He had said those words, but she didn't know if she could believe it.
"..."
Cassandra simply remained silent, clutching her chest and struggling to trust in the only person she could trust, the man before her.
"I won't throw you away, Cassandra... come, I'll prepare something for us." He beaconed for her to come to the kitchen, the lady simply followed him in silence and watched him prepare some sandwiches.
"So... your name is Tony Stark." A little ashamed she decided to try and learn more from the person that was taking care of her.
"Yes."
"Thank you for saving me."
"I didn't save you, your body did... you crashed on my house heavily injured." He decided to ignore the millions of dollars in damages, it is not like she could do anything about it.
"I can't remember what happened, but my waist still hurts a little... so, aside from cooking, what else do you do?" The beauty struggled to keep the conversation, trying to learn more things about him.
"Well, I'm not a cook per se, but we need to eat. I am an up and coming inventor and engineer, Tony Stark at your service, my lady" He gave a brief, thankfully 'playboy' wasn't a profession.
Instead of coming out with a common answer such as vehicles, and gadgets, Cassandra was thinking about something else.
"So you develop equipment?" She asked with shiny eyes and a slight giggle at his swag.
"Y-Yes?" He thought 'equipment' wasn't a common word to use in this context, even if it wasn't incorrect since he technically created weapons.
'I wonder if I should call Pepper, between ladies they might understand each other better, perhaps there are also things that she won't tell me but will tell her.'
He and Virginia had a rather complicated relationship... she had feelings for him, he had feelings for her, but it couldn't be... business, inventions, life and death... too many things in between.
'Because I am going to die'.
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He finished the sandwich, simple with cheese, tomatoes, lettuce and ham... the pair sat on the counter and ate together.
"This is delicious, thank you~" Cassandra ate her sandwich happily, too happy for an Alien that just crashed through someone's millions-worth garage.
"Can you recall nothing at all? if so... do you know how to sort yourself out?" He asked something important.
"What do you mean?" Naturally, she didn't understand what he meant, sort herself out?
"Do you know how to clean yourself? prepare your dishes, etc...? survive?" He was an inventor and multimillionaire twenty-four-seven, the danger of death aside, that's what he did and he didn't have time to be cooking, cleaning and tidying her up.
As much as cleaning her sounded alluring, he couldn't do it and Jarvis wasn't advanced enough to do it either.
"I know how to... survive... k-kill?" a light woman mumbled, holding her head, but that last word was enough to light up his alarms again.
!!!!
She just said 'kill' all of the sudden!
"Kill... novas?" Cassandra felt that pain again and decided to stop, eating this sandwich was way more pleasurable and delightful than trying to remember.
"What is a nova?" His tonality raised a little.
"I don't know... sorry, every time I try to remember, my head hurts." The blonde dismissed her memories and focused on savouring this sandwich.
"Then don't try, what I meant was... can you, you know? tide yourself up and clean yourself? if you can't I can call someone to help you... I am a man, I can't help you with those things." He said while eating his own sandwich.
Hearing his concern, a smile popped up in the lady's beautiful visage, cute enough due to the bit of mayo on the side of her cheek.
"I can, thank you, T-Tony..." Seeing that he had been addressing him by name all along, she tried to do the same, ending up blushing in the process.
'Hey don't blush on me like that or I...' He sighed and continued to eat his sandwich, it was almost time to sleep anyway.
"Do you define yourself as a woman, Cassandra?"
"Huh, yes...?"
"Just since you're an Alien, I'm just asking..." He said, looking down... she defining herself as something else would explain why she's so open and doesn't care about approaching him despite the fact that they have not known each other for long, but... that's not the case.
"Yes, I am a woman, and you're a kind man..." She smiled and the way she said that sounded a little, alluring.
Silence reigned for the rest of the night in which she portrayed that an alien didn't seem to know the human rules pertaining to space, privacy and to some extent, shyness... her golden eyes remained glued to his as if she wanted to discover the mysteries of the universe in them.
He didn't know if he should feel scared, flattered... or downright infatuated.
'I didn't finish the reactor's scheme and I need to go to Monaco in a week.' Trying to deviate his attention he thought about the many things there were to be done, if he has bad luck perhaps he'd have to give a conference explaining the whole vibrator thingy.
'I might be called to court again if the jury fails on me, which I don't believe will happen, you and your pathetic tech are so done little Justin~, hammer deez-' Before his profane thought finished, the AI had some input to say.
[Regarding the vibrators, sir... you could say it is a new addition to your suit... to massage your butt, nobody will know.] Jarvis, little Jarvis, as helpful as always.
"What a splendid idea, Jarvis... that would have worked if you hadn't said there were two."
[But you have two buttcheeks, sir.]
*PFT!*
"..." He was about to yell back in outrage when he caught upon the sight of the blonde giggling.
Cassandra was laughing.
"Tony, what is a vibrator?"
"See? you're corrupting the beauty. It's nothing you must know, Cassandra, please, stay pure." He joked, but then he felt her touch his hand.
"Can I stay with you? until I can remember...?" Thankfully, Cassandra was oblivious to his thoughts, she grasped his hand softly and asked with hope.
"You can stay with me but it won't be easy, Cassandra... I am a man I might need to tell someone about you, but I'm worried how they will react, you're well, you know... an alien." He patted her hand before moving to the fridge to get some juice.
"I'm... a Pandora." She said, still with a voice of confusion.
"You recalled that? yeah, sounds kinda alien to me, here, have some orange juice, Mrs Pandora."
The two drank together, looking at one another, 'I can't get enough of her eyes... Tony, she's an alien...' he broke up visual contact after that thought, alas, his mind wouldn't stop.
'A hot big breasted alien.' He countered.
'But an alien nonetheless...' His rationality countered back.
'Extremely hot blonde nonetheless...' But his mind delivered a decisive blow.
'I hate fucking pre-mortem mating instincts, men that are going to die... do they think with their dick or what?!' He cursed inwardly at himself.
'You're always thinking with your dick, Tony. What do you expect?' His rationality retorted.
'Okay, my subconscious officially betrayed me and is doing whatever it wants, perfect.'
...
"I won't cause you trouble, Tony... promise..." Cassandra walked up to him and took his hand again, she thought that she didn't want to be a deadweight to the person that was willing to help her in such a vulnerable situation.
In fact, she wanted to help Tony but didn't know how...
'He is an inventor and engineer, how can I help him?' She wondered; something difficult for someone with amnesia.
"... Okay, I'll try to do something..." He sighed, willing to give this girl a second chance, she's not evil, just a lost alien girl.
With his connections getting her documents wasn't going to be difficult, the problem is that he is a high-profile individual, he couldn't make something up like 'a foreign sister that just came out of nowhere'... everyone would know it is fake, especially those that have researched him nonstop like some paparazzi mad lads.
"Something has to be done..."