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i mean CAN you come here please

Where are you? What's wrong?

[ Tony saying please? Something's not right... ]

Edited (Stupid html) 2012-02-02 16:38 (UTC)

workshop. nothing's wrong, just need to do something idk

no it's not you sticking your hand down my chest again

OK, hang on

[ A few minutes later, she walks into the workshop. ]

What is it?

[After his drunkfest with Bucky (where only he got drunk, really) Tony has just been out of it.]

Pepper, I'm not fine.

Yes, I can see that. What did you do?

[ After a moment, ] How much did you have to drink?

A lot?

[He's relatively sober, though, having spaced out his drinking and taking in a lot of water and being stuck with only his thoughts.]

Sorry, it's not really anything.

[Seeing her calms him, though, makes him realize what's actually important.]

[ Seeing that there's no real emergency, Pepper's nerves loosen into a detached sort of sympathy. This is not an unfamiliar situation, dealing with Tony the morning after a very drunk night. She pulls up a chair next to him, surreptitiously pulling out her phone to text an order to the nearby bakery for a dozen assorted donuts to be delivered to City Solutions. Once that's done, she puts her phone down and looks at him. ]

What can I do?

[He scoots his own chair closer, close enough to lean his head against her shoulder. Eyes closed, her presence is calming, a stability and reality in a very unstable and bizarre world.]

I don't know. Are you wearing that perfume you always have on? I guess not since we're here and not-- anyway, you should get something similar. I like it.

I'm not, but I'll go out and get some. [ Note to self: find out if they carry Estée Lauder anywhere in the city. If not, find something with notes of lily and jasmine.

She puts his arm around him and massages his shoulder lightly. When she speaks, her voice is soft and kind. ] Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Stark?

Don't tell him.

[Howard.]

Of course. I... I've introduced myself, but I didn't mention you.

[ She knows they're only delaying the inevitable, but if Tony doesn't want her to say anything, then she won't. She tries to think of a way to lighten the tension. ]

He hit on me, you know.

[Tony makes a face]

I never thought I'd say this. But he has good taste, at least.

Well, to be honest, he was not the Stark I would have preferred hearing it from.

That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

[He bats his eyelashes up at her, smiling in an attempt to appear innocent and angelic.]

[ She moves her hand from his shoulder to thread her fingers through his hair. She begins to turn her head towards him, as though to bury her face in it, but just then she's interrupted by a computerized voice with a British accent. ]

Excuse me, Ms. Potts, but there's a delivery for you at reception.

JARVIS? I wasn't expecting you here too. Just send them down please?

Yes, of course. Right away, Ms. Potts.

[Sometimes he really fucking hates JARVIS.

...not really. But right now, he is annoyed.]

Good ol' JARVIS.

[ Hopefully this delivery will make him less annoyed. Pepper extracts herself from around Tony and walks to the door of the workshop to pay the delivery boy from the bakery. Box of donuts in hand, she returns and offers them to Tony. ]

Here. This ought to cheer you up.

[He smirks.]

You know just how to make me smile. Cuddles and donuts. You shouldn't have.

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