is this where I would put asks for your prompt list? 31 sounds very Winteriron to me :) and I can't remember if you ever do Pepperony, but 71 totally sounds to me like something Tony would say to Pepper.
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but being with you isn’t one of them.”
Pepper’s voice was unusually urgent, but it still didn’t quite get his attention. Lately, all her voice noises had been urgent. If it was really important -- that is to say more important than his development for these inteli-crops and getting them into the field before more people starved to death in the aftermath of the Snap -- she’d throw a shoe--
“Ow!” The shoe hit him in the head and it wasn’t even one of her sexy high heels, but oh, god, when had his wife started wearing Crocs? Ug.
He looked up. “Yes, honey?”
Pepper was staring at him from the doorway. “Have you heard a word that I said in the last ten minutes.”
Tony scrunched his face up. “Uh, I’m pretty sure the answer to that should be yes, but it’s not.”
Pepper continued to glare at him. “Do you remember what we talked about?”
“Many things, Pep, and I really think I almost have a breakthrough here, for the--”
“Tony! Focus. Specifically, what I said when I said December was going to be very important this year?”
“Uh, you said you needed my help around the house,” Tony said, which was true. The house had been tiny, comparative to the other places where Tony had lived, but there was no staff, and there were a lot of household chores that needed to be done. These days, it wasn’t like he could just throw out dishes rather than washing them.
So, he was learning. He ran through his chores list; dishes, trash was out, he’d mowed the lawn (okay, so technically, the Stark Line Auto-Mower-Raker SLAMr for short had done it, but he designed the damn thing, so technically, it counted, right?) and he’d swept the floor in the kitchen. He was caught up on chores before he started tinkering around.
Tony grimaced. “Give me a minute, I’ll find it.”
The problem with being a genius is that people expected you to just know things. What they didn’t realize was that Tony’s brain was so crammed full of stuff, and very little of it was organized, that he had to send a search team out if someone asked him his birthday.
Wait, wait… birthday? Birth…
“Oh, shit, you said I needed to pay attention because--” He actually looked at Pepper, letting his eyes do the screen refresh to actually see her, rather than just his most recent memory of her. God, she was huge, when did she get so… “pregnant!”
“Not for much longer, which is what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“It’s time to go to the hospital?” Once he’d accessed that file, he was on target. It was still a few days early, but the doctor said that happened a lot, either early or late, no one ever delivered on their due date. But they’d done all the classes and Tony had done a lot of research, and while he was at it, he went ahead and took the classes for Obstetrician -- he would likely never actually need the information to be a baby doctor, and he certainly didn’t have the time for residency or, in fact, the bedside manner to actually be an OB-GYN -- but it wasn’t all that hard.
“All right,” Tony said. “Bags packed? Did you have a snack? You know they won’t let you eat when you’re there, so have something to eat now.”
“I had a snack, Tony, thanks,” Pepper said. “Bag’s by the door. I need you to drive, and to tell me that having a baby isn’t a mistake, in this crazy world, I mean, what were we thinking, Tony?”
“Pepper? Honey? I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but being with you-- having a baby with you? That wasn’t one of them. So, let’s go have her. I’ll drive.”
“Also, I’m throwing out these shoes, they’re terrible, if you need comfortable shoes, I can find something else--”
Tony knew that. He didn’t know why she did, but he was grateful that she did.
“I love you. And you--” he told Pepper’s huge belly. “So, do me a favor. Quick, relatively painless? I’d like to be back here by Monday, okay?”
“I don’t think she’s taking requests right now, Tony, can we please hurry?”
“I’m on it. Grab the bag, I’ll meet you in the driveway.”
Pepper nodded, and Tony grabbed the keys.
