Very well: 1! With shades of 7, 'cause that's just how I roll apparentlynottheworsthingMay 1 2012, 15:56:30 UTC
[It's about midnight that the impulse to call Pepper - with a little backup from Jim Beam and Jose Cuervo - overpowers the desire to put it off for as long as possible.
It wasn't that he was worried about getting shouted at. The Hulk had done some shouting (on Bruce's behalf, since he was far too polite to), and Cap had done a little shouting too, and Fury had done a lot of shouting. Being shouted at is par for the course and he's pretty much used to it. If Pepper just shouts he'll count himself lucky.
He knows he promised to stop the suicidal-last-ditch-heroics thing, but it just keeps happening. He really doesn't do it on purpose.
It's 3am on the East Coast and she's not even sure where he even is right now, and she's not been asleep long, really, having only managed to pass out when exhaustion and stress got her to the point of tears. Sleep came after that, and now it's shattered by the phone ringing.
Pepper rolls over, groping for her phone and eventually finding it. Her voice is thick with sleep--] Potts.
[She frowns slightly as her groggy brain processes his greeting] Tony. [Swallows; hating the way her voice goes soft like that.] Where are you?
Uh...a bar. In LA [He peers speculatively around the dimly-lit interior of the crowded bar, hoping for a more specific clue as to his location. After a moment the bleary edge to her voice filters through to his alcohol-soaked consciousness] Were you asleep? I can call back if you were asleep-
[A bar. With god only knows how many women all over him. Pepper bites her lip because oh, he can make her heart hurt and he really doesn't mean to, does he?] It's fine. I'm awake now.
Right. Yeah, I was just- I just wanted to- [...he had no idea where that sentence was meant to go. Optimistically, he finishes his drink, just in case that helps. How are you suppose to do this sort of this? He's not much good at social norms, but then in fairness, "apologizing to your girlfriend for nearly dying on national television again" isn't the sort of thing most people who aren't him have to do ever] ...are you okay?
[He winces, the silence drawing out over the line as he searches blindly for something to say. Some slightly frantic hand signals summon the bartender, who refills his glass without comment]
You saved the world. Again. [How can she be mad over that? And that's part of what makes it all turn inward into hurt and bile in her stomach.] Good job, Iron Man.
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It wasn't that he was worried about getting shouted at. The Hulk had done some shouting (on Bruce's behalf, since he was far too polite to), and Cap had done a little shouting too, and Fury had done a lot of shouting. Being shouted at is par for the course and he's pretty much used to it. If Pepper just shouts he'll count himself lucky.
He knows he promised to stop the suicidal-last-ditch-heroics thing, but it just keeps happening. He really doesn't do it on purpose.
He really hopes she's just going to shout]
Um...hey Pep.
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It's 3am on the East Coast and she's not even sure where he even is right now, and she's not been asleep long, really, having only managed to pass out when exhaustion and stress got her to the point of tears. Sleep came after that, and now it's shattered by the phone ringing.
Pepper rolls over, groping for her phone and eventually finding it. Her voice is thick with sleep--] Potts.
[She frowns slightly as her groggy brain processes his greeting] Tony. [Swallows; hating the way her voice goes soft like that.] Where are you?
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Pepper, I'm- I really didn't mean to-
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[She sits up in her bed, hugging her knees to her chest]
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