Without a doubt, the last 24 hours have been the most miserable of Pepper's life. To think, she'd believed that time she had been trapped in an elevator with Tony, a Vegas showgirl and a chihuahua had been bad. Right now, she'd give anything to be back in that metal box with Amber and Mr. Winky ( Read more... )

After three days inhabiting Tony's body, Monday found Pepper surprisingly bleak at being back in her own. Pragmatically, the sooner Tony had his body back the better, but there had been a traitorous part of her dreading it. As herself, she had no method nor excuse for pretending any of what had happened wasn't real. Here she was, firmly grounded ( Read more... )

To suggest it's been a trying few weeks would certainly be an understatement. Fighting with Aaron was nothing like fighting with Tony by any stretch of the imagination, partially because even when being maddeningly stubborn, Aaron still manages to be sensible. It's very difficult to feel self-righteous when you're up against someone so reasonable ( Read more... )

It was 1:05 AM by her watch when Pepper woke up in a strange bed next to the very tangible, sleeping body of Aaron Hotchner. The night was warm, and while they'd opened the shutters to let in a breeze, the sheets had been mostly habitual. Aaron was stretched out across the bed with the top sheet bunched low over his hips, and when Pepper sat up ( Read more... )

It was a little known fact about Pepper Potts that she was every bit as adept as Tony at slipping off unnoticed the morning after a tryst. One might even say that, while having considerably less experience in doing it, she was better at it, the sort to leave a note with a fond but unattainable air that roughly translated to, "Thank you for the ( Read more... )

Pepper Potts was not a woman unaccustomed to asking men out on dates. Which wasn't to say she did it often or that she did it on principle alone, because while she certainly strove to be as independent and capable a woman as possible, she wasn't anything close to a militant feminist. Her job wouldn't have allowed it, even had it appealed to her ( Read more... )

The end of November brought with it palpable expectation. Too many years, apparently, had December blown in cold and snow-crusted, and now, even after a year that had seen a blistering heat wave before the the dip towards icy temperatures, the hot, humid air seemed heavy with anticipation. Most of the day Pepper has spent inside escaping the ( Read more... )

Pepper turned around in the middle of the meager dwelling and pressed her hands primly together as she addressed Tony, who was still lingering in the doorway. "Furniture is difficult to come by, but you have a bed and a table, and I've arranged a selection of clothes and shoes for you in the bin over there." She pointed, and then cast Tony a ( Read more... )

As she made her way outside the Compound and across the well-worn dirt pathway beyond, Pepper considered not simply how surreal her day -- No, make that past two days -- had been, but also the more important idea that apparently she was capable of soldiering right through a reality completely lacking in logic provided she had a destination in mind ( Read more... )