This dance is for imjustdriven, and no one else. So there.
Even when 'difficult past few months' is a reigning understatement, Tony still couldn't shake the suspicion he may or may not get slapped. And maybe it was paranoia, but with his behavior over these 'difficult past few months', maybe it was justified. Maybe that temptation to have Pepper grab an umpire's mask and one of those sumo suits for him to take along wasn't quite as stupid as he thought at first.
It was possible.
But he couldn't avoid forever. And that was the point. It was what had brought him here and now, feeling like a funeral dirge followed him from the house all the way to her door.
He could do better. Tony could spout that, and a million other things, but they might go unheard. He might not even be given the chance. She might pick now to slam the door in his face. Pepper and Rhodey were on their way to forgiving him, and Nick Fury had gotten his fair share of verbal bitchslaps in, but she could choose to be different.
It'd be a first, but stranger things had happened. He could attest to that.
This was oddly offputting, wasn't it? There could be another word for it, but that word would be counterproductive to his state of mind. And, far more importantly, his ego. He edited that word out of his vocabulary for the time being. There were plenty to replace it.
Okay. Enough of this bullshit. Enough overthinking. Enough standing here like a jackass while Happy kept motioning for him to get on with it.
Right.
Tony took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. And the second it opened, before he was even sure it was the right face standing at the door, words flew from his mouth.
"You knew it was never going to be perfect."
For fuck's sake.
It was possible.
But he couldn't avoid forever. And that was the point. It was what had brought him here and now, feeling like a funeral dirge followed him from the house all the way to her door.
He could do better. Tony could spout that, and a million other things, but they might go unheard. He might not even be given the chance. She might pick now to slam the door in his face. Pepper and Rhodey were on their way to forgiving him, and Nick Fury had gotten his fair share of verbal bitchslaps in, but she could choose to be different.
It'd be a first, but stranger things had happened. He could attest to that.
This was oddly offputting, wasn't it? There could be another word for it, but that word would be counterproductive to his state of mind. And, far more importantly, his ego. He edited that word out of his vocabulary for the time being. There were plenty to replace it.
Okay. Enough of this bullshit. Enough overthinking. Enough standing here like a jackass while Happy kept motioning for him to get on with it.
Right.
Tony took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. And the second it opened, before he was even sure it was the right face standing at the door, words flew from his mouth.
"You knew it was never going to be perfect."
For fuck's sake.