A/N: This is a series of domestic!Pepperony drabbles from my Tumblr. Just so you know, URL is castielyousonofabitch. Send me any prompts if you want anything written with this series! Enjoy!

Tony didn't notice the ringing in his ear until JARVIS brought it up.

"Sir," he said, "Miss Potts is on the line."

"You can call her Mrs. Stark," Tony snapped, shooting at the terrorist's van amid the cloud of dust it was kicking up. "We are technically married." He took careful aim again, determined not to mess this one up.

"Sir, it's urgent. Should I put her through?"

Tony took the shot, and barely missed due to a last minute swerve from those damn terrorists. "Sure. Fine." Suddenly there was whimpering on the line, and suddenly his irritation was replaced with concern. "Pepper? Angel?"

"Tony, Tony listen okay? They said I should call you, even though I said they'd be busy." Her voice was more hurried than usual, the words spilling out of her mouth. "So just listen and you can get back to saving the world-agh!"

"What's wrong? Pepper, what's wrong? Tell me!" He had left his pregnant wife at the Avengers Tower, literally the safest place in the world. There was JARVIS, SHIELD, and oh yeah, a group of the most overprotective warriors in the universe. What was wrong? She should have been fine!

"Sweetheart it's fine, I swear- I just-" she cried out in pain, and Tony winced, accidentally squeezing off another bolt which didn't even go near the fleeing van.

"Pepper, I swear-"

"I-I may have gone into labor early-"

"What?" Tony stopped in midair, putting a hand to his helmet as if to check his phone. He would have wondered about the hardwired gesture if he hadn't been internally flipping out.

"I-I- OW!"

There was a rustling noise, and the next voice Tony heard on the line was the calm voice of Clint, but he could still hear Pepper in the background, clearly in pain, and the voice of Natasha trying to calm her. "Tony, listen, everything's fine. We got Pepper, Happy's driving us to the hospital in 30 seconds-"

"What happened to my wife, birdbrain?" Tony demanded, taking off pursuit of the vehicle, determined to get these bastards.

"She was staying away from the rest of us, she wanted you to be back before she went to the hospital, to make sure you were alright. But Natasha went to check on her and found out that her water broke-"

"Get her to the hospital. NOW."

"We're doing that, Tony. She's in capable hands." That was the truth, Tony supposed. Clint and Natasha had been trained to keep their heads in strenuous situations, and this certainly qualified.

"Just, take care of her. I'll be there as soon as I fry these sons of bitches."

"Yes, sir." There was a faint scratching sound as Clint must have turned his head, then he said, "Pepper wants to talk to you."

There was another rustle and then Tony could hear his angel's voice. "Tony, come home, please… Come home soon and come home safe."

"I will," he promised, "don't I always?"

He could almost hear the smile over the phone as he sped off towards the terrorists' van. As soon as they were in custody, the sooner he could go home to his angel, soon to be two.