[For Tony & Peter] Dated 21 May 2011

[wildlyconflictd]

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

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[daretodo]

The clarity of anger is short-lived. I burned through the worst of yesterday's rage shortly after I left Pepper, and spent the last 24 hours or so revisiting every scrap of food I've shoved down my throat in the past month. It didn't take long for the reality of what I did to sink in, and while I'd argue 'til my last breath that I'm not crazy, that there was a legitimate point underneath all the vitriol, there's no denying I might've gone about it better. But what's done is done. Whatever life I made for myself here disappeared the same moment as Mary Jane, but I'm the one who shoved the final nail into my own coffin... And that's not a metaphor I make lightly

[notawastedlife]

"Mr Parker at the door," said Jarvis. Tony initially ignored him, since that generally meant that Mr Parker would be inside the door a moment later, and then probably coming down to the workshop.

Or in this case, the larger living area through which one passed to get there.

This did not, in fact, happen.

"Dope, get the door," Tony said, stepping over the robot to walk over to the door and get it himself, since obviously that wasn't going to work out.

"You're knocking, now?"

[daretodo]

I don't like leaving others to clean up my mess. I've always been pretty good at cleaning up after myself, granted, because there's not a lot of people inclined to stick their neck out for me, but seeing Tony again after yesterday's show -- that's the word I keep going back to, that it was a show, a routine, maybe because I don't want to acknowledge it as a meltdown -- just stirs up every shred of guilt I have over the whole thing, though probably not for the reasons people might suspect (or even want, for that matter, not that I imagine anyone wanting anything from me in the near future). I don't meet his gaze, instead staring just off to the right, looking at a point over his shoulder

[wildlyconflictd]

Pepper restrains a roll of her eyes at the remark about barging through closed doors-She'll not feel guilty for it, nor change anything could she do it again.

"Hello," she says instead from across the room, one hand settled on a canted hip as she watches the two men at the door with a fond but knowing expression. "I'm glad you could make it." That Peter's looking a bit cagey doesn't escape her notice, but that he showed at all seems more important just now.

"If you want to sit down, I'll get the food," she adds, and hesitates just a moment, looking from one to the other, before stepping through to the kitchen.