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Lukewarm CoffeeRight now for those of you who don't know about me, god help you if you somehow didn't, is Tony Stark. Yes, of Stark International, picked it up after my dad, and Obadiah Stane, but that's a different story, if you don't know that one by now either...well, shame on you I guess.Lukewarm Coffee
Anyway, right now I'm rocketing about mach 2 or 3 or so over the United States, I do believe I'm somewhere over... Arkansas right now. I'm on a one way non stop flight to New York, and I've got about another hour before I'm late, I'm going to be late AGAIN, and one more time late. It's not even my fault really, I swear I gave her more than enough tim
by ~Pepperony
Struck DumbStruck DumbStruck Dumb
“Miss Potts, Mr. Stark wishes to see you in the garage.” A smarmy British voice announced quietly.
Pepper looked at the small window that had just popped up on her laptop screen. The words Jarvis had just spoken were sitting there as text, and her response was recorded as well. “What’s he need?”
“He didn’t say. According to him, you weren’t answering his calls.”
“He hasn’t called me…” Pepper pulled out her phone and checked for missed calls. Nope. Nothing.
“He seems to think repeatedly s
by ~Pepperony
On Thin IceOn Thin IceOn Thin Ice
There’s something about New York City in December that can’t be matched or really explained. The air still goes too-cold into your lungs, no matter how many scarves you wrap around your throat. People still shuffle over the sidewalk, shoulders pulled up around their ears, gloved hands stuffed in pockets, and grumpy features almost masked by the tugged up collars of wool coats.
Something that makes people do unexpected things. For example, Tony Stark found himself trudging through dark slush that might have once been a beautiful white dusting of snow, had the streets of New York not
by ~Pepperony
An Early ChristmasIt was Christmas morning.An Early Christmas
And a very sleepy-eyed Pepper Potts had been pulled out of bed by her employer’s phone call. At 4:30. In the morning. Her hair was a mess, she was sure. And the only thing she had clean was a rumpled t-shirt and some flannel pajama pants. And heels. It was an embarrassment just waiting to happen, but she thought she’d been on a short Christmas vacation. Mr. Stark had actually given her the weekend off, and it just so happened that the 25th coincided with that. She was going to have a real Christmas. No job, no flighty billionaire playboy to keep track of. Just the holiday, and Peppe
by ~Pepperony
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