Hey, this is a story my "sister" and I wrote together. Through text messages. Yep, she pretends to be Tony Stark and I pretend to be Pepper. We actually have no ideas to begin with, We just write back and forth and see where it goes. It actually turns out really good. Being a director, I wrote our conversation in script form. I hope you guys like it, Reviews are EXTREMELY appreciated!
Pepper Potts walked down the staircase that led to Tony Stark's basement workshop. With her blackberry in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, she struggled to type her pass code into the glass wall of the workshop and turn down the music.
"Tony, I picked up your dry cleaning for tomorrow." she said once the music was quieter. Tony was working on the engine of yet another car.
" Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" He muttered, still not looking at Pepper. She checked her blackberry and responded.
"Another board of directors meeting…"
"Eh, I don't want to go. I've got a mission." Tony said, finally turning around and wiping his hands on his already filthy jeans.
Pepper smirked and shook her head. "A mission or a 'mission'?"
Tony looked at her blankly for a second before realization clicked on what she meant by 'mission'.
"Oh, c'mon! It's legit!" he said and stood up, walking around to the metal counter on the other side of the garage/workshop. Pepper followed him.
"Right… sure…" she said.
"It is!" Tony insisted and smiled smugly.
"Maybe I should ask Fury…?" Pepper taunted.
Tony decided he was beaten, but he wasn't going down without a fight. "Fine! I'll go! But you're coming and sitting through the torture with me!"
Pepper was appalled, she didn't have to go to the meeting, she no longer ran the company. "Me? It's /your/ company!" she looked up from typing on the tiny keyboard.
"Yes /you/! I won't be paying attention!" Tony started playing with the papers on the countertop.
"What makes you think I /want/ to pay attention?" Pepper sounded whiny. Tony hated Whiny Pepper, she was annoying and usually got her way.
Tony tried to avoid Whiny Pepper with a compliment. "Nothing would make me think that! You're just better at it!"
"Better at what, Mr. Stark?" Pepper glared at her boss. He was so much like a little kid. She was a personal assistant, not a babysitter!
" Paying attention, Miss Potts!" Tony said and returned the glare.
"Something /you/ never do!" She practically hissed back at him.
Tony knew he never paid attention, he had better things to do. "Your point!"
"I wonder how you're alive! If you put as much attention in fighting as you do in your work or-…" Pepper stalled, words nearly slipping out of her mouth.
"What! Or what!" Tony almost yelled, his fists clenched and he looked like he really wanted to just put on the Suit and punch something.
"Or me!" Pepper shouted back, on the verge of tears.
Tony blinked and relaxed his fists. "Pepper… I-…" He spoke softly, trying to find the right words.
"You don't know how worried I am when you go on your missions!" Pepper continued, "You have the attention span of a termite!" It was the first thing that came to her mind that wasn't dead.
"Pepper… you don't have to worry about me…" He didn't know if he should move to hug her or what. "I'll be fine. I'm not in trouble when it comes to my missions."
Pepper wiped her cheek and managed a half-scowl "Of course, your missions. And /when/ is my birthday?"
Tony did not see that one coming, and he was usually so good at avoiding missiles
"Uhm… Janu-… March… twenty… 1st… ish?" He decided to smile, he knew Pepper couldn't resist a Tony smile.
"Just as I thought…" Pepper shook her head.
"Pepper! You know I care about you!" Tony protested and cocked his head to the left.
"Really, Tony?" Pepper was teasing him now, she knew he cared about her. They both knew it.
"Really, Pepper." Tony looked her straight in the eye.
"You don't act like it…" She protested playfully again.
"It's… Hard for me to… act like it…" Tony stuttered and looked at his shoes for a second before sneaking a glance at Pepper.
"So I've noticed." She smiled.
"Yeah…" Tony said and returned the smile.
Pepper cleared her throat and looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Uhm…" Tony turned around awkwardly and stated moving stuff around on another table.
"So, anyways… conference? Not going." he went over and started tinkering with the Iron Man suit.
"You ARE." Pepper insisted and stayed where she was.
Tony walked back over to the counter and put both his hands on it
"Pepper, I am not." He said solemnly.
"Fine. But you have to…" Pepper tried to think of something equally as bad as the meeting.
"Buy me that pair of shoes from Paris last week."
"Fine." Tony said and smiled sarcastically "Hell, I'll throw in a dress."
"That would be nice" Pepper said and stuck out her tongue at him.
Tony just nodded, with that smug smile still on his face.
Pepper rolled her eyes at him and threw in; "No stripper clothes!"
Tony banged his hand on the counter and scowled. "Damn!" He laughed.
Pepper smirked and rolled her eyes. "Of course, Tony."
"But it would show off your gorgeous body." Tony protested.
Pepper just rolled her eyes and turned to walk back upstairs.
"Goodbyyyye, Pepper!" Tony laughed.