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[wildlyconflictd]

Things had been going so well.

Okay, maybe "well" was a bit of an exaggeration, but things were a decent approximation of well. Nothing was blowing up and no one was in mortal peril, which was the best Pepper could hope for on any given day. It was all about perspective, really.

Things had been going without incidentThere were several reasons

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[notawastedlife]

That did not look encouraging.

"Buck up, Potts," he said, coming down the boardwalk, on his way to the scrapyard. "You look like someone ran over your puppy."

[notawastedlife]

"You're welcome," Tony said, choosing to take it as if she was being entirely sincere. "I was just-"

He paused. What had he been just? He had, presumably, been going somewhere.

[wildlyconflictd]

"Going back to the Compound to help me find my sneakers?" Pepper guessed as she turned a blithe smile his way. "How thoughtful, Tony, thank you."

[notawastedlife]

"Was I? That was thoughtful of me," Tony said, squinting up in the direction of the compound. "Foresighted, too."