May 24, 2011 21:47
Perhaps it's naive of her to think as much, but Pepper feels confident that Peter will show. Even with as erratic as his behavior has been since Mary Jane's disappearance, he'd seemed so thoroughly surprised to have her demand nothing more from him than his company over dinner. She thinks that, if nothing else, the novelty of that will bring him around at six o'clock.
The pizza she did not make herself, and thank god for that. There was a very sound reason why Pepper had always known every restaurant that delivered in Southern California, why she could be depended upon to locate the one place that could provide Indian take-out at 1 AM on a Wednesday morning, and surprisingly enough, it wasn't because Tony happened to be extremely picky or demanding. Letting her near a kitchen to do much more than make coffee or put together a cold sandwich has always been a very bad idea.
What matters, though, is that one way or another, Pepper can provide the Indian take-out, the Irish coffee, the pizza. She sets the table for three and stands there staring at the tabletop, wondering if this will work. Whether it will make a difference even if Peter does consent, which he very well may not.
Many things Spider-Man may be, but he isn't a stray, and this won't be smoothed over with three square meals a day and a little attention.
peter,
tony