Drabbles requested by
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The Drabble Challenge Title: I'm Listening
Rating: G
Prompt: Voice
"Hello, Pepper.”
From the top of the building across from Stark headquarters Clay watched Pepper yank her phone away from her ear and stare at it through a high power rifle scope, but no rifle. He wasn’t on an op right now, just checking in with the friends he left behind. He chuckled to himself and waited for her to put the phone back to her ear.
“Clay? Is that you?”
“Yes. You know anyone else with this voice that has your private number?”
“But… but the news said… there was a funeral!”
“It’s a nice grave. Did you pull the strings to get me into Arlington or did the government actually forgive me?”
“Where are you? Does Aisha know you’re alive? She’s going to kill you.”
He chuckled again. “I know, don’t worry, I’m handling it. I need a favor though.”
“What? Anything.”
“You got a job opening for a dead man?”
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Title: Down and Out
Rating: PG
Prompt: Too Much
Clay wasn’t surprised when Pepper called. He wasn’t really surprised when he found her at the Malibu Hilton, makeup smudged from crying and a look of defeat about her. It tore at his heart to see a strong woman like her broken down. He’d seen that look of resigned defeat in his mom’s eyes a few times.
“You want me to kill him for you?” he asked, only half joking. The last ass kicking he gave Stark was going to look like a friendly pat on the back after the one he was going to give him this time.
She sniffed loudly, shaking her head. “I… I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Well, I do.” He put a hand on her shoulder and steered her towards the bed. “You let me go get your things, punch Stark in the face a few times and then we find you a really good lawyer.”
“I don’t know how to leave him but…” She looked at him, heartbroken and worn down.
“I know.” He brushed some of her hair back. “I know.”
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Title: Restraint
Rating: R
Prompt: Lust
He didn’t know how rough he could be. He wasn’t usually so careful with a woman, but he wasn’t about to slam Pepper into walls and furniture. He wanted to be rough though. Damn he wanted to just tear that little pencil skirt off and get inside her.
Her mouth was hot and eager against his, her fingers clutching at the back of his suit jacket with a hell of a grip. He had her crowded against her office wall, hands braced against the wall by her head just to keep himself from just tearing her apart to get more of her, a hell of a lot more.
He drew back, breathing hard and staring at her mouth, swollen and red from kissing and damn if she didn’t look good. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his hotel keycard. With a light touch he slipped it into her pocket.
“See ya tonight.”