Don't let the brevity put you off.
It was a pity elevator doors couldn't slam dramatically, because that was exactly what Tony Stark wanted to do as he charged out of his penthouse elevator. However, one thing he could do was collapse theatrically against the doors like they always do in movies. This he did do, huffing like he'd just run a marathon. His eyes, wild and crazed, darted back and forth constantly as if on the lookout for an opponent and seemingly not registering the fact that he was in his own house.
"Tony," Pepper began, taking in his disheveled hair, wrinkled suit, mistaking tie, ripped pant legs, and... were those scratch marks on his face? "what happened to you?"
Tony gulped and gasped, eyes still roaming wildly as if he were expecting the creatures that had done this to him to pop unexpectedly out of the floor before uttering a single word:
"Fangirls."
Hope you enjoyed it, and please accept this as an apology for not updating Back to Budapest sooner. I'm working on it, I promise!