Apartment above Stark Industries, Saturday Evening

[not_ironmaiden]

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[lots_of_olives]

It wasn't long before Pepper was tapping on his door, then letting herself in and giving a brisk, "Hello, Jarvis," as she passed through security.

"There you are," she sighed, relief dawning on her features when she spotted him.

[not_ironmaiden]

Tony was picking up couch cushions and inspecting them carefully before even acknowledging her. "Oh. Hi, Pepper."

He was a man on a mission.

[lots_of_olives]

"'Oh, hi Pepper'?" she repeated. "That's it? Are you hurt?"

[not_ironmaiden]

"I'm fine, it's just a mild concussion." He looked around for something to write on. "I was dealing with getting the suit back here without drawing attention."

For a change.

[tyler_back]

Tyler stopped in late in the evening and tapped on the door. "Tony? Did you still want to watch that spy movie?"

Okay, mostly he wanted to check on Tony. Shhhh.

[not_ironmaiden]

This might have possibly been the busiest day he'd had with people arriving since his first day here.

Tony opened the door as soon as Jarvis confirmed it was Tyler. And looked past him to make sure no one was there. "Spy movie?" He asked, brow creased in confusion for a moment before it hit him. "Oh! Right. Yes. Come in."

[tyler_back]

He came in and plopped on the couch like he owned it; it was possible Tony was starting to rub off on him. "Thanks," he said. "Are you feeling any better?"

[not_ironmaiden]

Which was either a good thing or a bad thing based on who you asked about it. Shutting the door, Tony followed him.

"I forgot the dinner, but I believe we can order something," He said, sitting down on the other half of the couch. He should probably inform Tyler about the bugs soon...