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She called Tony's phone in a panic, not knowing what else to do. How could this have happened? "Tony, I need you!" 

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If there was anything Rumiko loved most about all the different holidays, it was the joy that Christmas seemed to bring. Nevermind that poinsettias were in season, and they were absolutely her favorite flower ever, but all the warm smells of spices and baking, all the cooler weather allowing for the cute scarves, and beanies. All the decor and lights were their own special categories. 

The holidays were the best. 

She thought she'd snuck off well enough to that she could do some shopping in peace for a few hours, but it was clear she had misjudged her timing she she heard her name being called from down the street. 

There were a lot of reasons why Tony hadn’t told Rumiko he was Iron Man. There was the big one: that he didn’t want her to be targeted by anyone trying to get at him. And there was always the possibility that they’d break up, that he’d be wrong about her. He hoped it wasn’t true, he didn’t think it was true. The part of him that ever let himself be hopeful thought that even if they did break up–and he had believed it was a when, not an if, because relationships just didn’t work out for him, and sooner or later she was going to get tired of all of his same mistakes and walk away–he wanted to believe she’d still keep his secret. But there was still the third reason: that knowing the truth wasn’t just dangerous. It was hard. 

There was a reason they said ignorance was bliss. Knowing meant worrying. Knowing meant imagining the worst. Knowing one day he wasn’t going to come back, no matter what he told her to the contrary. Because he was sure that was a when, too, not an if. One day, being Iron Man was going to kill him, but the way he saw it, he was already living on borrowed time. He should have died in that cave. Every breath after was a gift he’d have to give up sooner or later. Until then, the best he could do was try and make her happy. Because every second he spent with her definitely made him happy. 

He fell back onto the bed, laying next to the bag he should probably be helping her pack. But the exhaustion felt like a physical weight on his chest, like all the fighting and the working–and when was the last time he’d slept?–were finally catching up to him. He hid a yawn in his arm then looked up at her. Even upside down, she was beautiful. He slapped his own cheeks a couple of times to wake himself up then got back to his feet. “Okay, what’s left?” He nudged her hip lightly with his own. “Happy usually does this part for me.” Now that he thought about it, his sometimes driver, sometimes personal trainer, sometimes assistant, now head of security, Happy Hogan, probably deserved another raise. 

She had been keeping family secrets, basically since she was born. It doesn't seem like a big deal to keep another one. But this one felt more meaningful, in a way? Tony meant so much to her, and he allowed her to just be herself without worry of what the flack from her father was going to be. Rumiko appreciated that more than anything. Being herself in Japan was far from accepted. Kenjiro hated the bubbly, flirty side, and wanted her just to be the dutiful daughter, and she just couldn't do it. The way Tony looked at her, even though she was being goofy, and the way he knew gifts and quality time were totally her love languages, it amazed her. 

There was a new bruise rising on his left cheek, but it was nothing a bit of foundation couldn’t hide–he’d been getting good at that lately–and though it did hurt a little to smile, he couldn’t help it when he got Rumiko’s review. “I can take that.” He had been expecting at least a seven, and that was being generous. 

A quick glance at the bed and the half packed bag gave him another surge of hope. If she really didn’t believe in him, didn’t believe this could happen, that he could really follow through, she wouldn’t have bothered packing, right? He knew things weren’t great between them, but the relief of not having to lie to her anymore made everything feel more possible. Time might not be on their side, but at least there was nothing left between them, that biggest wall torn down. Of course, Tony had other walls–with commitment, with trust–but they were walls he was less aware of. As far as he knew, there was nothing he was hiding from her, no more lies he was actively keeping. 

“I cleared my schedule, and the plane is ready and waiting as soon as you are. It’s a long flight. You’ll have plenty of time to yell at me at 30,000 feet.” 

Rumiko was really on the fence about the whole Iron Man thing, even now that it had had time to settle in her head. It meant that he was putting its life on the line almost any time he stepped out of the house. Part of her was proud, because it was so on point for him. Taking care of people was almost ingrained in him as deeply as her defiance to the old Japanese traditions her dad tried to stick to.

Another small part of her was jealous, because he'd kept it from her for so long, but how many other people knew that he was Iron Man before she knew? 

The last part of her was scared. What would happen if she lost him? Would she be able to handle the grief? Who would take over for him? 

There were too many questions and she didn't have answers for any of them. 

She set the flowers aside, knowing she would have to get them into a vase after she was done packing for them. She set the flowers on the bed beside the bag while she rummaged around for clothes to take. "I'd be more mad, but you literally saved lives, how could I be mad about that? 

He wanted to be serious. He wanted to see through everything he’d just offered her–but mostly, he wanted to offer it without her looking so surprised. Or so doubtful. But he also knew that apologies only meant something when there was change to follow it up, and he didn’t know how to do that. He didn’t know how to find enough time in a day to be everything he needed to be, to be everywhere at once, and sooner or later, Rumiko was going to get tired of waiting around. Sooner or later, she’d find someone who showed up when he said he would. 

“I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and, though it was the last thing he wanted to do, called the Iron Man armor to assemble around him and flew out the window. 

Luckily, this threat didn’t take too long. Tony could have hugged the bad guy in question for allowing himself to be apprehended so quickly. He was back within an hour, landing on the roof and quickly disassembling from the armor as he hurried down the stairs and into the bedroom to find Rumiko again. He had spent most of the fight simultaneously on the phone, ducking shots to the head, while inside the armor, he working with Pepper to get everything cancelled for the week. She hadn’t been thrilled–nor had anyone whose meeting he’d pushed back–but he thought he’d managed it: seven uninterrupted days. Now, the world just needed to stay in one piece long enough for him to save his relationship. 

“On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you?” Tony handed her the bouquet of flowers he’d picked up on the flight home. 

She watched him leave with a quiet sigh. Was this what it would always be like? A better question was; could she handle it if it was? She had no way of knowing if he would be coming back any time he left. JARVIS, maybe… 

She pondered these things while she packed a bag for them, hoping he would be able to keep his promise this time. She also wondered if he was keeping anything else from her. Iron Man had been a pretty big secret, and Rumiko had really not taken it well at first.