Iron Man Minific-NaNo
Here is the small offering for 11.2.2010 - A small fic inspired by mona_lisa303 's prompt over at my prompt list. Un-beta'd, so go easy on me and kindly point out any errors you might see. Going to continue writing for the night and hope to get a little more caught up on my sad word count. And for those of you interested in my count...
Mostly so behind because of a huge moving project around the house. Will try to get caught up ASAP.
Title: Scruffy
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Tony/Pepper (Iron Man)
Summary: A close shave.
“Are you sure? I don't think it's that bad.”
Pepper regarded Tony w/ a dry look. He shrugged in his own defense before wincing at the pain it caused.
“Seriously, Pepper, it looks fine.”
“Tony, you broke your hand, and dislocated your shoulder. Add that to the fact that you spent the week BEFORE your mission in the workshop...you look scraggly.”
“I'm not scraggly-that makes me sound like a dog, or...or a homeless person.”
She rolled her eyes. “Scruffy then.”
“That too!”
“Tony! There is no way I am letting you step out of this house, let alone go to a press conference, looking like that. Now sit in the damn chair, shut up and let me trim the damn thing!”
She could tell the swearing surprised him, because he immediately sat down on the stool, tucking his uninjured arm in the sling as well. She sighed in relief before reaching for the scissors. As she brought them closer to his chin, he winced and leaned away from her. Her eyes narrowed.
“Tony.”
“I'm trying! I'm sorry, but when somebody comes at my face with a sharp object-”
“You make it sound like I'm out to kill you-”
“-I get a little anxious!”
She rolled her eyes before pulling him back into position and trimming and shaping the edges of his goatee. She then reached for the mini-shaver to get the details. She turned it on, and a grimace crossed his face. Her hands dropped to her sides in frustration.
“You make faces like that, we WILL have a problem.”
“Fine, fine...”
She brought the shaver back up to his chin and began shaving as a groan that bordered on a whine escaped him.
“Oh hush, you big baby...” She kept her focus on getting the edges straight. It stayed quiet for a few minutes, until she was almost finished.
“Why are you so paranoid about this, anyway?”
She watched his adam's apple shift as he swallowed, the shaver buzzing softly.
“Ah, well...When I first started the goatee, I...it was a girl's idea-said it would make me look older, and since I'd just taken over....”
“You DO look like a baby-face without it,” she commented dryly, earning a small glare from him.
“ANYWAY, I...I grew it out, then had her try to trim it...it was a disaster. Completely disregarding how it looked, she nicked me real bad...Gosh, for a few minutes there I swear I thought she cut off my ear and I was gonna have to become the next Van Gogh instead of da Vinci...”
Pepper chuckled softly, shutting off the razor, before gripping his chin and turning him back and forth to make sure she got it right.
“Do I pass?”
She met his eyes, and he quirked an eyebrow.
“It'll do.”