It's all right, Tony," Pepper's voice soothed him, pulling his attention to a nearby chair. "SHIELD stopped him in time." She stood up and handed him the front section of the newspaper. Hammer didn't warrant a headline or an above the fold mention, but there in the lower left corner was an article about a car accident leaving him in critical, but stable condition.Reading the damned thing seemed to exhaust him, and he sighed. "Any idea how long the effects of the drug will last?" Never gone through heat before beyond the pseudo-heat caused by the onset of puberty, and he did not like it. At all."At least four more days."Alarm swept through him. "I can't lose four more days.""Yes, you can." She handed him two more documents. One told him that he'd gotten married during the night to no less than Steve Rogers. The other was a contract releasing all rights to … anything that had anything to do with Tony – his name, his company, his wealth, his property, his body everything. He held in his hand an omega's wet dream, not to mention his attorney's, all signed and notarized. So why did he look at it and see nothing more than the loudest 'don't call me, I'll call you' brushoff of the millennium?