Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man: Chapter Ten
TITLE: Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man
AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: Sorry for the delay. Being sick means I can't stand looking at the computer screen... Which means I actually got more drawings done while I was under the weather. *winks* Those will be up as soon as I finish inking and scan them.
Chapter Ten:
Tom Yarrow was sure he was going to get a cramp in his stomach muscles as he tried to hold in his laughter. Tony Stark was high as a kite on his 50mg tablet of Demerol and needed physical help to get inside his Malibu estate.
For almost the eighth day in a row, Tony had skipped lunch (the French toast at IHOP barely counted).
The narcotic went straight to his head.
Tom helped him with the lock pad on the door and ushered him inside.
“Jarvis? Could you put Blazing Saddles on the living room TV? I need to show Tom here why it’s the best Mel Brooks movie.”
Jarvis hesitated-as he often did for some reason. “Of course, sir.”
The TV came to Dolby Surround Sound life and Tony fell bonelessly onto his huge sofa.
“Mr. Stark, I can’t stay. Colonel Rhodes needs me in about fifteen minutes.”
Tony actually pouted and tried to prop himself up on one arm. Tried to. He flopped over instead. “Dude, that sucks.”
Tom gave Tony’s back a few hearty thumps and grinned. “Well, it was a pleasure driving you today, Mr. Stark.”
“Stop it with that “mister” crap.”
Tom grinned. “I’ll see you later, Tony.”
He left. Tony swam in his own head for a moment. “Jarvis? What time is it?”
“It’s five o’clock, sir.”
“When’s the charity thingy?”
“It starts at 9:30PM. On Friday. It’s Tuesday, sir.”
Tony yawned and got a mouthful of throw pillow. “Call Pepper.”
Jarvis turned off the movie that was still playing and Tony was lulled further into la-la land with the sound of a ringing telephone.
“Pepper Potts,” she answered after four rings-odd for her. She usually picked up her calls after the first nanosecond of her ringtone started.
“They gave me Demerol.”
“Tony?”
“Hand’s got some broken bones so they gave me Demerol. And I kinda forgot to eat lunch. Again.”
“You’re…” she paused-he got the distinct mental image of her pulling her cell away from her ear and giving the device a “frowny face.” It made him laugh out loud. “Are you high?” Pepper asked.
“Mm-hmm…”
“Oh God.”
Tony grinned. “Damn, that sounded fantastic. Do it again?”
“Tony, I’m coming over with some food, okay? You need to eat something.”
“Have you ever seen Blazing Saddles?”
“What?”
“Mel Brooks movie.”
“Tony, just hush up and wait for me, okay?”
He buried his nose into the throw pillow. “M’kay.”
Several blocks away, Pepper Potts grabbed a jar of Jiffy, a loaf of Wonder Bread, and a bag of snack-sized Snicker’s bars along with her car keys.
TBC
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AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: Sorry for the delay. Being sick means I can't stand looking at the computer screen... Which means I actually got more drawings done while I was under the weather. *winks* Those will be up as soon as I finish inking and scan them.
Chapter Ten:
Tom Yarrow was sure he was going to get a cramp in his stomach muscles as he tried to hold in his laughter. Tony Stark was high as a kite on his 50mg tablet of Demerol and needed physical help to get inside his Malibu estate.
For almost the eighth day in a row, Tony had skipped lunch (the French toast at IHOP barely counted).
The narcotic went straight to his head.
Tom helped him with the lock pad on the door and ushered him inside.
“Jarvis? Could you put Blazing Saddles on the living room TV? I need to show Tom here why it’s the best Mel Brooks movie.”
Jarvis hesitated-as he often did for some reason. “Of course, sir.”
The TV came to Dolby Surround Sound life and Tony fell bonelessly onto his huge sofa.
“Mr. Stark, I can’t stay. Colonel Rhodes needs me in about fifteen minutes.”
Tony actually pouted and tried to prop himself up on one arm. Tried to. He flopped over instead. “Dude, that sucks.”
Tom gave Tony’s back a few hearty thumps and grinned. “Well, it was a pleasure driving you today, Mr. Stark.”
“Stop it with that “mister” crap.”
Tom grinned. “I’ll see you later, Tony.”
He left. Tony swam in his own head for a moment. “Jarvis? What time is it?”
“It’s five o’clock, sir.”
“When’s the charity thingy?”
“It starts at 9:30PM. On Friday. It’s Tuesday, sir.”
Tony yawned and got a mouthful of throw pillow. “Call Pepper.”
Jarvis turned off the movie that was still playing and Tony was lulled further into la-la land with the sound of a ringing telephone.
“Pepper Potts,” she answered after four rings-odd for her. She usually picked up her calls after the first nanosecond of her ringtone started.
“They gave me Demerol.”
“Tony?”
“Hand’s got some broken bones so they gave me Demerol. And I kinda forgot to eat lunch. Again.”
“You’re…” she paused-he got the distinct mental image of her pulling her cell away from her ear and giving the device a “frowny face.” It made him laugh out loud. “Are you high?” Pepper asked.
“Mm-hmm…”
“Oh God.”
Tony grinned. “Damn, that sounded fantastic. Do it again?”
“Tony, I’m coming over with some food, okay? You need to eat something.”
“Have you ever seen Blazing Saddles?”
“What?”
“Mel Brooks movie.”
“Tony, just hush up and wait for me, okay?”
He buried his nose into the throw pillow. “M’kay.”
Several blocks away, Pepper Potts grabbed a jar of Jiffy, a loaf of Wonder Bread, and a bag of snack-sized Snicker’s bars along with her car keys.
TBC
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