going to be given at the same location that we announced that we were shutting down the weapons.
I pursed my lips as I dabbed a few dots of foundation on to Tony's bruise. My make-up was a little thicker then I would usually wear but it covered up what it was supposed to.
"Is this necessary?" Tony complained, even as he read the newspaper's report on us. I glanced down at the front of the paper where a picture of us both was taken, with Tony in the front. Thank God for that because that was at the point that my middle had been crushed and my boobs had been squeezed close together.
"Yes, it is. Do you want to look as if you were in a bar fight?" I asked him, leaning down to see if I've got it all covered. Camera people will always catch what you don't want them to and then the people watching will point it out and then it'll be just a big deal. I've been up and going since I woke up and found Tony still snoozing next to me. Tony's face looked alright. A white strip was across his nose to help with the slight fracture he had.
"Hey, Iron Man." Tony said, looking up. "That's not bad. It's kind of catchy." I frowned and looked at the newspaper.
"Really? Iron Woman? Do these people have no imagination?" I asked, snorting and peeling off the white strip and leaning back. Currently I was sitting down, cross-legged on the table. I was wearing a pair of black slacks and a green shirt that happened to cover my arc reactor.
"I don't know, I think it's great. It matches." Tony grinned and I rolled my eyes, tugging his hair.
"It sounds like a command." I muttered, snapping the foundation closed and putting it down on the desk so that I could tug my own clothes into order. "It's not even correct. The suites made of gold-titanium alloy."
"Yeah, but it's kind of evocative, the imagery, anyway." Tony argued, looking at the newspaper. I watched the screen; we were still waiting for our cue cards before we could go on.
"Here's your alibi." Coulson's voice came through. I turned from the T.V. to grab the cards and look them over. It was great actually. "You were on your yacht. We have port papers that put you in Avalon all night and sworn statements from 50 of your guests." Coulson listed off as I read the note cards, looking up a few times. Tony laid down the newspaper and looked at me.
"See I was thinking maybe we should say that it was just Anna and me, alone on the island." Tony said and then wiggled his eyebrows at me. I laughed and plucked at his hair tightly making him wince.
"Let's stick with the written, and secure, plan." I tucked a few hairs behind my head. A clip was holding most of my hair back and I smiled when Tony tugged on my shirt, twitching a laugh at him.
"Read it word for word." Coulson said, giving up on Tony and trying me.
"I noticed that there's nothing about Stane and Potts in here." I said, waving the cards.
"Potts has been handled, and Stane is being handled. He's currently on vacation." Coulson answered. "Small aircraft have such a poor safety record." He moved his head and I swallowed at the course way of mentioning both of their deaths. I'd taken Potts' life with my own hands. How was I supposed to deal with that so calmly?
"But what about the whole cover story that they were our body guards?" Tony asked, questioning. I eyed him to make sure his hair was perfect and his cover up before I walked a step over to the mirror that was hanging on the wall. It was time to see if any of my own had smudged.
"He's my…Is that…That's kind of flimsy, don't you think?" Tony asked. I turned sharply to look back at him and roll my eyes.
"This isn't my first rodeo, Mr. Stark." Coulson said but Tony wasn't impressed, or he tried not to be. Coulson had gained a little tiny bit of respect because he'd been the one to flip the switch when we needed it. Secretly though, I could just see the built up resentment Tony already had for my father's company. Man, I really have got to get used to saying my company. "Just stick to the official statement, and soon, this will be behind you."
I groaned aloud. "Please, don't give him orders. He sees it as a challenge." I told Coulson, turning back to the mirror and eyeing the thick layer of make-up. Barely noticeable really but to me it was. My face felt like I was overbalancing on it.
"You've got…" Coulson looked at the T.V. screen. "90 seconds." And walked away. I stared after him and then back at the T.V. screen. How did that help him know what time was left? Maybe Rhodes was just following a prewritten agenda to.
"Oh, Agent Coulson!" I called, walking to the little hallway that he was about to vanish through. "I wanted to say thank you very much, for your help. I'd be prepared to battle for you some vacation days, or something with Director Fury if you need me to." I joked, grinning.
"It's just my job. That's what we do. You'll of course be expected to sign a report with us." Coulson informed me and I groaned.
"I've done so much paperwork since I woke up." I whined jokingly before calming down. "Did you get the other memo?" I asked.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?" He asked. "I'm impressed. We've had people working on that for a month."
"It's a gift. They come to me in my sleep and I write them down." I called as he walked away. I liked him, even if he did almost cause me to die via energy blast. It really wasn't the man's fault that he was following my orders. He was just doing his job. Now that I think about it, I was of higher rank then him, being the owner. Huh, I should look into that. "Okay," I turned to Tony who was fiddling with his tie, trying to get it back in order. I walked to him, grabbing the suit jacket that had been thrown over the back of a chair. "You ready to be our spokesperson?" I teased him.
"As I always am." Tony said, sticking the blue cards into his mouth as I helped him into the suit jacket. "You know, the alibi, it's not actually that bad. Even I don't think you're Iron Woman." He told me, taking the cards out of his mouth as I started to undo his tie so I could fix his mess.
"That's because I'm not." I argued, jerking a little too tightly on the tie.
"Are so." He returned. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly to show my displeasure.
"Don't start with me Tony, I'm this close to finding a wall and slapping myself with it." I held up my fingers an inch apart.
"Anyways, since we are, you know dating. This is all going to be a wreck. We'll be worrying about each other in battles, taking risks we don't need to and running late for dates…"Tony muttered and my fingers stopped working on the tie because it was finished. Instead I watched in amusement as he began to talk himself into a metaphorical corner.
"If you are ever late for a date and it is Iron man related, then I had better be right there by your side." I muttered, getting close to his lips and just to tease him because I could do that now; I licked my lips which caused my tongue to brush his lips. "Will that be all ?" I breathed, hooking my leg around his hip. He made a noise as his hands went to my waist.
"Twenty seconds." Coulson's voice came through the hall. I backed away from Tony at the same time he came back from me and we straightened our clothes in embarrassment, or I did. I don't even know if Tony can be embarrassed.
"That was your fault." I warned, pointing at him as I began walking down the hallway. "I'll be in the back of the press room. Try not to embarrass me." I commented. Just as I began to push the door open he grabbed my waist and pushed me against the white wall and forced his lips onto mine in a fierce show of his lust and my stomach began to heat and pool. My cheeks flushed as I instinctually buried my fingers in his lush brown hair and pushed my tongue to meet his as he opened my mouth.
My legs came off the ground and I wrapped them around him.
"Umm…" Someone said and Tony groaned before turning to look back at some poor unfortunate soul who was able to get a free shot of Tony and I. He had short brown hair, glasses with thick rims and he was kind of adorable, in the sixteen year old kid kind of way. I dropped to the floor again and pushed Tony back.
"Sorry." I said, noticing the camera around his neck. "Are you here for the press conference? We're about to go on in-" I looked at my watch. "Five seconds. Tony." I warned and he rolled his eyes but didn't bother fixing his clothes, instead pulling me out with him and leaving us both mussed. My cheeks were still flushed from my arousal but now they were joined by the heat of my embarrassment as the reporters began to flash pictures and shout questions about just what we were doing. I'm going to kill Tony for this.
"We will not be taking questions!" I shouted over them, moving down the row, disengaging from Tony. I was not going to be the one to lie to the press. That would be Tony's problem, because as of the moment he made me his girlfriend he started paying me back for all the crap he put me through. Though, I still didn't believe he had feelings for me, much less loved me. It is Tony Stark, and that was never just part of his façade.
"Uh, Been awhile since I was in front of you. I figure I'll stick to the cards this time." Tony pulled them out of his pocket and the reporters laughed lightly. Not too loud because the Lord knows they can't miss anything he says. I made my way to stand next to Coulson in the back of the room. He nodded to me and I smiled before turning to watch Tony.
"First off, I would like to officially announce that yes Anna and I are dating." Tony stated and I rolled my eyes, he was already off the cards. "But that clearly isn't the issue here." He looked at the blue cards. "There's been speculation that Ms. Vinci and I were involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop.-" He was doing good but then I a reporter, one I recognized from the party, interrupted him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that that was two bodyguards just conveniently appeared, despite the fact that you-" Tony, never the one to be out done interrupted her as well.
"This isn't going well." I muttered to Coulson. He nodded, his shoulders strained and eyes sharp.
"I know that it's confusing." Tony's face was condescending rather than angry like he should be. Oh, this was bad. "It is one thing to question the official story, and another thing entirely to make wild accusations or insinuate that I'm a superhero."
"I never said you were a superhero."
"Oh, shit. I should have done this." I groaned, speed walking back up the aisle.
"Didn't? Well, good, because that would be outlandish and fantastic. I'm just not the hero type. Clearly." Tony saw me coming and his eyes were trained on me even as he continued talking. "With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made,-" I mounted the stairs.
"Stick to the cards." I harshly whispered and tucked myself into his side, smiling as if I wasn't about to step on all ten of his toes, not caring about his leather shoes.
"Yeah right. The cards." Tony muttered, holding up the cards. "The truth is…" He paused, dropping the cards slowly. I watched the crowd but the longer the silence went the more uneasy I got. He looked down at me and then back at the press. Then he smirked at Everhart. I knew it was going to come out of his mouth before he said it.
"I am Iron man."
"No, don't even touch me." I snarled at Tony, jumping out of the limo. After escaping from the chaos his announcement caused we'd drove back to Tony's house in complete silence. To say I was furious was beyond the level of anger I had in me right now.
"Anna-" Tony started to argue.
"Don't even with me right now!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air as I walked out of the garage part and through the workshop, muttering curse words as I rubbed the MIT ring around on my ring in annoyance. "The whole, entire point of that press conference was to make them believe we had no clue what happened. Do you even understand the level of backlash that you've just created?" I turned to him, having stopped walking. For a moment I just fumed at his face before making exhaling a forceful, frustrated breath from my mouth and tossing the phone in my hand at the closest table.
"It was for the best! If we had kept a charade up it would have caused just as many problems as-" Tony started, untying his tie.
"No, no it isn't. The level of stupidity- JARVIS pull up the theory we had going last time I was here- is beyond comprehension at this point. While I agree keeping the secret would have caused problems, it would have been manageable problems." I scowled, moving forward as he couldn't get the tie off. Honestly, how did he manage in his day to day life?
Apparently well. He dropped the tie back to his chest in favor of wrapping me in his arms. I ignored the tingling feelings in my stomach and concentrated on my anger and the tie in my hands. So it was a trick. I knew a grown man had to be capable of taking off his tie.
"I could honestly strangle you right now, if I didn't treasure my own self." I warned him, sharply tugging the tie off of his neck, trying to pull away but Tony only pulled me snugger against him.
"Anna, calm down." Tony said, moving his head as he spoke, like he normally did. He added in puppy eyes and I faltered. Tony was so good at those. I liked to pretend they didn't work, but who can say no to his face? At all times it's either adorable or down right sexy.
"Explain." I ordered.
"Look, this way we could work it into our official life, with less problems. Yes, there will be major back lash, but think about it. Were you really going to be able to keep going with lying to the press? How soon do you think it would be before we slipped up in front of the press?" Tony made a solid argument, I'll give him that.
"Apparently not long, since you were tripping within the first three sentences." I sighed, wiggling out of his arms. "I can't believe you just did that. I'm going to be in so much trouble with S.H.I.E.L.D. for this." I picked at my shirt, trying to get some air down it.
"I didn't even tell them you were Iron Woman." Tony said, starting to unbutton his shirt. I snorted, even as I eyed the flesh he was reveling, until it was stopped by the undershirt at least.
"Really? It won't be that hard for them to guess. Seeing as I never leave your side, and the suit and I are the same height, I'm currently the only female that you know enough to trust with a suit, or one smart enough to help you build it. It's not rocket science." I ranted, before running out of air, frowning as Tony's face only stayed blank for a moment before he started laughing hysterically. "This isn't funny!" I shouted.
"Ma'am, you're research on palladium and its effects on the human body have been compiled." I scowled and waved it aside.
"Thank you JARVIS, sweetheart." I added the nickname just because I was pissed at Tony, not JARVIS. Speaking of our little robot family I noticed that behind Tony both YOU, Dummy, and Butterfingers, who I had not seen hid or hair of in forever since his accident with the blow torch. I squealed and ran to skid in front of butterfingers. "Hello, Butterfingers." I ran my fingers over him, petting him essentially.
"Hey? Am I ignored for Butterfingers?" Tony pouted, walking to me and the suddenly flocking robots. "Figures. Women." He muttered. I turned to glare over my shoulder.
"You have to gain my trust back." I mock sneered. He pouted before suddenly brightening.
"How about a date in Italy?" He asked. My attention finally went to him.
"What?" I asked.
"We haven't went on a date, you know those things people who are in a relationship-"
"Don't be a smartass Tony." I quipped, tickling under Dummy's arm. He made a few pleased beeping sounds, even as I walked passed him, and the strangely following Tony of course went with me. This Tony was so strange. Not uncomfortable, but different. I've never known Tony to be in love besides when he was in love with Pepper- Potts. What does that mean? Ugh.
"I can't help it, I'm a genius-" Tony started.
"That joke got old two weeks after your IQ test." I told him, sitting down in my rolling chair. The cover to JARVIS' report was shown on the screen in front of it and I sighed.
"What is that?" Tony asked, dragging his chair over and sitting in it backwards.
"I had JARVIS logging the results of the arc reactor on our bodies. At first there were problems with our body adapting to the arc reactor itself but there's since been a bigger problem with the levels of palladium that are entering our bodies and contaminating our blood system." I told him, flipping open the file.
"So is that a no to Venice?" Tony questioned. A half-smile took over my face even as I read how high our palladium levels were getting, the speed of toxicity was growing.
"Hmmmm…" I answered. "I never said Venice. What if I wanted to go to Florence? I've never made it to actually tour around Italy. JARVIS print this I'll read it on the plane." I turned to Tony finally and just stared at him.
With everything that's happened, starting with the day that we were kidnapped, I could say with complete confidence that I don't know what happened. It was almost a whirlwind. It had its low points, its dramatic drops but it also had its highs. To be honest with myself I still didn't believe that Tony felt anything for me. I'm just a short girl with a lot of money, which he has. Anything I have he has. So what could he possibly want from me that he can't have from someone else – that he hasn't had from someone else?
"Alright. I say we turn this into a vacation." Tony proposed, getting up to grab the papers as they came out of the desk printer. When I say desk printer I mean a slit in the desk next to us that pushed paper out so that it stacked, as long as the stack didn't get too big. "You like history, don't you? You ever seen the Coliseum?" Tony asked. "JARVIS warn our crew that we want to fly to Venice."
Even with the advancements, I was strangely content. Though soon I'd have to worry about finding a secretary that could handle Tony and maybe even look into one for me.
"Alright, I'll go with you. Let me pack." I told him, getting up but he stopped me.
"No, no. That's the experience. I'll buy you some clothes when we get there. Maybe we should go to…." Tony's face screwed up. "JARVIS what's that place with all of the models?"
"I believe you mean Milan, sir." JARVIS answered in a detached sarcastic tone. I looked to the screen as a video of models walking down the runway showed, in Milan I'm guessing. JARVIS even showed a few open hotel rooms, and a report on the weather there.
"Right, Milan." Tony said. I sighed loudly, and over exaggerated.
"Alright, alright but we can't run from this Tony." I teased, walking with him to the elevator, just this once I think I've climbed enough stairs. As we were walking Tony lightly threated our two fingers together and I softly smiled as he went on about the benefits of going to Italy right now.
I really did love this man.
I clutched the papers in my other hand, completely unaware of the problems they would cause when I read them.
Well, this is it guys. That's the last of this one. Do you think that maybe it was to fluffy? I wasn't sure but I wanted them to have a moment where she woke up, because I always hate it when people don't put the moment they wake up. I think that's just an opportunity wasted if you don't write it. Regardless, I've written enough of the Thor story that I'll be satisfied to put some of it up soon, and you know what that means, SEQUEL.
I'm so happy with this story, and I'm trying to fluff up a few chapters of the sequel where I kind of messed it up. It'll come out better I hope. I'm so happy with all of you for this story, and thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! I've only had this much for my Hunger Games story.
I'm just really happy with this story. I've always wanted to write this story, and when I first started, if you don't know this already, I had a very old laptop and that was it. I'd written the story and then my computer crashed and I lost it. It took me, I don't know, a year to get my hopes back up, and I'm happy I did. I struggled through at least five different types before I wrote this. I hope you guys loved it as much as me.
So again, thank you for reading and I hope you stick around for the sequel, which will be coming soon. (And by soon meaning I might even put it up tonight)
Can you do me a favor? *puppy eyes* Will you tell me what your favorite parts of the story were? Thank you!