'One of these days, Tony...' Pepper thought to herself as she flew down the stairs to his workshop.
He had left again.
Pepper stood there, dressed up in a nice black cocktail dress, her hair pulled back and her face looking none too happy to be left hanging again. Pepper entered the code and let herself in. The scent of him still lingered as she glanced off to see the garage, his usual means of exit, still open. Pepper set her small clutch bag down on the nearest table and pulled up a stood to sit down. Who she she kidding? She was dating Iron Man, saving the world would always be his priority. And that was fine, understandable. She didn't want a date night to end up meaning the death of innocent people. Yet, at the same time, she hated to be second fiddle to something else. That was also understandable. Being first or second meant having to carry some burden and Pepper's shoulders were only capable of carrying so much.
Not to mention, Tony Stark, the man behind Iron Man, had left her in charge of running his company which had just changed its stripes so to speak, in order to shed the negative image it made for itself in the past. "JARVIS, please close the garage, it's freezing enough down here as it is." She requested, her tone a bit snippy as she tried not to add this to the tally of missed lunches or date nights gone wrong. She had arrived at his Malibu home, driving from her small but rarely used apartment in L.A, to hear the all too familiar rush of his take off. By the time she ran down to catch him, she found it too late. She dug out her phone and waited to see if he would even call to explain, let alone apologize. While Pepper knew his job was important, it was one he took on himself so he had some of the blame for turning himself into some superhero.
Things were settling down though. After the occurrence at the Stark Expo, there wasn't a lot to do, not a lot who needed saving. So that's when she and Tony decided to finally embark on their relationship. The two had been fumbling around one another for quite some time so it was only a matter of time before they both cracked under pressure and gave in. Sadly, that magical moment had to be shared by their best friend Rhodey. After that, they decided to work things out. Pepper was tasked with repairing the damage done in New York while also juggling the new campaign ad that showcased the newly remodeled Stark International. They didn't actually get to go on an official date until a week after kissing one another on the roof. During that suspending period of seven days, the redhead sometimes found herself questioning if the event had actually happened or if she was losing her mind.
Working for Tony Stark would drive anyone mad, even the talented and patient Pepper Potts.
And now, four weeks into their rocky relationship, the pair had been on a total of six successful dates, well five since one of them had gone almost uninterrupted if it weren't for JARVIS informing them of the press locating their secluded picnic spot. So with that slight warning, she and Tony had to hustle back to his car to flee the scene. Even though she knew what she had been getting into, it was still frustrating to no end. Time was already hard to come by, but to add the stress of paparazzi, tabloids and the public weighing in on her new relationship with the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist was a lot to handle. The CEO had a hard time in recent days as Tony had even taken to drinking more often than usual. Whenever she made her discomfort clear, he would brush it off and say she had nothing to worry about when in reality, she had too much to worry about. He wasn't being fair at all.
In order to combat her exceedingly small role in her boyfriend's life, she decided to take extreme measures. She started to plan with JARVIS and it wasn't too hard to get the shop to herself whenever Tony was off drinking or shirking responsibilities. Her plan was to make her own suit and to carry some of the weight of being a superhero. Pepper wasn't much of a fighter like Natasha but she knew she could do something. She had to do something, for not just Tony's sake, but her's as well. For weeks the suit was being built. It had the color scheme of purple and silver. It was sleek and feminine but still packed a punch. After mulling over her duty and personal ideals, she came up with the title of Rescue. As she cradled her phone in her hands, the tv flipped on to the news. "Not so subtle JARVIS." She muttered, a smirk gracing her ruby lips.
Her blue eyes glanced to see Iron Man flying up to a plane that seemed to be flying out of control. Already she could tell something was amiss. 'Tony?' She stood up and neared the tv screen. He was fumbling and soon all of her anger faded away as she ran over to where her suit was hidden from Tony's controls. "JARVIS!" She called out as he unveiled it and she stepped in, not even bothering to kick off her black heels. Pepper suited up. 'This isn't how I pictured my maiden voyage going.' She thought as JARVIS went over some sort of safety protocols which she ignored and just asked for the coordinates to be given so she could head off and catch up with Tony before someone died. It took only a minute before she was over Kansas where the plane was plummeting. "Tony!" She called out as she flew to the nose of the plane and caught it. She had no idea what he was doing but managed to slow the plane down and set it in a field.
She caught her breath and flew back as she saw the people getting out safely. "Tony?" She looked around. 'Where could he be?' She remembered smelling a very faint hint of whiskey in the lab but she didn't think he'd be foolish enough to drink and flew in his suit. Though his last birthday bash was a poor example of his responsibilities. "Tony?" She called out again. Her worries were quelled when she saw him sprawled out in the field. Hurrying over, she lifted her head plate and tapped on his. She looked over her shoulder to see people taking pictures with their phones but she just focused on her man.
The world was very new to him. Maybe not the world, but the decade.
Hell, even the century was new to him.
Steve Rogers was no ordinary man.
He was an engineered super solider who was born on the iconic 4'th of July in the also iconic, city of New York. Technically it was Brooklyn but it was still New York, his home. He was the frail son to two Irish immigrants, which was why he was so pale and golden haired. He grew up in the 1920s and 30s. he enjoyed his life, despite the numerous run ins he had with bullies. He had no idea why he had such a target on his back for confrontations but he never backed down. It wasn't in his nature to do so. Steve Rogers never backed down, how could he? His parents were proof that you could never give up, that you could make any dream come true. The patriotic blond tried to work out, tried to defend himself. Yet the only ally he could get hold of was Bucky. Bucky was his biggest supporter, even when they joked, Steve knew his friend had his back.
It was that kind of loyalty that fueled Steve to want to enlist in the army so he could defend the home he loved. He hated bullies, he hated people picked on anyone. It just wasn't right, it wasn't American to let people hurt one another. So in his mind, if he could find a way to enlist and end the war, then he would be doing his duty as an American citizen. So he tried and tried again but to no avail. While he was in now way about to give up, a chance fell into his lap and he took it. He took it and there was no turning back. The experiment he agreed to plunge into turned out to be a success. Steve was grateful for the opportunity to become an icon, a beacon of hope for the weary people as the war trailed onward. The male's life changed after that.
After he made the giant gesture of righting a wrong on the streets, there was definitely no turning back. He was an instant hero and people fell in love with him. Considering his slightly soft spoken nature, the limelight wasn't the most comfortable place for him to be in. Even so, if it would help the war effort, then so be it. He did a lot of tours and helped promote the purchase of war bonds. Deep down, he didn't feel like he was utilizing his abilities as best he could. There wasn't a lot he could say or do, he was happy for his new role in the aiding of America but his friend Bucky was the real hero. While getting deeper into the role, he met a young woman by the name of Peggy Carter. She was very beautiful, she had been with him since day one, and he couldn't help but find her attractive in more ways than one.
But thanks to his lack of social skills, he only fumbled his words when it came to talking to her.
Of all of Captain America's possible weaknesses, it had to be a beautiful woman who was clearly too independent to give him the time of day. Still, he would try to be respectful of her while keeping an eye out for her. Along the way, however drama seemed to creep up. And without even meaning to, he ended up pushing Peggy away even further. When he got word that Bucky's unit was lost. This was the last straw to break the camel's back. Steve had to see battle, he had been itching to for so long. He was done sitting on the sidelines and taking pictures and preforming on stage. He needed to get out into the real war zones and make a different. He gathered up his men and dropped behind enemy lines.
After having rescued his friends and the others, he knew there was one last thing he had to do. There had been unfinished business when it came to HYDRA. The effort to finish the evil once and for all left several scars on Steve's memory. He pictured never getting to dance with Peggy, seeing Bucky fall off the train. He was just thankful that the last the few moments of his life were thinking of those he loved and those he had to lose in order to save the world. He would do anything for his country and it meant little to him if he died so that millions of others could live. He briefly thought of his past and the future he would never get to have as he flew into the icy water. He closed his eyes and felt a sudden and unfamiliar surge before blacking out.
The next seventy years passed and when Steve opened his eyes, he was quite surprised to see he was home. Well not home, but in a safe environment. And it was warm. He sat up and listened to the radio but something just wasn't right. He jumped out of bed and ran out but instead, his whole reality broke down right before his eyes. He ran out and found himself smack dab in the middle of a brand new New York City. He spun around, finding all the lights and sounds and smells so distressing. Before he could pass out, he was approached and led back inside where things were explained to him. Director Nick Fury described the situation, how he had been asleep for so long and how the world would need him again soon. Fury then offered him a place at SHIELD.
Considering he didn't have anywhere else to go, no one to see, he agreed. He had woken up two weeks ago and he was still keeping to himself. He had his own gym and bunk in the main SHIELD office in New York City. Id he ever ventured out into the hallways, people either avoided eye contact or just stared. Steve had never felt more alone in his life. Not to mention useless. His family was gone, his friends, his love. Everything. Was he grateful for living? Yes. 'I just don't what to do.' He thought sadly as he entered Fury's office, having been summoned. "You called me in sir?"