A moment of rest.
Pepper had just gotten back to the mansion after picking up the drycleaning (Superhero costumes could not go in the washing machine, after all) and putting in the weekly order at the supermarket to restock the Avenger's refrigerator.
She sets down her purse in her accustomed spot, hangs the drycleaning on its respective owners' doorknobs, and rushes herself down to the den. There she flops into a big armchair, props her feet up and sighs contentedly. Pepper picks up her monthly women's magazine, hoping to finish at least one article before the inevitable someone comes to call on her.
She sets down her purse in her accustomed spot, hangs the drycleaning on its respective owners' doorknobs, and rushes herself down to the den. There she flops into a big armchair, props her feet up and sighs contentedly. Pepper picks up her monthly women's magazine, hoping to finish at least one article before the inevitable someone comes to call on her.