have it all, lose it all || pepper & tony
Place: Avenger Tower, New York City Date: 7th July 2015
Behind. For the first time in her life, Pepper Potts is behind.
Sure, the company has had its fair share of getting backed up here and there, but it was never anything that Pepper couldn’t handle. Few days time and she’d have everything right back to where it was. Hell, that was why Tony promoted her to CEO in the first place.
Even just the thought of his name was a distraction in itself. Peace—it brought her peace amongst stress. God, would she give the world just to be with that bit of peace at the moment. Anything to steal her away from the mound of folders neatly piled at the corner of her desk, filled with packets and little Xs to sign her name.
Her eyes flickered from the paperwork to the watch on her wrist. 5:13. He should have returned to the tower around 35 minutes prior to then. She wouldn’t know, though, since he hadn’t stopped by her office to see her.
Like she specifically instructed him to do. Because she has work to do. Weeks of it.
Boy, did she miss that snarky, little friend of hers. Believe it or not, JARVIS really was the backbone of the company.
She looked at her watch again. 5:14.
Dropping her pen down on the paper abruptly, Pepper sat back in her chair, tilting it as far away from the desk as she could get it. “Alright, Pep,” she said aloud to herself, pulling up the next day’s agenda on her desktop, “It’s either a late night tonight, or an early morning and late night tomorrow…”
She stared at the agenda for a moment before quickly exiting out of it, standing up from her desk and grabbing her coat in the process. It had been 4 and a quarter days—or more precisely, 102 hours and now fifteen minutes—since she’d seen Tony last. She wasn’t exactly down to waste another minute.
Closing up her office, however, took another two, as she shut down her computers and packed up her things. Getting to the elevator and waiting for it to reach her floor took another three. In her thirty second elevator ride, she planned it out perfectly: knowing Tony, he’d be in his workshop already, so all she had to do was put on a pot of coffee, change while it brewed, make both of their coffees in their respected ways, and meet him down in his shop. Easy as pie.
The elevator doors opened and she began her beeline to the kitchen when—wait… Looney Tunes? On a Tuesday afternoon? She stopped and turned to its source, her face falling flat as she saw Tony on the couch, covered in snacks and grease and comfort to every degree.
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