Randomness plus searching up 'what happens if liquid spills onto your computer?' Plus imagination=a moment of either laughter or crying or both

The clanging going down in the lab had driven Pepper from insane to probably mentally ill, as that was all she could hear no matter what she did or where she went in the house. Tony was working on something, something ''big'' and he said it required, 'A lot of noise that the average human female might not withstand'. By that piece of sexist news Pepper decided to take advantage of her time and finish up some work.

''I left the folders back in my car,'' Pepper thought. She left her laptop on the coffee table and went out to her car to retrieve the files. The heat was unbearable and a wave of it hit Pepper in the face as she opened the car door, but these files were important and the work had to be done.

Just as Pepper slammed the door shut a deafening 'BOOM' filled the air and shocked Pepper into not moving for a few seconds. Remembering Tony was inside she rushed in and nearly slipped on some dark residue on the floor. Pepper knew the smell. It was oil.

Not to mention the whole house was now covered in it. The couch, the walls, everything was covered in it. And what about...

Pepper gasped in horror when she saw her laptop covered in oil. All of her work ever put into it, every single piece of information she had on there, was probably all gone. Especially if the oil had seeped through the keyboard and spilled onto the motherboard, then the memory of her computer would totally crash and be erased. Pepper made a move to switch off her computer when she noticed it made four little buzzing sounds like a bug near your ear, and she flew to the floor, just as her laptop exploded. Fiery parts flew everywhere, and the motherboard landed right by her head, flaming.

Tony poked his head up the stairs and surveyed the damage, whistling. This was the first time one of his projects malfunctioned, even as a prototype. He helped Pepper up and she was silent for a few minutes, fuming inside.

Finally she exploded.

''Tony what were you thinking?'' She screamed. ''Do you know how much work was in my laptop? Every single major information important to your company. How can you act so nonchalant about all this? Do you even care at all? How are you possible going to clean this up? You know I'm not going to help you right? This is-''

''Pepper, I can always get you a new laptop.'' Tony said, but Pepper didn't want to be his little charity case.

''So you can, but you won't be able to restore all of that information.'' Pepper sighed deeply. ''I have a headache, I need to go home now.''

''Pepper-''

''First, how did this all happen? Did your projects malfunction somehow?''

Tony hung his head down to avoid Pepper's gaze. ''It was a prototype. It was supposed to be a new weapon for Stark Industries, but I guess it malfunctioned and blew up into bits...''

''If it was down in your lab then how did it get up here?''

''It's modified to be a robot with a human mind but specially designed to help in the military, or war. It's to fetch things that you need if necessary, like if you need more bullets it will get you some.''

''So it's to be like a servant?''

''Yep.''

''So why in the world is it up here and not being perfected in your lab?''

''Bessie was supposed to fetch me a soda but apparently her circuits went on overdrive and she exploded.

''Wait a minute. You named the stupid machine?''

''Hey! My machine is not stupid! It's just not finished yet. Name one machine of mine that has gone wrong.''

''Dummy.''

''He has not gone wrong.''

''Yeah, but he certainly does make mistakes.''

''Oh yeah? Name one time.''

Pepper just stared into Tony's laughing eyes. He thought this was funny. He seriously thought all of this was funny. Pepper took up her bag and walked by him on the way out.

''Come on Pepper don't be like that, you can always get a new-''

''You don't get it do you?'' She said. ''I could care less about the company's information, but my personal information was also on there. Some that could not be replaced. My pictures of when I was younger, my videos of family get togethers at my parents' house, I even kept my journal in there so I wouldn't have to look through pages and books to see what I wrote. All of its gone. Just...just throw my stuff out.''

Slam! ….

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