And I Will Try to Fix You...|Closed|Itsthepepperpotts
In the aftermath of the Mandarin incident, Tony had returned to New York with Pepper to space his time between studying Extremis and being close to her. He spent his days working on finding a way to clear up her affliction or transform its structure, so it would be a regular help rather than a hindrance, and his nights struggling to sleep.
Again today, he had brought her up to the laboratory for testing after breakfast. She wanted him to go get some rest, but he'd insisted. Not working on the conundrum wasn't an option for him.
Somehow he had won, so there they were, Pepper sitting back in one of the lab's chairs with various thin cables hooked up to her arms and Tony sporting a cup of espresso in hand as his fingers danced diligently on a computer keyboard.
He glanced at her, offering a slight half-smile of reassurance. "We're gonna get you better, Pep. Might even be today. I worked a new algorithm into the structure of this stuff just now and it's showing a lot of promise so far."
