Very short, very cheesy drabble with Pepperony. R&R. Let me know if you want more Iron Man! :)
He sat there in the dark, the blue light from the arc reactor illuminated the room softly and lit up Pepper's face just slightly as she dozed next to him, eyelashes grazing against her freckled cheeks. She was Pepper, now. Not Virginia Potts, Co-CEO of Stark Industries. Not Pepper Potts, girlfriend of Iron Man. She was just Pepper. His Pepper. She was the Pepper that walked around the mansion barefoot in a pair of old jeans and one of his MIT sweatshirts. The Pepper that didn't have a lick of makeup on her face. She didn't try to impress him with her expensive high heels or fancy dresses, and that's why he loved her. After being sought after by so many women purely because he had money, because he had power...it was nice to chase after someone for once. It was nice to have someone real around him. She didn't have to have plastic surgeries or be skin and bones to feel worthy of him, she didn't care about fitting his ideals. She was so simply Pepper. The girl who pepper-sprayed him in the face, argued with him all day long and rubbed his back when he woke up night after night because his mind was forever plagued with horrors.
She was the one who proved to him that he was capable of loving someone so much that he felt like his heart would burst. The one that proved to him he actually had a heart. And he knew that he would be content to stay just like this forever, as long as she always stuck by him.