Tony made a grab for the bag and made an unhappy sound at his assistant. "Miss Potts, hand it over."
"No."
"That's not the right answer. I said, hand it over." He paused, and then, "I'm your boss."
"No."
"Please."
"No, Mr. Stark. I refuse. You can't have it." She watched as he pulled his hand back, crossed his arms and looked down, brow furrowed. He's actually pouting, thought Pepper, amused.
Tony Stark, billionaire industrialist and engineering genius tried to stare down his assistant. She looked back at him, one eyebrow raised. He hmphed. He was not a child. He tried again. "Miss Potts, give it to me."
"No." She looked away from her boss towards the front of the car, and said, "Happy, please pull over."
"No, you wouldn't!"
"Yes. I would. I am." She stepped quickly out of the car as it pulled to the curb, heels clicking on the sidewalk as she trotted to the nearest trashcan. She could hear her boss scrambling to follow.
"But I'm hungry." He said plaintively, as he mournfully watched the delicious smelling brown bag fall into the bin. "There were still two burgers in there."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark…"
She doesn't sound very sorry, he noted sourly.
"But four is quite enough. You need to give those at least half-an-hour to settle. Then you can have more."
He turned around and strode back to the limo, refusing to say anything further to his mutinous, stubborn, cold-hearted, not-hungry assistant.
"Happy, please take me to the nearest Burger King." He said, settling back into his seat, looking triumphantly over at his assistant as she returned to the car. She gazed calmly back, leisurely fastening her seat belt. He frowned. He looked up and saw Happy's eyes in the rear-view mirror, looking nervous.
"Um…"
"Happy, Burger King."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I can't." Happy said unhappily, clearing his throat.
"..!.." Tony refused to look at her. "Um, I remind you, this is my car. The purpose of having a car is that it goes where you want it to. You are my employee. She is my employee. My car. Thus, this car is going to Burger King."
"…I-I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I just can't. I know you're the boss, but you can only fire me." Tony heard a click and watched, astonished, as the divider panel went up, cutting off any further debate.
His jaw clenched as he looked out the window. Then he sighed. "How long did you say, Miss Potts?"
"Half-an-hour, Mr. Stark." Pepper smiled at him pleasantly. "Twenty-five minutes to go."