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The Pole rolled his emerald eyes, shaking his head and walking out into the sun. "Oh my god, it's like, a miracle." Well, not quite, because Feliks was brutally thrown back into Natalia's disapproving arms by a smoke grenade. "Pieprzyć!" He cursed aloud.

charlotte cernohorský
"My, vhat have we here?" Charlotte cooed, stalking towards them. She shook her head, smiling. "Oh, my little Feliks. I thought you vhere my friend..." A little chuckle was echoed as she traced her nail on his shoulder. "Peggy Carter...did you have your funeral papers signed yet?" She tipped her head and looked to Natalia. "Nat, surely you got the message that Ivan hates you. He vants nothink to do with you, sweetie. It's a wonder why your last name isn't Braginski..." Charlotte ignored Natalia's fuming face as she turned towards Pepper. "Hi there, Pep. I'm sure Tony vould like to see how you're doink right now." The blonde slashed the red's arm leaving an angry red bruise.

♦ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ čᴇʀɴᴏʜᴏʀsᴋý♦

『"ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ."』

Pepper's dry comment didn't faze the terrorist. Six-foot giant? B*tch please, at least he doesn't need extensions to be that tall. The thought came quickly, and Charlotte had to tighten her jaw to hold the words back. To substitute, Černohorský let her rage flow out in a few swift notions. Her hand flew up to Pepper's chin rather brutally, her nails digging into the skin. Although Charlotte was shorter than the redhead she knew mortal combat and was more built. She harshly slammed Pepper against the cave's opening wall, glowering into the crystal blue eyes. The fake dominance was soon figured out. Fear was quite evident in the aqua orbs. The blonde narrowed her eyes and whispered in a deadly tone: "Vhis time, drahoušek, there will be no more chances. You vill not wake up after this."

♦ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ čᴇʀɴᴏʜᴏʀsᴋý & ɪᴠᴀɴ ʙʀᴀɢɪɴsᴋɪ♦

[color=white]The two loomed over the fallen redhead. "You're going to become one now, da?" Ivan hissed dangerously, looking over at Charlotte. "I bash her brains against wall now?" He asked.
"No." Came Charlotte's short reply. She squatted down beside Pepper, facing her. "She is weak; draw the pain out slowly. Do the honors so she may become one with death now, yes?"
They would have killed Pepper if they had time. Tony had thrown the crimson demon across the room, letting the taller Steve take down the violet monster. The chocolate brown eyes were almost in tears at the sight of his one and only. "Capsicle, take them down! I'll get Pepper." Tony than knelt beside her in the suit. "Pepper? Can you hear me? It's Tony."[color]

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Tony took his face plate off, gazing at her face with sympathy and utter worry. "Pepper, it's me. See, no weird accent. Pep, wake up." He took note of her injuries. She was weak, near starved, and had massive blood loss as well as some broken bones. Charlotte's claw marks were still quite evident on her face. Tony's eyes narrowed. How dare they hurt his baby like this. Put her in this state of horror. For God's sake, she just stared death in the face! Those b*sta*ds needed to die. Now. Tony hoped Capsicle would make the girl's a slow and painful death, and the Russian's an overly-painful one. He hoped to God Steve would. He looked over his shoulder to see Steve standing over two bodies, contacting SHIELD. But...they were breathing.
"What the hell Capsicle? Why didn't you kill them?" Tony asked.

sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs

Steve turned to Tony. "Son, a good soldier doesn't need to kill to win a battle." He replied, swiftly swiveling on his heel and glancing at Peggy Carter and the rest. "We need to bring everyone back to SHIELD."
Tony had exclaimed, "How can we trust them?".
It was Peggy who answered this question. "Howard's son, isn't it? Well, anyways, you can trust these people next to me. They've helped your Pepper get out of here."
Tony would have replied, but Coulson arrived with Fury. "C'mon, get your a**es in the car," Fury ordered. "Stark, take Pepper and fly your suit to the HQ."
And so, Tony took Pepper in his arms and flew off.

ᴛᴏɴʏ sᴛᴀʀᴋ

When he heard that exasperated, pained word come out of her mouth Tony made a decision. He switched paths and resumed navigating towards his mansion. Pepper couldn't undergo testing at SHIELD. She needed a warm house, comfortable bed, and most of all, her lover by her side. Tony would order food for her. His helmet glanced down at her injury-stricken face. "Shush, you're hurt. We're almost home, honey." It was the first time he had used that word. But right now, she needed comfort. A soft voice to lead her to wellness. Tony landed with a quiet thud near the house. The suit recoiled off of his body revealing his face. He still had Pepper in his arms, but he didn't attempt to let her walk up the stairs. Therefore he bridal-style carried her up the stairs and laid her in the bed. "Jarvis, order food."
Yes sir. The AI replied.

Tony was no Doctor, but he knew the basics of healing. After all, despite popular belief, he actually paid attention when Pepper helped take care of him after Afghanistan and New York. With a gentle look in his eyes he glanced back at his injured girlfriend, walking out of the room to gather supplies. He ambled aimlessly over to the downstairs bathroom, observing all of the available healing tools. Tony picked up a vast amount of gauze, band-aids, and pain relievers and wandered up the stairs yet again. But alas as soon as he set the objects down on the bedside table the doorbell began to hum softly.
"Hold on Pepper." Tony whispered, bounding down the stairs and opening the door. He basically thew a random assortment of money at the delivery boy and sprinted with the food back to his Pepper. Tony put the soup and tea down at Pepper's side, making a face. He wouldn't eat soup and tea even if he was starving. He preferred takeout. But it wasn't about him right now, it was about the woman he cared for every day, every morning, every night.
The man unwrapped the gauze and very slowly, his touch as light as a feather, began to wipe away the dried blood. The cuts and bruises slowly began to disappear as the anti-bacterial cleanser was placed upon her face. That beautiful face whom Tony adorned had returned to its gorgeous self. With a smile he kissed her cheek, slipping the pain relievers into her tea.

Tony smiled. "No need, Pep." A sigh was emitted from his vocal stream as his body circled the bed and plopped gently down upon it. He sat with his legs crossed beside Pepper, watching her intently through large owl eyes. She looked so tired. So hurt. So run-down. He wondered what SHIELD was doing with the two terrorists. They couldn't have executed them; he knew Fury, and Fury would have had their execution live on the television. He'd check in later. After all, Tony did, apparently, disobey Nick and go straight home instead of going back to SHIELD. A calloused hand went up to rub Pepper's arm. To ease away the worries, the pain, the memories. He wanted her to speak nothing of the capture. Nothing of it. Not of that night, ever. He wanted her to forget about the bad memories and focus on the good. As a matter of fact, if Pepper couldn't remember the good, he would make new memories with her. Ones to cherish. He smiled down warmly at her and her freckles.

"Pepper, can you sit up?" Tony paused for a minute, then quickly scraped the question. He reached for one of his old shirts and set it beside him. His arm curled around her back, easing her upwards. Cautiously he removed the tattered clothing leaving her in undergarments. Normally he would've had her kissing him by now, but he knew that this was not the time. Gently he took a cold, damp rag and washed her whitewashed skin with it. A hot shower wasn't recommended...Jarvis had told him that. Tony put her in his old shirt. "All better?" He asked hopefully with a smile.

[font=andale mono][color=white]Tony's face was illuminated with a wide silhouette of a grin. His dark irises were full of tenderness, love, and care. He slowly lowered his face down towards her's, lightly kissing her lips as if to prove that she was safe with him. That he loved her. That he cherished every moment they spent together. Although he never had time to show it, it was times like this that he proved to Pepper how affectionate he was of her. Tony pulled her into a hug, frowning. "Pepper, I missed you so much. I got so angry. I worried so much. You're the one thing I can't live without. I need you. And when you were taken from me I felt so mad, so guilty I wasn't there to save you. And when you came back to me it made realize how much I love you, Virginia. And to prove it..." Tony retreated from the bed, dropping down on one knee. He opened a box in which held a diamond ring. "...I know you're weak, but Virginia Potts, will you become my Mrs. Stark?"

Tony smiled. A genuine smile, the ones that make you get butterflies. "Come here, Mrs. Stark." He cooed lovingly, rubbing his thumb along the base of her eye to wipe the tears of happiness. Whilst embracing her, Tony slid the ring onto her finger, smirking. He kissed her, pressing his forehead against hers. The sun was setting, making the room glow a dark blue. His arc glowed a little bit brighter tonight. "It's bedtime." Tony whispered, changing and pulling the covers over Pepper and he.