Tony was lounging in his office chair, his feet kicked up on his desk. One hand held documents Pepper needed him to sign, and the other held his fifth mug of coffee that day. He sniffed, wrinkling his nose and putting the cup down. He smacked his lips, but something didn't feel right. "Pepper?" he called to his assistant. The fiery haired woman's heels clacked as she walked over and stood obediently in front of his desk. "Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Is there something on my face?"

"Would you like a mirror, sir?" She didn't bother to let Tony answer, and was already digging through her purse. She pulled out a compact mirror and set it on the desk. Warily, the man put down his papers and grabbed the compact. "What the hell is this?"

Pepper raised an eyebrow. "It's a compact." Her boss was still confused, so she took it back and opened it for him. "Haven't you seen one of these before?"

Tony shook his head. "These must be ancient. Pep, I'm not sure I should allow you to carry such dinosaur-esque..." He waved his hand around trying to think of a word. In the end, he couldn't. "…things around." He took the open compact back and looked into it. "This is so tiny. How is this useful at all? This is why we have bigger and better things."

"It's not for big headed men," she joked, smiling. "It's more commonly used by women who are on the go and need to fix their makeup."

"Oh, ha, ha," Tony laughed sarcastically. He raised his chin and studied himself in the small mirror. He frowned and reached his tongue up into his mustache, grabbing the remainder of the coffee that was hiding in his facial hair. "I need to shave," he muttered, grimacing into the mirror. He lowered his chin and turned his head. "I need a haircut," he added, running his free hand through his thick, combed back hair.

"Would you like me to call Thor and Loki for you?" Pepper tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Tony nodded, rubbing his palm over his jaw as he tilted his head to get a better look at himself. She walked back to her smaller desk, off in a corner of the room, and picked up her landline. She picked up the phone and punched the number into the pad on the holder. Bringing it up to her ear and twirling the cord, she smiled politely to no one. "Good morning, this is Pepper Potts."

"We're getting rid of that old thing!" Tony swiveled in his chair and faced Pepper at her desk. "I'll give you a Stark Phone for work related purposes."

She put her hand over the receiver and shushed Tony.

"Good morrow, Miss Potts," the deep, slightly gruff voice of Thor, one of the two owners of "Valhalla's Hår" greeted. "This is Thor Odinson of "Valhalla's Hår" speaking. Are you calling to make an appointment?" A smoother voice was heard in the background, causing Thor to chuckle.

"I'm calling to make an appointment for my boss, Tony Stark." She looked over at the man, who was still frowning into the compact.

Thor's laughter boomed, and he held the phone away from him as he dealt with what—or who—was making him laugh. "My dearest apologies, Miss. My husband—" There was playful snickering in the background. "Did you say Stark? Stark is our finest customer! Yes, I'll check if we can squeeze an appointment in for him." He put the phone on hold, and Pepper hummed as she listened to the music. Tony clapped the compact shut and put it on the desk, staring at it as if it were a dead animal.

"I apologize. We do not have any free times today, or in the next week. We're going to be incredibly busy. I hear a formal is coming up at a local high school."

"And they're all coming to you?"

"It seems apparent. Tell Mr. Stark we can book him in on Wednesday, two weeks from now."

Pepper nodded. "I'll tell him, and I'll tell you what he says. Tony—" She pressed the phone to her shoulder. "They're busy until Wednesday a couple weeks from now. Does that work?"

Tony took his feet off his desk and shook his head. "No, it doesn't." He sat up in his chair and rolled closer to his desk. He grabbed his phone and checked his calendar. "I have that meeting with Hammer, and even though I'd love to blow it off, you're going to make me go." Pepper nodded. "Also, I'd kind of like to take care of this now." He poked the table with his forefinger.

She brought the phone back up to her head. "I'm sorry, that doesn't work for Tony. Thank you, though."

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"No, it's fine. We'll take care of it."

"Farewell, Miss Potts."

"Thank you, goodbye." She hung up the phone and turned to Tony. She sighed as she watched the man frown as he grabbed the compact again and stared at himself. "Do you want me to call the man who does my hair? He's not as glamorous as Thor and Loki, but he's still good." She picked up her phone, ready to dial. "You'll be able to get an appointment in soon, as well."

"Could he trim my goatee?" Tony asked as he rubbed his fingers over it.

"Well, I guess Steve could, yes." She dialed the salon's number and tapped her toes against a leg of her desk. "I don't see why he wouldn't be able to."

"Is that his name?" Tony asked, cupping his cheek in his hand.

"Hello, thank you for calling Steve's Styles, this is Steve speaking." The voice on the other end said, sounding slightly bored.

"Hi Steve, it's Virginia." Pepper smiled.

"Oh, hello!" He sounded more interested in the conversation. "Hi, are you looking to arrange an appointment?" The shuffling of papers was loud as Steve pulled out his calendar.

"Yes, but it's not for me. It's for Tony."

"He's your boss, right?" Steve asked and held the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he grabbed his pen.

Pepper nodded and looked at Tony. "Yes. When is the earliest time we can arrange an appointment for him to come in?"

Steve flipped through his calendar. He bit his lip as he flipped back to today's date. "Well, I have a couple of appointments later today…Does 12:45 sound good?"

"Yes, that sounds great. He'll see you then. Thank you." She glanced back over at her boss.

"Alright, I'll see him then." Steve scrawled Tony's name into his calendar, scribbling the time next to it. He took his phone out of the crook he was holding it in and hung up.

Pepper hung up the phone and walked over to Tony, snatching the compact from him. "You're going to get your haircut at 12:45, so you will have just started your lunch break fifteen minutes earlier." She put it in her purse and looked back at him. "The salon is called "Steve's Styles"."

"Did you say that's where you get your hair done?" Tony's eyes narrowed slightly as the red head nodded. "Doesn't it piss him off you always wear your hair up, after all he did for you?"

"Is that an insult?"

"It's a question. You're allowed to wear your hair down, Virginia," he chuckled dryly. "Wait, you told him my name." Pepper nodded. "So you've told him about me?"

"Well of course."

He sucked on his cheek. "What did you say?"

"I told him you're my boss." She told him simply.

Tony nodded. "Is he-?"

"I don't know, and don't stereotype him." She answered, already knowing his question. She brought a hand up to her hair. "You can ask him at 12:45, but don't make him feel uncomfortable." Tony nodded, frowning slightly. He grabbed his phone and looked up "Steve's Styles". "Finish up whatever you're doing. You still have that paperwork to look over," Pepper told him as she walked back over to her desk.

Tony groaned and set down his phone. He picked up the papers and skimmed through them. "This is bullshit," he muttered, tossing them onto the desk. He grabbed his pen and clicked it rapidly.

"Tony," Pepper said sternly.

"I'm not agreeing to any of this."

She sighed. "I saw you, you didn't even read it! Read the papers, Tony, and sign where it needs you to." Her boss groaned and started to actually read the papers. Meanwhile, she took out her compact and pulled her hair out of its bun. She shook her head, letting her hair loose. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tony look over and smile.