Tony simply shakes his head. His hands quickly working to undo his watch, which he places on the nightstand on his side of the bed. There is a little ornate piece of furniture on top of it that holds his keys, sunglasses, watch, and wallet. It was something she insisted on getting him, to keep his things organized, so she didn't have to help him find his things every morning after he came strolling in at whatever hour leaving all his stuff littered all over the penthouse.
It was one of her many attempts to "civilize" him, or at least make him bearable to live with.
He effortlessly kicks his shoes off and is already working on his cuff links by the time she finishes her three movie proposition.
"Three movies, really Pep? You think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you that long? You know your comfy "Tony don't touch me" sleepwear is secretly my biggest turn on right?"
He places the cuff links down on the nightstand as well before sliding his way onto the bed. Those black curls somehow managing to stay elegantly disheveled even as he now looks up at her with his back on the mattress. He offers Pepper a playful wink, and toothy grin, before his gaze falls back to the projector screen in front of them.
"If we're trying for a threepeat movie marathon, the second movie is gonna have to be something good. I'm thinking something like Lethal Weapon, Mad Max, The Patriot, maybe Braveheart?"
He's joking of course, partially.
There were only so many romantic comedies a man could watch before he fell asleep.
"And to answer your question, I don't remember. I turned it on one day while I was working in the lab and... well I got to say it's definitely one of Tom Hanks best acting performances....
I still prefer Forrest Gump though."
At that moment he pulls off his best mock impression, reaching out to tickle her as he does.
"Me and Pepper were like peas and carrots."
