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Tony Stark had to be in two places at once. The world or Pepper? Which would he save? He had gotten the very straight-forward message from Jarvis a while ago now, and had no idea what was going on. The war inside his mind caused him to panic and go into paranoia. Sweat creased his brow, rolling down his cheeks. The suit began to climb up his leg, defying the force of gravity, adding to the pressure of who he would tend to. The world, all 6-billion people, or his girlfriend whom he adorned and cherished?
Steven Rogers got the hint. "Go after Pepper." He said in that monotone serious American voice. One you would find in the military. Those strong features held a strong defiance in which meant that Tony had no choice. "I'll tell Fury. I will not let you loose a lady like I did." And with that, he turned on his brightly colored red boot and walked away.

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Charlotte stooped on her bed, reading silently. Her eyes surveyed the words in a steady flow of motion, word after word, until...
"Sunflower, come look! The petty Americans looking through files."
She sighed, flashing a middle finger as she put the book away and swung her legs over the bed side. Her eyes narrowed at that word. Sunflower. Ivan Braginski could be a pain sometimes, but she knew it was only because he was starved of interaction. She ambled down the stairs, almost tripping a few times. Charlotte looked up at the television screen. So they were. "Ivan if you call me that one more time I'll-"
The albino was pulled into a kiss. It didn't help that she was so small compared to the native Russian; therefore she had no real way to escape. If one couple dies, another arises. Who cared if their files were known, anyways? James Bond paraded around with a Russian girl with his file open to public! The Avengers were nothing more than petite figures compared to their forces.

Tony busted through the window, glass shard flinging everywhere. The man in iron swung his metallic fist towards the middle of Aldrich's spine, hoping to crack it. "Ba**ards like you don't belong here." Tony said threateningly.

"He had to," Steve argued as he feverishly walked next to Nick Fury. His aqua eyes were reduced to slits and his lips into a fine line. "Sir, I will not stand by. Either you listen to me or you have one less soldier on your team."
Fury sighed. "Why did I choose to do this?" He muttered to himself.

The adrenaline coursed through his veins. "Pepper, no...You can fight it. You're strong. You're my one and only. Remember the good times. Don't shoot. Take your hand and shoot this monster lying at my feet." Tony put his iron foot on Aldrich's arm. His enlarged brown eyes were pleading as he held the helmet in his arms.
...
The CIA director invited everyone to take a seat at a large marble table. He turned on the projector in which was connected to a computer . That computer contained everyone's files. "Let's take a look, shall we?"

{Early morning post has early morning muse}

Tony's suit began to reduce itself. Tony picked up Aldrich's body and threw it out of the 70 story window. He shrugged, running up to Pepper and bear-hugging her. "Pepper, you're amazing." He whispered kissing her nose. A smile spread like a virus on his safe.

"Dat is Tony Stark, rubbish." Charlotte murmured, looking through his file and his records. "Oh, he has a girlfriend. Let's kill her too."
"Da."

Tony grinned. "You just shot Aldrich Killian." But alas his grin did not last for long. "I'm sorry Pepper, I gotta go. Go to sleep. Jarvis will be on watch." Tony's suit proceeded to attach to his body. Before it came up to the helmet, Tony kissed Pepper one last time in for what could very well be weeks. "Bye. I love you." And with that, he was gone.

Charlotte had sharpened all of her knives. The long ones, the short ones, the jagged ones, and even the utterly useless ones. She buckled the belt tightly around her waist, and let the knives come out in her heels. An evil smile tugged at her features. "Oh, my dear Pepper," She cooed coldly, the type of cooing that made shivers go down your spine. Charlotte swiped her finger across the knife. "You don't know vhat's comink." The cruel red eyes dilated, glowing against the ghostly skin. "Tsk tsk." She grinned wolfishly, walking out of the room. "Ivan, you comink?" The girl pulled on her jacket. "Back to the winter wonderland." She hissed to herself sarcastically.

Everything was quiet. Charlotte and Ivan had made their way in quietly. Since Charlotte a ruler of the dead she could easily float. Ivan however was of the black magic branch and used it to his advantage.
"Send her a nightmare." Charlotte whispered into her earpiece, unhooking a knife from her belt. "Your into dark fantasy. Make it scary."
"Da."
>>The dream he sent her started out mystical. Pepper was in her quiet room, and then purple, shimmery mist curled through the air. Children's laughter filled the room, quiet and soft. And then blood came dripping through the walls. Now, baby's screams could be heard. Ivan had appeared in her dream, his purple eyes glorifying the moment. "You going to die soon, sunflower. Make it count, da?" He cooed, standing near the bed. The evil aura surrounded him and he kolled. Blood spattered his face and clothing and everything became dark.<<
If Pepper woke up, she would see a pair of scarlet irises peering through the door. "Good job Ivan." She opened Pepper's door silently, stalking inside.

"Bad dream?" Charlotte hissed, chuckling from her spot on the wall. She was leaning against it, twirling a knife in between her fingers. The bloodied irises stared deeply into the blue. Charlotte launched herself off of the wall, her knife-strung heels clacking against the floor. "Don't you wish Tony were here to save you?" She frowned in fake pity. Charlotte brought the knife closer to Pepper as she approached the bed.

Charlotte threw a knife. It landed near Pepper's neck. "No no, Pepper, dis is no dream." She jumped over the bed, unhooking another deadly weapon. "Tell me, Pepper, vho vas dis man in your dream? I am curious." She asked, tilting her head. The triangular blade glared hungrily in the moonlight. Charlotte liked to mentally torture her victims first before killing them slowly.

Charlotte grinned cruelly, bringing the blade down on the vein on Pepper's wrist. The hungry knife marked a thin red smile, and Charlotte hissed, "My, he sounds lovely."
At that very moment, Ivan appeared behind Pepper. The redhead bumped into him and he whispered, "Why the hurry? You like to have idiotic boyfriend save you da? Tell me, what makes you such an itty bitty kind Mees Pepper?"