A/N: Hello everyone, it's been a while. I'm kind of all over the place at the moment, but I have a bunch of ideas I'm just getting down and tweaking. Expect something possibly on the twelfth. The twelfth of never, that is ;)
Anyway, I'm feeling excitement for the upcoming Due Date. The posters make me drool, and the trailer makes me laugh. A winner for sure.
Enjoy.
Discaimer: I do not own Iron Man or anything else you recognise.
Pepper let herself into Tony's mansion. She needed Tony to sign some forms, but otherwise she was mostly done for the day – a really really good thing in her opinion. Today had sucked. There was that man who was always scratching (she refused to tell him to go away and not come back until he'd gotten his obvious STD sorted out), the stuttering computer whiz (she refused to say geek), and a Very Unpleasant Woman (she refused to call her a bitch, although today it was a close thing). All that refusing was taxing. And her hair wouldn't behave. And her feet hurt.
Walking through the house, she could hear some music wafting from the living room. Not unusual. However, there was a pitch-perfect baritone accompanying it. Her eyes lit up as she recognised the song. Oh yes, she had to see this, come on, come on, walk faster, walk faster – and there he was.
Tony, minus his trousers and shoes, complete with loose tie, was dancing away to 'Baby, You're a Rich Man'.
It was hysterical.
And it was kind of hot.
"Baby, I'm a rich man, baby, I'm a rich man, yeah..."
He'd changed the words. Pepper fought the urge to laugh. She kept fighting as Tony saw her, started violently, and then pretended to be nonchalant and cool. As if he hadn't just been moon walking across his living room to the Beatles.
"Oh, hi Pepper. How was your day? That bad, huh? Well, you give me those forms, and-"
He hesitated, staring at her face. She was smirking.
"Look, Peps, how about we make a deal?" he said, dropping the pretence. "You don't tell Rhodey about this – rather, never mention this again, please, and I'll go to five meetings on time without complaints."
Hopeful dark eyes watched hers, waiting for a sign.
Pepper kept smirking.
"Or," he searched wildly for a suitable card to play, "or no complaints ever?"
The hopeful dark eyes were back.
Pepper just kept on smirking.
"All right then; I'll be your slave." This was said with a desperate edge. It was his best offer. And he knew she knew it.
She kept smirking.
He studied her, looking unbelievably anxious. And cute. But she shouldn't really think that.
They stood there for a while, Pepper smirking and Tony fretting, before he blinked.
"Um, Peps...? Say something. What do you want? Money? I have money."
He winced at that. Money is what got him in trouble in the first place.
She kept on smirking. And then, in a surprisingly pleasant voice, sang.
"Baby, you're a rich man..."
Tony broke into a wide grin, and added his voice.
"Baby, I'm a rich man..."
And so the pair danced around the room, harmonising with the stereo. Pepper's day had improved out of sight.
A/N2 Yeah. I realise this consisted of fluff. That's okay, I think. It's all my brain's consisted of lately. Anyway, if I were Tony, I'd allocate one day a week to revel in my wealth. In fact, I think he does. It must vex Rhodey.
By the way, I've been doing battle with ff's Document Manager. My reading convenience spaces are gone. I hate it.