( ! ) OOC
Debating if I should resurrect this account.
Think I’ve finally replied to the people I owed.
Did I miss anyone?
Does anyone want to play with Evil!Pep?
“I’m wounded by that implication, you know, I actually do work. I just take issue with spending my valuable time with a pen in my hand, rather than doing something actually useful.”
Useful in this situation, standing in as his own personal impression of fun.
He let his gaze rest dubiously on her, but didn’t make to steady her once more. In his experience, when a woman said she was fine, you either accepted it, or you dealt with a lecture on how woman weren’t delicate little flowers.
“Which, in turn, has you haranguing me,” He pointed out, “You’re making a cycle of abuse, Pepper,” He murmured, mulling over the deal with a look of deliberation, “Fine, but—and this is the important part—I don’t actually have to concentrate on the meeting. In fact, consider me a reluctant and not actively participating guest on that particular event.”
“It wouldn’t be a cycle, Tony, if you simply gave me an answer when I asked for one.” She rolled her eyes, not in the mood for his attempts to pin everything on her. Work may be part of her stress, but he was certainly the main reason for the pounding in her head — especially today.
The idea of going away with Tony for a whole weekend wasn’t as wonderful as many would think. If Pepper really wanted to relax, she would take a few days for herself, seclude herself some where, but that wasn’t possible. The Order would never allow it, for one, and, honestly, neither would Tony — not that he would ever admit it. Barely a few hours into her brief vacation and she ‘d get a call from one or the other. So to get around that possibility, she had to vacation with Tony.
Hopefully, it would be less painful than being bombarded by phone calls.
“Very well. You can play games on your phone for all I care, so long as you are present. I’m hoping that simply seeing you in a seat will be enough to appease the board for the first five minutes.” She breathed slowly out through her nose, hand returning to her head for a few seconds before smoothing through her hair.
“So where would you like to go, Tony? The house in Dubai? The London flat? Or just rent out an entire hotel in Venice?” She shot him a look as she leaned back against one of his workstations.
He smiled at her as he sat down on the couch and placed his hands gently on his slacks, rubbing them a bit on his knees as he looked around the place. His blue eyes moving from wall to wall. ” Oh well a water would be swell please if you don’t mind Pepper. Sorry for such the formalities, its just the military man in me I suppose.” He bit the inside of his cheek and clasped his hands together as he didn’t want to disturb anything. ” Oh well that sounds wonderful, Mr. Stark is a busy man, I hope he is not working you too hard, oh Me? I am doing just fine Miss Potts, the world isn’t ending and no one has tried to kill me yet today. So I say that I have been successful so far.” he chuckled a bit to himself at the lazy joke.
“Water it is then,” she replied, making her way towards the kitchen. As she moved to grab a glass form one of the high cabinets, she continued to listen to his responses and address them accordingly. “It’s perfectly all right, Steve. I can understand how it may be awkward to transition from formalities to something more personal. Took me quite a while before I finally addressed Tony by his first name — and then it was only because he made me so mad that I used his full name.” One hand opened the fridge while the other pulled out the jug of water, pouring the liquid into the empty glass upon the counter before replacing it and closing the door. Then curling her fingers around the glass, she brought it into the living room, placing it down upon the coffee table.
“I’d say that is extremely successful,” she commented, a smile spreading across her lips in support of the joke he was making. She then swept her hands across her rear before sitting down upon the couch opposite of him. “Was there a particular reason for your visit, Steve, or was this just a pleasant social call?”
“The pleasure is mine, Ma’am.—That’s..exactly what I wantd to talk about with you…”
“I mean, not that Tony isn’t here but…Tony. I hoped I’d find you alone…”
“You want to talk about Tony… with me?”
( She looked at him curiously, head tilting ever so slightly. )
“I’m not entirely sure of the information I can provide you with, Steve, but I will do my best to answer any question you have for me. What is on your mind about Mr. Stark?”
Had a sewing party with my friends this weekend to get ready for Dragon*Con
Picked up my sewing machine from the repair shop.
Planned on 100% sewing my Avengers Black Widow suit and only having the accessories left.
Machine breaks again after an hour.
So much for sewing this weekend.
SO MUCH WORK. SO LITTLE TIME.