The Invitation
Note: I apologize if there are mistakes (and I'm pretty sure that's a fact). I wrote this story in French a long time ago. It was inspired by the prompt "texts from last night" and I had fun writing it and felt confident I could translate it in English. I hope I was right. Enjoy.
For months, Pepper Potts had been learning not to be the assistant of a world-wide company's CEO, but one of a superhero. In many regards, she clearly was improving, but stress still remained what she was the worst at handling.
As soon as she knew Iron Man was on a mission, she couldn't help but think of the worst-case scenario and only felt relief when Tony Stark would have both feet on the ground.
The night was the hardest. She couldn't sleep.
That night, she decided to give a new method a try, one which had always suited her boss just fine. Drinking. A lot.
All by herself in front of television, she poured a generous amount of home-made Margarita in her glass. She felt dizzy from the second round though she was not able to fall asleep as she had hoped. She was staring at what was happening on TV, hoping that her eyelids would close at some point.
Her phone started vibrating on the table. She extended her arm to get it. She quickly read the text message and sighed in relief, he was back home. She answered right away. They exchanged a few texts as she was finishing her fourth glass of Margarita. She laughed while reading the last message. She wanted to make sure he was okay and he had answered something barely decent. So, yes. He was alright. She felt good. Reassured that he was back in one piece. And in some delicious intoxicated state, she put down her cell and went back to the television. She soon drifted off to sleep.
She woke up with a dry mouth and a headache. She groaned and noticed the level of Margarita in the pitcher left on the table was low. She wondered if she was late for work or if it was a Sunday. She got up rather painfully and walked slowly to the kitchen. She then shrieked and her heartbeat hit the roof when she saw Tony Stark sitting at the table in her kitchen, in her apartment.
She regained her composure and while searching for a bottle of aspirin, she asked what he was doing here.
"You invited me."
She frowned.
She saw him thrum his cellphone and then hand it to her so she could read the last texts they exchanged.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, immediately hiding her head in her hands.
He had indecently told her he was feeling so amazingly good he could just do her all night until muscles she didn't even remember she had hurt.
And she had answered.
Prove it!
He offered his most charming smile and shook a bottle of aspirin under her nose, which he then gave to her.
"With a message like that, I assumed I had to come fully prepared. I couldn't decide between condoms and aspirin."
"Good choice", she said without looking at him.
She swallowed two pills.
"Just in case, I took both."
The end