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          Snow and Tony had their rhythm. She'd help by handing him tools but she'd also made sure he ate something. She noticed that Tony wasn't very good at remembering to take care of himself so she would do it for him.

          The gadgets in the kitchen were strange but through the help of Jarvis, she was able to figure it out. Jarvis would even look up recipes for her to cook and she quite enjoyed it. It was a new thing and she liked learning them.

           But one day went terribly wrong.

            She had attempted to make breakfast really early so Tony would see it. But when she lifted a bag of flour, there must've been a rip in it and it went all over her. That was where Tony found her.

              "What...happened?" he asked as he bit his lip to keep from laughing.

             "It exploded," she crossed her arms in outrage with white flour completely covering her.

             He couldn't help it any longer and he started to laugh at how serious she looked. She looked offended at his laughter, "It's not funny."

              He was still laughing.

             "Tony..."

             "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he said as he walked over to her but he still let out a few chuckles.

                He grabbed a rag and wet it before wiping the flour from her face gently. "Thanks," she smiled up at him mischievously.

                   He furrowed his eyebrows before she quickly hugged him, smudging the flour all over him, "Now you can't laugh at me."

                 "You...are so going to get it," Tony said in warning...before he tickled her.

              "No, Tony," she laughed uncontrollably before she ran away from him.

               He quickly caught up with her and picked her up from behind with a smile, "Say you're sorry."

              "No," she giggled.

              "You leave me no choice..."

               "No," she quickly turned around in his arms with a smile as she didn't want to him to tickle her again. "I'm sorry."

               "Good call, Snowflake," he smiled down at her in amusement.

              His arms were still wrapped around her waist and they made her safe as she felt butterflies. Tony started to realize how close she was with her chest pressed against his.

               She noticed Tony swallowed harshly as he began to search her face like he'd done before. She wondered what he was thinking about.

              "Snow..." he whispered in a deeper, husky voice as it was tinged with something, what she didn't know how to pinpoint. Desire.

             "What on Earth happened to you two?" Pepper came upon them.

               Tony let go of Snow and stepped back as he scratched his head before pointing at Snow, "Uh, it was her fault."

               Snow glared at him, "It was not my fault. It was the bag..."

              "Oh, you two..." Pepper muttered. She had her hands full.

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On another day, she brought Tony lunch downstairs. She made him stop what he was doing and eat it or else it would just be left there all day untouched.

"I'll be over there in a minute," he said once she set his food on the table and sat down.

"Tony Stark, you will stop what you're doing and come over here," she said in a stern voice.

Tony stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. He put down his tools and walked over to the table, "So demanding."

But he nevertheless pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head before he grabbed his food, "Thanks, Snowflake."

While he ate, she looked through the magazines that were on the table. They were all car magazines and she gave a questioning look to Tony, "Would you teach me how to drive?"

"How to drive?" he repeated before a thought popped in his head and he smirked. "That is excellent idea, angel. In fact, I'll teach you today...."

_____

They were sitting in one of his nice, expensive sports cars. Except she was sitting in his lap in the driver's seat. His arms were very comfortable wrapped around her waist.

"Are you sure I'm supposed to sit in your lap?" she turned her head slightly to him.

"Snow, when am I not sure?" he said. "Plus, if something goes wrong I can take over easily. Relax."

"Okay..." she turned her head back to view the driveway. "What am I supposed to do?"

"First, you put in drive," Tony took her hand and guided it to the gearshift. It completely engulfed hers and she liked feeling the warmth of his hand on hers.

Tony taught her like that the whole time. He would guide her hand to wherever it was supposed to be and his other hand stayed on her waist. He couldn't even believe he was getting away with this with her so close he could feel every curve she had. That's when he knew for sure: he was going to Hell but he felt like it was worth it.

_____

When he was nearing completion of the project, Snow had fallen asleep at the table in the workshop one evening. Tony had noticed when he asked for a tool and she didn't respond.

Tony regarded with her amusement before he got up and scooped her up gently into his arms so he wouldn't wake her. He carried her upstairs and to her room.

He placed her in the bed and tucked her under the covers. Before he left, he noticed a piece of paper sticking out from underneath her pillow. He pulled it out to find it was the drawing of himself.

Tony looked down at her fondly before he slid the drawing back under her pillow. She was honestly the best thing to happen to him. He never felt alone anymore and he had always felt that way.

"Sleep tight, angel," he said softly before he left her room to continue working on his project because he couldn't sleep. But at least one of them did. He was just glad it was her.

_____

A couple days later, she finally worked up the courage to tell Tony her secret. She had decided that she trusted him unconditionally and that he'd still like her even if she was strange.

She fumbled with her hands as she approached Tony in the workshop. He noticed how nervous she was as he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Like this is a secret," she gestured to his new suit. "I have a secret, too."

"Okay, so what is it?"

Snow merely grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs to her room. She let go of his hand and picked up one of her flower pots before she turned to him shyly.


"So...what am I supposed to be looking at?" he said in confusion.

"Shh," she pressed a finger to his lips. "Just watch."

She looked down at her red marigold flowers before looking up at Tony as she willed them to grow taller and bigger. Suddenly, they did. But it wasn't just the ones in her hands but also in the flower pots behind her.

Tony felt his jaw drop as his eyes went so wide in shock. She let the feeling go and the flowers returned to normal before she put the flower pot down.

She looked at Tony nervously as he still hadn't said anything and he always loved to talk. He just kept looking at her to the flowers and over again. "Well...say something."

"So you are a Disney princess..."

"You...still think so?" she said in surprise.

"Why would I not?"

She flung herself at him and hugged him tightly as she uttered in a small voice, "You don't hate me?"

"No, I don't hate you," Tony assured as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm pretty sure you're an alien but I could never hate you. Why would this even make me hate you?"

"I don't know," she said quietly. "Because it's weird."

"Well, I happen to like your type of weird, Snowflake," he promised as he laid a chaste kiss on the top of her head.


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