"She's going to kill us," Steve whispered as he and Tony hid behind a couch in the penthouse, eyes eagerly fixed on the front door.
"Probably," Tony whispered, "but it'll be worth it."
"I'm not so sure."
Tony raised his eyebrow and shot his partner-in-crime a glare. "Then why'd you help?"
"I'm not sure about that either."
Tony rolled his eyes and scoffed, but immediately quieted when he heard Pepper's key in the lock.
"Here we go!" He hunkered down and waited, eager for what was to come. The lock finally clicked and Pepper stepped in the door, one long leg catching on the tripwire that laid there. The trap sprung and a can came swinging down from the ceiling, stopping right before Pepper's face before it spewed confetti all over her.
"Eek!" Her shriek was all Tony needed and he began to laugh hysterically, doubled over behind the couch as Steve looked on in amusement and a little horror. When she finally cleared the confetti from her mouth, Pepper glared up at Tony and Steve before she marched in their direction.
"Shit!" Tony squeaked and scrambled out from behind the couch. In seconds, he was off down the hallway and locked in the bedroom.
"Tony!" Steve jumped up, looking frantically after his friend, before he came toe-to-toe with a very confettied Pepper. He turned red and sheepishly said, "Hey, Pep. Hi. Sorry."
"You're on your own, Biggun'!" Tony yelled from the bedroom, but his laughter still rang throughout the penthouse.